About ten minutes later, Lu Li appeared in the tavern hall.
His calm expression was as if nothing had happened before.
Only the Spirit-Calling Gun in his waist holster silently narrated something.
Matthew was also in the hall, dining alone at a table. Her damp, brownish-yellow hair was spread out, her cheeks still flushed from the bath.
She had already finished washing, much faster than the men.
Lu Li didn't sit down next to her. He took a seat at a table on the edge of the tavern, waiting for the Alliance Personnel to bring food and medicine.
Pryce was the third to come out, he whispered something to Matthew and took a beer to sit opposite Lu Li.
"If I'm not mistaken, you must not have been through many incidents, but you did very well."
It was not surprising to Pryce that Lu Li seemed inexperienced at every turn of the events. However, his excellent performance nearly covered all that.