The Sugar Bean Man squeezed out of the passage and slowly straightened up in a more spacious place.
His figure blocked the light above the bar, and he looked down at John in the shadow he cast.
[I feel like I'm about to fight a boss, brother. If you hadn't held back, I'd have already drawn my gun and shot.]
Sora could feel the pressure from the other side.
This was no ordinary shop owner.
"To run a shop alone on Sakura Cross Street, especially with a business involving both the underworld and the legitimate world, you'd need some serious skill."
John muttered to himself.
The Sugar Bean Man's head tilted ninety degrees.
The mosaic face showed an expression of doubt.
"Are you okay?"
He asked.
"Not at all, no one in their right mind would come here."
John flipped his wrist, revealing a reddening countdown.
"My body is starting to lose sensation again, it's serious, I need that drug from last time!"
"Alright, here's the figure."
The Sugar Bean Man quoted a high price.
