The Hand Butcher's Gaze

Glare!

The drunkards who had been loudly chattering away while flushed with alcohol flinched upon receiving my sharp glare.

“You customers over there, don’t spread weird rumors for no reason, and if you came to drink, just drink quietly.”

“Whoops, the bar manager is acting like a total superior these days. He won’t even let us talk properly.”

“Let’s talk about it later when we go somewhere else. The terrifying hand butcher is glaring at us with his eyes wide open. How can we live in such fear?”

The Yangban was grumbling in such an annoying manner.

If someone who didn’t know the situation saw this, they might think, “What, he’s acting that rudely to the customers? Is he allowed to do that?'

I am allowed to do that.

I don’t act like this to customers I don’t know. Most of those people were regular customers of dragons' Lair.

Because they came and went so frequently, I knew not only their faces and names, but also what kind of work they did, what their workplace atmosphere was like, and even roughly how their recent marital relations were...