Qianye looked into the burly man’s eyes and said, “I only have two gold coins and I want two glasses. What do we do?”

The burly man’s smile became cruel and bloodthirsty. “Then, you’ll get neither coin nor ale.”

Qianye broke into a laugh, the glow of his eyes turning sharper by the moment. “Is that so?”

At this moment, the tattooed man behind the counter said in a hoarse voice, “Blackwolf, enough.”

The burly man roared back ferociously, “Why must I?”

The tattooed man’s expression sank. “What, you even dare disobey me now?”

“But they’re clearly strangers.” Blackwolf glared at Qianye and Nighteye, saying, “Consider yourselves lucky. You’d better scram after you finish drinking.”

Qianye had lost his patience due to Blackwolf’s repeated provocations. “Are you trying to court death with that meager strength of yours?”

Blackwolf’s face flushed red. He stared fixedly at Qianye with bloodshot eyes, filled with madness and bloodthirst.

However, a tattooed hand landed on his shoulder at this moment. A chill spread out from this hand and engulfed Blackwolf in frost, not only...