Madara held a cigarette and a drink, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Nagato.
Nagato's heart skipped a beat. Please don't look at me, old man. You're making me nervous! he thought, on the verge of tears.
"Nagato, don't embarrass yourself too badly." Madara chuckled, stubbed out his cigarette, then leaped into the air.
He landed precisely and gracefully in the center of the stage. The person controlling the lights backstage obligingly aimed the spotlight at him.
"Let's dance!"
To the pounding beat of the DJ's music, Madara kept letting loose onstage. Supporting himself on one hand, he spun into a 720-degree Thomas flare, sending the entire bar wild as screams rose from the crowd.
"Hahaha! Keep the music going! Keep dancing!" The sight fired Dave up too, and he stood beside Madara and started dancing with him.
Nagato slapped his forehead, his face full of misery. Why on earth had he come here?
Just drink. Alcohol can drown your sorrows. Nagato picked up his glass and drank gloomily.
"Nagato! Grandmaster! Come on, come on, how can you drink alone?" Fugaku and Daiyue exchanged a smile at the sight, then immediately grabbed their glasses and came over to Nagato.
"Give me a break, Daiyue, Fugaku." Nagato drank with a helpless, bitter smile.
I knew this would happen! I knew it! Nagato thought, inwardly falling apart.
Nagato clinked glasses and drank with them, but the sharp-eyed Fugaku and Daiyue suddenly noticed that he kept holding down the sleeve on his right arm while drinking.
The two exchanged a look and nodded. Something was off about this kid.
"Come on, come on! You can really hold your liquor, Grandmaster!"
They exchanged another glance, then immediately raised their glasses to clink with Nagato's. As they did, Fugaku "accidentally" lost his grip, and the