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Tom didn't pay attention to these details and poured the mixed wine into the glass. Then he tapped the wall of the cup, and a light blue fluorescence emerged from the wine, casting a cold light on the bar.

"Hehe, there will be an international magic exchange conference held here in the near future. There are so many people and it will probably have a lot of impact on our business. It's really troublesome one after another..."

He shook his head and handed the cup to the big man.

"Okay, your moonstone wine is the first choice for restoring physical strength and spirit. You will definitely feel comfortable after drinking it!"

Tom said with a smile.

The big man nodded but did not pick up the glass to drink.

Instead, he looked at Tom.

"Do you have breakfast here?"

Tom was slightly startled. This question came suddenly. He couldn't help but grab the rag on the bar and rub it.

"Well, now..."

He instinctively wanted to say that the meal hadn't started yet, but he changed his words mid-sentence and forced out a professional smile.

"Haha, of course, it's almost five o'clock after all. Speaking of which, there was a little boy who lived here before and asked me if I had steak breakfast. Did you know? He also liked to pull my hair, haha, I didn't have any in the first place. A few of them, he just pulled them and they became even balder!"

Tom's laughter seemed particularly weak in the empty bar, but the big man didn't respond to the joke.

He looked at Tom coldly, his eyes as sharp as knives.

"Well, I'll have a steak then."

The short response made the smile on Tom's face freeze for a moment. He was stunned for a moment before nodding.

"Okay, wait a moment sir."

He turned around and walked towards the kitchen, but his hand quietly touched the wand on his waist.

The cold touch of the wand gave him a sense of comfort. He didn't know if it was for cooking or for defense.

At this moment, the big man's voice came again, as cold as the cold wind coming from the abyss.

"Hey, Tom, do you really not know me, or are you pretending not to know me?"

Tom's back stiffened and he stopped. He turned around slowly, maintaining the smile on his face, but the stiffness made his expression look particularly strange.

His hand was still on his wand, but he hadn't withdrawn it.

"Haha, how could it be, sir! If you have been here before, I will definitely remember it. However, there are hundreds of people coming in and out of our bar every day. You know, the business is too busy! Haha, your steak will be served soon. Just fine!”

As he spoke, he tried to turn around and continue his movements, but the big man's next words were like a nail, nailing his movements.

"I don't eat beef, Tom."

The big man's tone had a suffocating sense of oppression, and his hands slowly reached into his arms, groping for something.

"You don't need to think about sending any signals to the Ministry of Magic. They won't be able to receive them."

After speaking, he took out a weird hourglass from his arms and placed it heavily on the bar.

The sand inside the hourglass is a strange dark red color, falling slowly with gravity, as if blood drops are flowing.

The big man's eyes were locked on Tom like a knife. There was no smile in his eyes, only creepy indifference.

Tom's hand began to tremble slightly, but he still held the wand. His Adam's apple moved and he forced a smile with difficulty:

"Haha, sir, your hourglass... is really special. What is this?"

The big man didn't answer. He just stared at the hourglass and said coldly:

"Time is passing, Tom. How long do you think you can last?"

Tom's hands were shaking unsteadily, but he still pulled out the wand suddenly, his voice hoarse and urgent:

"Collapse!"

The moment he shouted the spell, he expected the familiar light to hit the opponent. However, nothing happened.

Tom's face instantly turned pale, and he looked down at his wand, as if he was holding an ordinary stick.

"This...this is impossible!" He murmured, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of the big man's mouth, and his tone was as cold as the cold wind.

"Haha, Tom, what did you call me when you first met me twelve years ago?"

Tom gritted his teeth and waved his wand again, and spells popped out of his mouth like a barrage:

"Collapsed to the ground! Shattered to pieces! All turned to stone!"

The wand remained motionless, as if its magical abilities were completely sealed. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his palms turned white from holding them too tightly.

The big man looked on coldly, with a kind of condescending contempt in his eyes. He slowly raised his right hand and brushed his palm over the gold bracelet.

"Impossible? In front of me, everything is possible."

The next second, a jet-black Tokarev TT-33 pistol appeared out of thin air in his hand, with the muzzle pointed directly at Tom.

Tom's eyes widened and his breathing hitched. He never thought that one day he would face a Muggle weapon, and the black muzzle seemed to be devouring his soul.

He stared at the big man, his eyes full of anger and fear, and growled with trembling teeth:

"Alchemy... it is indeed you, Muhammad Alexander! You are not dead!"

There was no fluctuation in Muhammad's eyes, and his tone was cold and calm:

"Of course I'm not dead, Tom. I was even saved, accepted God's will, and became His messenger to spread the gospel."

Tom said no more nonsense, he turned around and ran away. However, no matter how fast he is, can he be faster than a bullet?

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots pierced the silence of the bar, blood splattered, and Tom fell to the ground with a scream. His legs were pierced by bullets, and blood flowed down his trouser legs.

He lay on the ground, struggling to get up like a wounded beast, but Muhammad's footsteps were approaching.

The big man grabbed Tom's collar, dragged him outside the bar like a dead dog, and threw him into a chair. Tom trembled with pain, but before he could catch his breath, Muhammad had opened the black briefcase he brought.

As he said, the bag was filled with golden galleons, each of which shone with a dazzling luster.

Muhammad picked up a gold coin and walked to Tom. He turned the gold coin between his fingertips, and then threw it casually. The gold coin fell on the bar with a crisp "ding" sound.

He covered the gold coin with his hand, lowered his head, and said in an emotionless voice:

"Guess one side."

Tom's breathing became rapid, and he stared at the gold coin with wide eyes, fear and anger surging in his heart. He gritted his teeth and yelled:

"Kill me if you want! What are you standing there for?!"

Mohammed raised his eyes and looked at Tom calmly, his eyes were as calm as dead water.

Tom's eyes were full of anger and fear. He stared at Muhammad as if he was a madman, and growled with gritted teeth:

"What do you want to do?"

Muhammad's expression was as cold as a sculpture. He repeated again in a low voice, with a chilling tone:

"Guess one side, idiot! Only He can decide your life or death!"

Tom endured the severe pain from his leg and sneered. There was more stubbornness on his face than fear:

"I won't guess! Alexander, you are a fucking dud! That's what I said to you!"

Muhammad was not angered. He seemed to have no emotional fluctuations and repeated mechanically:

"Guess. One. Side."

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