"Even though I can't be someone like you, I admire you."
"Whatever it is, as long as it's not something stupid like killing everyone in the world, I'll..."
He stood up and drew a jar of Bass Wine through the air.
With a slap, he knocked off its seal.
He raised it and took several long swigs.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
He had wanted to try the famous Bass Wine for ages. The sight of the jar brought his craving rushing back, and he could not resist.
"Whew."
"That hits the spot..."
Then he turned to meet Bada's eyes. "Since
I've already drunk your wine..."
He shrugged. "Guess I've got no choice. Go on, tell me. I'll agree to anything."
"But... you have to get up first!"
He glanced around. "Look at your men. They look like they want to eat me alive."
"It's terrifying!"
He sat back down, set the jar on the table, then grabbed Bada by the shoulder and hauled him to his feet.
"Don't go dropping to your knees at every turn."
"A man kneels to heaven, earth, and his parents. Nothing else calls for it."
"You've lived this long and still haven't figured out as much as I have."
"Hahahaha!"
Bada rose with the pull. Looking at Kuta, he wore the most genuine smile he had shown all night.
"Haha! You're right, boss."
"I should have known better."
"Three drinks as my penalty."
He reached for the jar in front of Kuta.
"Hm? What are you doing?"
Kuta snatched it away and gave Bada a sidelong look, guarding his wine like someone protecting his food.
"Uh..."
Bada's hand froze in midair. He could neither take it nor pull back without looking awkward.
Just then, one of Bada's sharper men noticed his boss's predicament. He grabbed a