Don't be fooled just because Jeff was only a shark and seemed to have no offensive power. That guy was a comic character. After a puff-of-smoke animation, he could take six hundred bites in three seconds. No energy shield would help—you'd be gnawed into a plucked chicken.
The Shi'ar Empire people screamed and ran outside, shedding feathers all over the room as they fled. But Pikachu's grave expression did not relax in the slightest. He said, "The Shi'ar nobles have private armies. Every time they come, they bring two capital ships, and those have regular troops aboard. They've smashed up my tavern twice already. They'll probably come again this time."
"You've gone after them before?" Schiller asked.
"Of course. Do I look like the kind of person who swallows his anger? After they caused trouble in my tavern, I'd poison them or hire some formidable people to knock them out from behind. I've messed with them a few times. But they aren't idiots—they'd turn around and smash up my bar."
"In just a few months, you've caused such a huge stir. If you don't leave soon, I'll see your Wanted Poster on the Interstellar News Network sooner or later." Schiller shook his head.
"We definitely need to leave now." Pikachu hopped onto the stair railing and beckoned Schiller over. "Let's go out the back door. There's no need to confront them head-on."
Schiller followed him around the stairs and arrived at the back door. There was actually a small garden in the backyard, planted with sprawling patches of hops. Schiller said in surprise, "You brew Earth beer?"
"Of course. You have no idea how devastating Earth alcohol is around here. I was even thinking of getting some grain to distill baijiu."
"Don't aliens brew alcohol too?"
"Didn't you know? The