Lone Ranger

Wang Fugui had a utility belt around his waist with two holstered pistols. Apart from that, he had no other weapons.

The moment he entered the bar, he greeted the different Ruin Hunters with familiarity. "Williamson, how's it going? Did you find the abandoned military base?"

"Locke, you're still alive, eh? Weren't you looking for that white wolf?"

"What prey did you get today?"

"The Heartless and mutated creatures in the mountains have been restless recently, eh?"

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Wang Fugui—an Ashlandic—acted like the area's boss. He knew everyone and could chat with anyone.

Just like that, he slowly walked to the bar counter and rapped the table. "A cup of meat brew."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Waite. This made him catch sight of Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and the others.

A surprised expression immediately appeared on Wang Fugui's face. After a few seconds, he laughed and said, "You guys still came in the end."