Bab 98: Give me the money

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"I want the donuts," a drunken Ari said to Nicolai. The two of them were standing in the supermarket as Nicolai questioned his life and the peace that he had taken for granted.

With his card in his hand and his hair in Ari's hand, he turned to look at her. Nicolai snapped, "You know what Pallas, I will pay for the doughnuts even if you do not pull my hair like that." She was turning him bald. Bald! Even his granddaddy wasn't bald yet.

He would face a serious crisis if he lost his hair.

Half of his charisma and mysteriousness came from his hair alright.

Though he said that, there was no making sense with a drunken person. Especially someone drunk to the point where she couldn't even walk in a straight line.

While the two of them paid for the things that they had brought, the people in the supermarket looked at them subtly. While some elderlies frowned at their closeness, most of the customers were filled with awe.