Feng Qi brought Lin Ran and Mu Qing to the bar and sat down.
The bloody suppression of this weak race stronghold was his plan tonight.
However, before that, he decided to take a look at the recent missions of the weak races. There might be an unexpected discovery.
"What will you have?"
Behind the bar, a muscular man wearing a black hat and sporting tattoos of distorted symbols all over his half-naked body looked at him and asked.
Compared to what he remembered, the bartender was a different person. However, this did not affect his subsequent actions.
"I'll have a Mission List!"
Upon hearing this, the bartender immediately nodded and began to make the drink. Finally, he dripped a liquid with purple mist into the wine glass.
After the concoction was completed, the muscular man pushed three glasses of wine in front of them.
Picking up the wine glass, Feng Qi downed it in one gulp.