The man clad in armor drew a deep, staggered breath and asked, "Mr. Hammer? Is it really you?"
"Why? Can't I come over to Jamar City?"
The man clad in armor straightened his body. With a solemn expression, he roared, "I'm Thompson of the Jamar City. Mr. Hammer, nice to meet you!"
"Mr. Hammer?" The people in the tavern exchanged glances. Who was Mr. Hammer? Was he someone with a powerful background? Why was Thompson being so respectful towards him?
"You don't need to pay your respect. Are you here to look for someone?" Hammer snorted.
Thompson's forehead was beaded with sweat and he almost collapsed onto the ground. He shot the guards beside him a withering stare. He had the urge to kill him. D*mn it. How did he end up getting on this freak's bad side?
"Mr. Hammer,
