The goon who had spoken derogatorily about Ariel was still loitering around in the dark alley.
He chugged down a cheap liquor directly from the bottle and smashed that bottle on the ground. A few street dogs whimpered in fear and ran away from that alley.
He wiped the liquor as well as drool from his mouth with the back of his palm.
He then mumbled to himself in a slurry voice, "Let's go home… alone… Ah! It was not my lucky day. I wish I could shove my treasure in some nice cave." He held his pant in place with his hands and started walking with his staggering feet.
And as he walked, he recalled those scary red eyes and angrily blabbered, "Darn it! That red-eyed man! If it wasn't for him then I would have taken that woman home. Such a pity!"
Suddenly, he bumped into a tall man's rock-hard chest. "Tsk! Oi, you… watch it!" he shouted in a slurry voice and looked up to see who it was.
