Another Level-Up, and Hard-Earned Experience and Credit

Kincaid opened his eyes wide. "She will be my wife."

Luke shrugged. "Then, may you have a baby soon?"

Kincaid simply raised his middle finger at him.

Just like that, they walked out of the bar, one holding a bottle of wine and the other a can of juice.

Kincaid remarked casually, "You look a little like someone I know. Your technique is pretty similar, except that you're not as good at shooting and not as handsome. Your beard is also fake."

Unbothered, Luke took a swig of his juice. "Someone who's actually better-looking than I am Who?"

Kincaid thought for a moment and in the end still decided to answer his question. "His name's John. He's an old guy who's already retired. I don't think you'll ever run into him."

As they chatted, they left the bar.

Getting into his pickup, Luke waved at Kincaid who was getting into a Ford. "See you. I have a plane to catch."