!!!
Bell's eyes suddenly widened, his beer mug swayed, and foam splashed onto his messy beard.
It's ruined.
The same thought appeared in the minds of all the mercenaries, and several pressed their hands on the bar, using the automatic checkout system to transfer the consumed Game Coins to Yokogi Bar's account,
then disappeared one after another from their original location—clearly they had teleported away from Game Square.
"Ah this... I..."
Bell looked around for a while, then turned his head to look at David at the door of Yokogi Bar with a bitter smile that was uglier than crying.
"..."
David coldly glanced at the group of mercenaries, too disinterested to argue, and walked through the crowd along with his colleagues from the Federal Bureau of Investigation towards a secluded corner booth in Yokogi Bar.
There were already several figures seated in the booth, agents from other intelligence departments of the United States, and a liaison from the higher-ups.
