Brian stuffed a banknote into the man's hand and turned to leave.
Looking at the twenty US dollars in his hand, the long-haired man felt a twinge of annoyance.
Who the hell gives away money after just a brief chat!
Turns out he's a rich sucker.
If only I had taken the job!
...
Evening.
Now disguised as Yagyuu Kojirou, Brian, dressed in a full samurai get-up, leaped through the mountain streams like a ghost; each bound covered twenty to thirty meters, treating the rugged canyon terrain as flat ground as he hurried towards the coordinates he had gotten from the bar.
The information from the long-haired man had saved Brian a lot of effort.
Bars were places for boastful talk, especially one frequented by old-timers.
When people age, what they enjoy most is reminiscing.
A trivial matter could turn into a dish to accompany their drinks during the boredom of their lives, a topic to talk about for ages.
