Kid had not been there last night.
But by listening to the discussions around him, he had more or less figured out what had happened.
Compared with Maud taking down Gangster and Abe with a single slash each, he was more concerned about the sniper who had safeguarded Maud.
"Did that old man make a move...?"
Kid picked up a bottle of liquor and tipped his head back to drink.
Clear liquor slid down both sides of his lips, filling the air with a rich aroma.
Killer sat beside him, silently watching Kid, whose mood seemed off.
No one could see his expression beneath the mask.
Before long, Kid finished the bottle.
He flung his arm, sending the empty bottle flying to the side. It crashed onto the neighboring table and shattered on the spot.
The glass shards sprayed across several pirates seated at the table.
"You bastards!"
The pirates immediately flew into a rage. They slapped the table and rose, their vicious gazes sweeping toward the culprit.
Yet Kid, the culprit himself, looked back with killing intent in his eyes.
The previously aggressive pirates wilted at once. They hunched their necks and sat back down, not daring to look at Kid again.
Seeing how sensible they were, Kid coldly withdrew his gaze and stood up.
His movement was so forceful that the chair toppled backward with a muffled thud.
The abrupt noise made several pirates at the neighboring table jolt.
"Let's go."
Kid ignored those clowns and strode toward the door.
Killer dropped several Beli on the table, rose, and followed Kid.
The two walked out of the tavern one after another, then continued side by side.
Kid looked straight ahead. Everywhere he looked, he saw pirates reeking of alcohol and obsessed with pleasure.
"Killer, there's no need to