Liquor and Stories
Berg, captain of the Wolf Fang Cross Squad, looked at the young mercenary who had just joined them, then at their generous benefactor, Li Bai. Hesitantly, he asked, "Uh, do you know that rookie?"
"Heh! I do!"
Li Bai laughed. What a small world!
He left Berg behind and walked straight over.
But the other man looked as if he'd seen a ghost and bolted out of the bar.
The next second, however, Li Bai vanished without warning.
The bar erupted in an uproar. No one had seen how he'd left.
"W-where did he go?"
"Have I had too much to drink? Am I seeing things? I barely drank anything!"
"God! Aliens have been here!"
"That young man—where did he go?"
"Unbelievable! A supernatural event!"
"Was that magic? Teleportation? Waiter, is your boss an alien?"
"What? That young man is the boss? The bar's owner?"
"Sorry, I don't know anything!"
"No wonder this place is becoming a new business hub. Turns out there's a powerful person backing it!"
For a while, the bar buzzed with all kinds of speculation.
Outside, the rain fell in torrents.
Somalia was no longer plagued by drought everywhere, nor were swarms of locusts filling the skies. It had entered the rainy season typical of the tropics.
The abundant rainfall not only quickly soaked the cracked earth, but also filled the dried-up ponds, streams, and rivers, which soon overflowed.
What had once been low-lying land had become a vast swamp, and the excess water was starting to flood everything.
Splash!
As if he'd spotted some terrible, man-eating flood beast, the young mercenary who'd rushed out of the bar in a panic stumbled and plunged headfirst into a large puddle. Water sprayed everywhere, and he was soaked in an instant.
He had just