"Who the hell are you? Tell us your name!" Garrett's face tensed as he frowned.

Despite his attack, the beggar remained unruffled and composed. Not only did the beggar's counterattack neutralize Garrett's strike, but it also sent him stumbling back.

Garrett realized the beggar's skill surpassed his. It was hard for him to fathom how someone so unassuming could wield such power.

"Ah… excellent wine!" The drunkard remained indifferent to Garrett's question and fully engrossed in his drink.

Sensing Garrett's mounting frustration, Hank stepped in. "Let's not get worked up, gentlemen."

He stood between the two parties with a smile. "You know what they say about a friendly spar can break the ice. After our little tussle earlier, I bet we all better understand each other now. Allow me to make the introductions."

With a gesture toward the drunkard, he said, "This gentleman here is the esteemed Mr. Willard Lent. He is also known as the Wein Sage. I'm sure many of you are familiar with his