"It's you? That guy fighting on the street just now!"
Seeing the "Moscow Mule," which is Jack Carlos with his iconic Mohawk hairstyle and biker jacket, Yun You was a bit surprised.
"Oh? You saw that scuffle too?"
Jack's large eyes and thick eyebrows showed a hint of surprise, but he quickly returned to calm.
The commotion earlier was so loud that it was normal for an Apprentice Death God to notice.
"Indeed it was me. I suppose you didn't expect that a guy like me, who fought street thugs to a standstill, would be a registered mercenary, right?"
Jack shook his head with a smile and said, "Actually, I didn't expect the great Apprentice Death God would be a little girl like 'Chica'."
"Quite a contrast indeed."
"Better to sit down and talk slowly."
With that, he sat opposite Yun You, taking a few bottles from the embedded cooler in the table and started fiddling with a cocktail shaker.
"Care for a few drinks? My treat, drink as you please."
