50 The Pub

Jacob entered the pub and a strong, intoxicating alcoholic smell filled his nostrils. His lips curled. 'Finally, a familiar smell…'

Jacob looked at the pub interior, and it was like the old pubs in the 1800s. There was a huge counter covering a corner with stools around it and round tables and chairs. He felt he has entered some kind of old movie set.

Many burly men were drinking and chatting happily, while some of them were flirting with waitresses in revealing gowns.

Some customers notice Jacob's eye-catching appearance, and he had this cold aura around him which made him look like a cold killer.

Jacob didn't mind those stares, he was already used to them in his past life, and nonchalantly walked over to the counter and sat on an empty stool.

He curiously looked at the pub's alcohol display and felt reminisced.