"What, you don't want to?" Iwan Martinez frowned slightly and drew his hand back.
He'd only said a couple of words and tried to make a friend because the other guy was a Martial Artist, and looked pretty strong at that.
Since the other party wasn't interested, he naturally wouldn't force it.
Coming to this tavern, Iwan Martinez just purely wanted a drink.
To him, he could lack anything, but he could not lack his liquor.
Sitting across from this guy in white was only because there were no other seats left in the tavern.
If the conversation didn't click, even half a sentence was too much; Iwan wasn't much of a social person to begin with.
Fine, then he'd just drink on his own.
"Go ahead, make your move."
The man in white robes sighed. This Julius Reed was really ruthless.
Kill from a thousand miles away, no matter what!
He'd actually sent someone to chase him this far!
"Make what move?" Iwan blinked and said, "Are you sick in the head?"
