Bab 57: Chapter 57: Escorting the Fry

People who linger in the shadows are often night owls. Past one in the morning, the lights in the fish shed on the shore were still on. The ground inside the shed was littered with beer bottles tossed every which way, and there were a few leftover dishes on the table. The bald man and a few thugs were bare-chested, playing a game of Fight the Landlord.

"What's that noise?"

The sound of water from the lake reached the fish shed, and the bald man dropped his cards onto the table and turned to peer out the window.

"Must be the wind, what else could it be in the middle of the night? Dude, play your card!" another thug said nonchalantly.

The bald man looked out the window for a moment; outside was pitch black, no sign of anyone around. He kicked a guy who was dozing off and said, "Erzi, go check out what's going on!"

The one called 'Erzi' muttered a few words, reluctantly got up, grabbed a flashlight and a steel pipe, and walked out of the fish shed.

"Keep playing cards!"