Mark cautiously stepped into the tavern. He was one of the shareholders of this establishment. When the strange man in white entered, the bartender had already quietly notified him.
Someone who had spent years in the slums might lack strength, but their judgment still remained sharp.
The aura of the middle-aged man in white was clearly not something an ordinary person possessed.
Mark sat down nearby and ordered a Bloody Mary. While the bartender was preparing the drink, he turned to the man next to him.
"Good afternoon, sir. How may I assist you?" Mark asked gently.
His judgment was also quite good, he wasn't sure how to address the man, but considering his attire and choice of cocktail, calling him "sir" seemed appropriate.
"Good afternoon, my name is Lucas. I do have a few things I'd like to inquire about." Lucas said as he removed his hat and held it to his chest.
