The Man Who Lives on the Peak, Return to the Cult
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Mike wanted to laugh.
Judging from Allen's appearance, a sharpshooter had nothing to do with being "handsome".
Look at him.
His cheeks were always flushed red because he was always drunk.
His eyelids never seemed to open.
His stubble and hair were always in a messy state that made him looked as if he was a homeless man.
Therefore, Allen's words were not persuasive at all.
Of course, Mike did not come to him for this. He just wanted to ask about something.
"Hello, Allen. I want to ask you about someone."
Mike took the rum from the bartender's tray, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Allen.
As an alcoholic, Allen naturally would not refuse this glass of rum.
He immediately picked up the glass and gulped down a large mouthful.
The rum in the glass immediately dropped by more than half.
Allen looked at Mike with a burning gaze and did not say anything.