[Long Bar: Underground]
"Hey, Long." One of the men from Gigante called out, eyes on Long as the latter worked on the tray of medicine.
As expected, Long didn't answer. The other men had already left, heading back to the entrance for what he called a suicide mission. The last man from Gigante wanted to go with them, but he was told to stay with Long in case of anything. Although he was unsure what kind of "last case" they were expecting, since once this place was infiltrated by enemies, it would be over for them.
The man let out a shallow breath. "Hey, I'm talking to you, man."
Still, Long didn't answer.
"How come you're so calm?" the man asked. "Did you sober up already?"
Long snapped his eyes up and shot the man a sharp side-eye. "Do I look drunk to you?"
"Uh… not anymore."
A shallow breath escaped Long as he refrained from responding with sarcasm. After all, no one else knew what he was actually doing here in this district.
