"F*ck! Who threw a chair on me?!"
Drunken men quickly turned and saw the prince, whose nose was bleeding and was glaring at them.
"Freaking old geezers. Who hit me?" The prince asked as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
The intoxicated old men looked at each other before they exchanged sly smirks and looked at him.
"Your delicate face is bleeding… It looks good on you."
"Say, would you care to come upstairs and get a room?"
A fit of laughter resounded. The other customers had already left the moment when drunken old men started their cheering for the old man and Rodion to fight and it was only those who were causing a ruckus were left.
"It's such a shame if only women can experience you… How about you offer us another form of enter—"
Prince Nikolai threw a plate he grabbed at the table near him at the fat grizzly old man. It struck the old man on his nose.
"Urghh!"
