"Ticket Clip?"
"Whoa... uh, damn, you know me?"
The sunglasses on Ticket Clip's nose slipped down, revealing tea-colored eyes full of scrutiny, with metal screws embedded at the corners.
He hesitated for three seconds about whether to run, but finally greeted with a smile.
"I'm sure we've never had a grudge, buddy. In our line of work, having a stranger call your name is often not a good thing; maybe the next second they'll start cursing or pull a gun."
"It shows your reputation is terrible, huh, stay away from me."
John had no interest in paying attention to him.
But Ticket Clip actively approached.
"CMOE~MAN~ How could I dare to offend someone as big as you? I wouldn't introduce business unless I was sure of making money. No need to steal, no need to rob, just invest a little and you'll have a steady income~"
He raised both hands in a surrender gesture, his mouth full of gold with one or two places showing blackened gums.
