"Hey, hey, hey! Don't start anything yet! We're good people. We don't go around picking on others!"
Li Bai waved at the burly Black mercenary.
"BOSS, as long as you're happy!"
The mercenary rolled his eyes, hugged his assault rifle again, and stepped back to make room for Li Bai and Yamamoto Takeo, who lay unconscious on the ground.
If someone tossed a bomb into this tavern, they wouldn't be able to carry a single good person out of the rubble.
A splash of cold water on his face woke Yamamoto Takeo. He cracked his eyes open, then sucked in a sharp breath.
Hss! His head was splitting. Damn it, which bastard had just hit him with a rifle butt... Damn you!
Li Bai couldn't hear Mr. Yamamoto's thoughts. Otherwise, he would have silently given him a thumbs-up and wished him a hearty appetite!
Six feet tall, a waist more than six feet around, and 250 pounds. Anyone who could bring himself to go for it with a woman like that was a true warrior, stripping his enemy while they blushed with shame!
After this, Mr. Yamamoto would probably have another nickname: Ghost Yamamoto.
"Ow, ow, ow..."
Yamamoto Takeo grimaced for a while before he began to clear his head. Even then, he kept getting dizzy. That Black man hadn't held back, and a blow from a rifle butt had probably given him a mild concussion. Only Amaterasu could say whether he'd suffer any lasting effects.
"Feeling better?"
Li Bai tilted the half-empty bottle of mineral water in his hand, ready to pour more over him like he was watering a plant.
"A little, yes. Could you untie me?"
Yamamoto Takeo was still bound tightly, squirming along the ground like a maggot.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot!"
Li Bai flicked his