Chapter 32: Rearguard_2

But the blazing fire inside my body was scorching hot and I was dying of thirst, completely dehydrated, so I mooched some ice-cold beer to drink. I had no idea which bastard with a business mind started selling their homebrewed industrial lager, even delivering it in an oil tanker truck, five bucks a cup with free refills.

Ah, ice-cold beer, the pinnacle of human civilization.

"Gulp gulp" I downed two cups when someone snatched my glass away.

Wangshan gulped down the beer with his head tilted back,

"Damn, you guys scored big tonight, where's my share?"

Li Pan rolled his eyes and tossed the Tachi in his hand to him.

Of course, it wasn't his Tojikiri; those Oda guys were really tough, enough to roll the blade's edge, so he had casually tossed it in the car. What he was holding now was a replica of the crescent Moon-Zukinobi...