Nightingale

A cold wine bottle was smashed hard against Lawless’ head.

The bottle was smashed into pieces, but the force contained in it made Lawless stagger.

"Are you awake now? I wouldn’t mind throwing you another one!"

Rachel was already standing in front of Lawless. After she threw away the remaining parts of the bottle, she raised her head up to him.

The system blur made the others unable to see her gaze clearly, but not Lawless.

After that gaze, his killing intent vanished into thin air.

"I’m sorry, Rachel! I forgot my manners!" Lawless apologized in a sincere tone, not just to Rachel, but to all the other veterans present as well.

"That bottle is on the house, but all others will be on you! I know you don’t have enough points, so I’ll put them on your tab as usual!"

After lecturing him, Rachel slowly went back to the bar and resumed cleaning glasses.

Lawless looked at her, his mouth moving a little, but in the end he said nothing.