"Oh, seems brother-in-laws think alike."
Jin said with an exaggerated clap of his hands, turning to look at Chen with a grin that screamed mischief.
Artis raised an eyebrow.
'What the fuck is he on about? Does he want to hit the booze too? At this hour?'
It wouldn't be surprising coming from Chen. But one glance at the man told Artis that this wasn't about some casual drinking.
Chen looked like he'd just gone twelve rounds with life and lost every single one.
The man had bags under his eyes big enough to pack for a vacation, his back was hunched like he'd aged a decade overnight, and his whole vibe screamed, "I need a goddamn break." Honestly, if booze wasn't his last resort, Artis wasn't sure what was.
Jin, of course, was oblivious.
"Chen just told me we should visit the tavern. Apparently, he's got some new… servants lined up for us."
Artis froze, his eyebrow shooting higher than ever.
