Bab 657: Gaya vs Everyone in the tavern

"I got this," Gaya put the sack containing Puma's head on her chair after she stood up. She cracked her fist. Her eyes turned predatory as though of a seasoned killer. It was evident she was not in the mood for playing. Anyone could see the suppressed rage in her eyes. The bartender looked at her for a moment before turning his gaze back to Michael. He couldn't believe the youngster was letting a girl face these killers. As a man who lived in the southern continent for decades, the bartender could easily differentiate cultivators from southerners. These two were definitely not from the Southern continent. Which meant they hailed from the cultivation continents. However, no matter how powerful they were in their homelands, in the Southern continent, they were as weak as babies. Atleast, that's what the bartender thought.

Michael slowly took the glass in his hand and took a little sip. He didn't even bother to turn around.