This is a young man about 1.83 meters tall. His slender figure, even more standard than a model's, makes his rough burlap work clothes look like a finely tailored handmade suit. His raven-like, dull black hair is slightly curly and styled with an old-fashioned thick fringe that completely obscures the upper half of his face. Coupled with a pair of aesthetically questionable oversized black-rimmed glasses, it's almost impossible to see what he actually looks like.,The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,Jack's Old Man was half-paralyzed on the dilapidated sofa behind the counter, his short, stubby fingers like turnips, he pointed to the back room and began to grumble in a voice hoarse from smoke and alcohol: "You're only good for your strength. Get moving! Bring out ten cases of Si Lu sparkling water."。