"Travis, give it a rest, you can't scare me with your tricks anymore."
Trafford said with some disdain and then found a dimly lit corner, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
In fact, he was really scared at first.
"Haha, alright, Trafford, I forgot about that."
The bearded cowboy known as Travis casually patted the man whose head had been blown open, then picked up a drink mixed with blood and fire.
"Get up, buddy, and... let's toast to the blazing sun and the souls departed!"
Then, he gulped down the drink.
The man with a blown-open head raised his head, casually extracted the bullet lodged in his skull, and without a sound, the terrifying gap in his head healed.
If you happened to be sitting opposite this man, you'd see a face almost identical to Travis's, only without a beard, making him look younger.
"Tell me, our dear spy visiting this little shabby bar, what business do you have here?"
