"This round's expenses are on Mr. Jhon!" A deep voice echoed through Wolf's Den, sparking another round of cheers from the crowd.
"Mr. Jhon?" Mike was puzzled; his name wasn't John. Could it be that Maxen Stoneheart's real name was John? Mike recalled that during his first visit to Wolf's Den, someone had also called for "Mr. Jhon" to pick up the tab.
At that moment, a beautiful woman with a graceful demeanor approached Mike. Wearing a silver-white Lone Wolf mask that obscured her face, her voice was particularly pleasant, "Sir, is this your first time buying drinks for everyone?"
"In Wolf's Den, no matter who is paying, we always say it's on Mr. Jhon. After all, the original intent of the Lone Wolf is to provide everyone with a concealed identity; we can't ask for any identity-related information from our guests."
"Oh, I see." Mike nodded, finding the explanation reasonable.
Perhaps there was never a Mr. Jhon, or perhaps everyone is Mr. Jhon.
