"What are you trying to do?" Longinus asked, holding down Gion's right hand.
"Huh?" Gion's pretty face flushed red. She glanced around guiltily, then pretended nothing had happened and said, "I heard he's known as one of the three Great Swordsmen alongside Crimson Swordsman Apophis and Red-Haired Shanks. He's a challenge no swordsman can resist!"
"Don't get impulsive. This isn't a place for fighting," Longinus advised. "If you start battling, you'll destroy the entire Spring Queen City."
"Fine. But..." Gion puffed out her cheeks unwillingly. "I really want to fight him!"
"I never said I wouldn't let you fight him. You just need to choose a battlefield where you can really cut loose."
"What do you mean?"
"Follow him first. When he's about to leave the city, challenge him." Longinus's expression turned a little strange. That wording sounded rather sleazy.
Could he have caught it from Kizaru?
Meanwhile, Hawk Eyes, completely unaware that a pervert was watching him, rubbed his enormous belly and drained the last bottle of wine like the reincarnation of the God of Wine.
"Burp~ This time, I win, right?" Hawk Eyes asked with his tongue hanging out, his aloof heartthrob image completely shattered.
"Drinker! Drinker!"
Amid the cheers of all the spectators, a short, plump, middle-aged man pushed through the crowd and approached Hawk Eyes. "Sir, you truly are a world-class drinker! But for your safety, why don't you come with us to a private room to sober up first?"
"No need." Hawk Eyes waved his hand. "Bring me the reward."
"Of course, of course." The middle-aged man smiled obsequiously. "The reward is in the private room. Please follow me, Sir Drinker."
"Oh?" Hawk Eyes didn't seem to care. He stood up and followed him. "All right."
With the spectacle over, the surrounding spectators gradually dispersed.