章 137: An 18 Karat Run of Bad Luck

Hideaki was lying face down in a pool of his own vomit. Evidently, he had partied past his limits the night before. Unlike Erich, who had the lion's share of the man's maids, he only had one woman in his bed who was equally passed out. 

When Erich saw this he reacted with revulsion, before grabbing a hold of a bucket, where he poured some water in it, before tossing it on the man's face. Hideaki and his maid instantly awoke in fury, as the man grabbed hold of a nearby gun and pointed it wildly in Erich's direction, which he simply disarmed, before scolding the man for his actions. 

"Oi, wake the fuck up. It's already well past noon!" 

Hideaki was in an even worse state than Erich and was quick to moan and groan as he tried to remember what happened the night before. 

"Urgghhh..... Where the fuck am I?"