Bab 403: 402. Little Mouth Smothered with Honey_1

"Keep it straight, answer the questions, and you can go back,"

Cui Siter tapped the table, making the tall and burly bartender before him look fearful.

Even though the bartender looked like he could take on three Cui Siters, he turned chicken in front of the muzzle of the revolver that could fire at any moment.

"I shouldn't have been drinking, not at all, damn it, since prohibition the bar business dropped dead, a real joke, you've got a bar that can't sell booze, only those drinks that... that women sip, fuck that!"

The sturdy bartender cursed more and more as he spoke, his words dripping with sarcasm.

"Sometimes I'd have a drink or two, just by myself, really, I got warm the other day and wanted to step outside for some air, and I ended up on the street, hey, the air on Black Street is goddamn putrid, nearly made me puke just smelling it,"