"..."
Heros said nothing. He merely narrowed his eyes and stared at Arthur, silently saying, I'll believe that when I see it.
"Um... Nephew." Arthur shot Heros a meaningful glance. After a pause, he lowered his voice and said:
"Whatever you do, remember this about us coming to the nightclub... remember! Don't tell Carl, or your uncle here will be finished.
"I really only came here to drink, and, well, I did want to see some sexy women from different races. The women of the Kree and Gnolls are impossible to look at... And since we're already here, right? We might as well learn a thing or two from Pietro's skills with women."
Heros knew that, unlike his father, his uncle merely had the desire but not the nerve. He would never betray Carl, even if he died. He reluctantly nodded and said:
"Fine. I was just thinking I wanted a drink too."
"That's my good nephew! Hahaha!" Arthur laughed loudly, then raised his hand to summon the waitress from earlier and had her lead them to a booth with a good view.
As the waitress led them through the swaying crowds of different races, Arthur and Pietro walked side by side, quietly discussing which races' women looked sexier or more open.
Heros, meanwhile, showed no interest. After all, on Asgard, he could drink to his heart's content with Gabriel, Vadim, and those Astartes and elites. The atmosphere here was different.
Wanda, who had been following Arthur and Pietro the entire time, did not particularly like the atmosphere either, but she still looked around curiously.
Finally, the waitress led the four of them to a single-glass room on the eastern side of the top floor.
Arthur swiped his wristband and spent two thousand units to unlock the glass room. Once