Heated Situation

Can you prevent me from becoming drunk? Cyril asked his almighty heart.

"Yes, I'll prevent the alcohol from reaching your brain, that should solve it... I'll also prevent it from reaching me," she cautiously replied.

Since he got this confirmation, Cyril complied with Sam's actions and similarly raised a glass.

He didn't want to cause a scene. This Power Society captain might not realize they are here to rob them, so it's better to avoid suspicion and stall for as much as possible.

If only Gethyn was actually useful... He thought with more frustration.

Speaking of, the very drunk Gethyn hastily followed the two other people and raised a glass of his own.

"To Scarlet!" He toasted to his singer with glee.

Sam smiled too, "To fun!" and downed the whole drink in one gulp. With a loud exhale, he put the empty glass on the table and relaxed back on the sofa.

"Well, your turn," Sam threateningly eyed Cyril.

In return, Cyril slowly raised the drink and did the same.

The moment the liquid entered his mouth, he involuntarily twisted his face. The taste was horrible.

Still, he drank it all up and put the empty glass on the table.

Can you do something with the sense of taste? He weakly made a request.

Soon the profound feeling of disgust in his mouth disappeared. He no longer felt anything there.

Thanks.

Sam, in the meantime, stared at this student with certain gloating, as if scoffing at this young man's inability to handle strong liquor.

"Still a bit too early for something like this, eh?" He mocked, and then slowly lost his smile.

While slowly filling up the glasses again, he asked, "Why did you beat up my boys back then? Are you working for someone?"

Sam put his hands on the table, his gaze more hostile than ever.

"They attacked me first. I was only there by chance." Cyril didn't hide this information.

Sam only sneered and grabbed the glass, downing the drink again.

Despite no one paying Gethyn any attention, he seemed to be enjoying himself, as he followed suit and drank his share.

Cyril too drank it all. This time his face remained the same.

He paid close attention to the crystal in his pocket, wishing for it to show a sign already.

What's taking them so much time?

Not wishing to stay passive, he asked this time, "I haven't heard of Power Society before that. What kind of group are you?"

Hearing this question, Sam's face quickly became brighter, and his nose was raised higher. "We are the toughest gang around, you better remember that."

"We do things with honor and keep the real evil in check. We are modern heroes, I say!" He energetically slapped the table and pointed his finger at Cyril. "And you just messed up with our plans."

Cyril shook his head in response, "Do heroes deal with drugs nowadays? I wouldn't call that very honorable."

Sam's face twitched at that, and he sneered in response, "That's not up to you to judge. Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty, you'll understand in the future."

He downed another glass, Gethyn following immediately after with pure eyes.

Cyril still felt the same as before, with Rhamn successfully negating the effect of alcohol, so he joined them without any issues.

"Hmph, you're not bad," Sam mumbled, seeing the young man's unperturbed face and demeanor. Even he was slowly starting to feel intoxicated.

"Here's the deal. You've messed up our business and cost us a lot of money, so you'll have to make it up. I've heard you are capable, it should be no trouble for you."

Finally he mentioned what he wanted to say from the beginning.

"And if I refuse?"

Sam leaned in over the table, staring Cyril in the eyes, "Then, I'll have to kill you. Need to show the others an example, you know?"

Cyril debated simply starting a fight by now, but his recent experience made him more cautious. He didn't know how strong this guy was.

He looked well-built, but that was no factor. If he is similar to the other thugs in this group, then he probably uses spells that enhance his physical strength.

If I can get a droplet of blood in a good spot, that should end the fight before it even starts...

Thinking this far, Cyril started thinking of a way to do just that.

"Before I make a decision, I want to know more about your group. I've heard your boss is a popular person?" He feigned interest in the topic.

Sam's eyes seemed to shine when he mentioned that, and he slammed the table with excitement, "Damn right he is. Boss is a man among men. There is no more deserving leader out there."

Then he frowned, "Thought, the stubborn is a fitting nickname. He just can't make the right decisions sometimes... But that's why he has us! We'll do what it takes to propel this group's success!"

He poured himself another drink and quickly downed it.

"Sounds like quite the troublesome boss..." Cyril muttered, attempting to provoke a reaction.

It did work, but a lot better than he thought.

Sam stood up from his seat and slammed both of his hands on the table, his face turning into a scowl.

"The fuck did you say about him!? You punk... who allowed you to talk such trash?"

Then he grabbed Cyril by the collar. "As expected, first I'll have to beat the disrespect out of you!"

Suddenly, he let go and moved out of the table, distancing himself a fair bit. His face a lot more calm now.

Sam cautiously glanced at his sleeve, noticing a small droplet of blood staying still, giving the impression of a thief being caught on the spot.

"The fuck is this?" He warily muttered.

Despite his angry facade, this was a captain of a criminal group, he had the strength to back up his demeanor. He immediately discovered a foreign object filled with mana.

As an experienced fighter, the man didn't touch the red droplet with his bare hands, instead casting a spell. Soon a small fire was lit up in his hand.

He brought it close and burned away the foreign matter.

Cyril got up from his seat and warily observed his actions. In his mind he considered escaping the enemy territory.

Soon Sam was done and turned his attention back to the young man, "You look honest, but you actually fight like a rat! What was that, poison?"

Cyril didn't reply, only carefully observing his opponent's movements. Morpho on his shoulder was ready to fly out.

"It doesn't matter, I guess." Sam, with a frown, looked at the sleeve of his suit. "You ruined my clothes, man."

Carefully he took the jacket off and opened the top buttons of his shirt. Then he stretched his shoulder a bit. "That's another thing you gotta pay for."

The exit of the club was blocked by a couple of other thugs with unknown crystal tools in their hands.

The other customers were scared stiff, staying in the corner and observing the events with bated breath.

Shit... No other way around it.

Cyril assumed a fighting stance and focused on defense, in the meantime thinking about possible routes of escape.

The communication crystal in his pocket was activated at this moment, but he had other concerns already.

Sam, wearing an angry smile, calmly walked with his hands in his pockets. His eyes burned with passion.

Suddenly, a sound of glass breaking attracted everyone's attention.

Gethyn, who was now standing up, clumsily dropped the drinking glass on the ground. His face showing despair.

Soon he returned to his usual stoic expression, however, the red on his cheeks betrayed the massive level of intoxication.

Not paying attention to anyone around him, he directly grabbed the open bottle and brought it to his mouth.

A few particularly loud gulping sounds were heard in this quiet atmosphere, and soon all of the alcohol was gone.

Gethyn clumsily slammed the bottle on the table, which broke it, and made a groan of satisfaction.

"Haha! At least you keep good company, you punk!" Sam laughed with approval in his eyes.

Then his expression changed to a more solemn one. "But this fool shouldn't have broken the glass."

Gethyn, hearing these words, only awkwardly scratched his head and mumbled a slurred "sorry."

Then, in shaky footsteps, he began walking towards Sam.

The captain only raised his brow, then shook his head. "Let's begin with you then..."

Cyril got the idea to use this distraction to escape and began waiting for an opportunity.

Gethyn halted a few steps away from the captain, almost falling to the ground in the process.

Surprisingly, he managed to cast a spell in such a state, soon his body briefly shined with greenish energy, then calmed down.

One can easily feel a certain spell active on him now. From the looks of it, a physical strength enhancement.

"Le-le-let's see... whatchyourmade off" Gethyn said in complete seriousness.

"What a mess..."