Sylus stood in front of the group, eyes fixed on the single man with black hair and a green shirt, whom the bartender had told him was the leader of the gang faction.
The rest of the men seated around the man all threw dangerous glances at Sylus.
They were seven in number—eight if you were to add the man Sylus was looking for.
One of them suddenly spoke,
"Uhn?! Which faction are you from? Are you blind or something? Don't you know that's the leader of the eight factions you're speaking to?"
Sylus paid the irrelevant man no mind, his eyes still fully focused on the one in green.
"I believe I asked you a question. Are you Liak?"
This action angered the group; it was immediately apparent, as the whole place fell silent right after.
Those who were drinking on the poorly maintained side of the shop all froze in fear, wondering who would dare to ignore a member of the Red Viper organization.
"You freaking brat!"
About four different men stood up from their seats.
