"We haven't even looked for you, but you came looking for us." Drake's voice rang out in the booze bar.
Aaaaaargh!
In an instant, everyone saw an arm flying in the air, and the crowd in the bar heard the scream of the man as he held his bleeding left arm in pain.
In a flash, the drunk men snapped to attention, their eyes now clear as they drew their weapons, surrounding Drake vigilantly, ready to attack at any moment.
Drake and the others were still sitting comfortably, watching the men.
"Who are you, and why are you attacking us? Do you want to face us, the Boars?" one of them said. When Drake heard this, he chuckled. Speaking of which, each of them was burly, so it couldn't be denied why they called themselves Boars.
The eyes of the five men turned cold when they saw Drake chuckling. They were ready to attack, but what held them back was the fact they didn't see how Drake had attacked.
