The door of the Spear Tavern was pushed open, and a shrill whistle sounded behind Zhou Yun.
Wearing a linen robe, his ugly gray-white face painted with a spaceship insignia, Lag squeezed his ugly face into a grin and walked toward Zhou Yun.
"Brother, Zhou Yun, my good brother!"
"Why are you here drinking at a tavern in broad daylight, made me look all over for you!"
Lag's voice was loud and full of energy, like a nouveau riche who just struck gold.
The patrons drinking in the bar all turned their eyes to him.
Old One-Eye silently reached under the counter and pulled out an autopistol, skillfully chambering a round.
Lag froze when he noticed and awkwardly raised his hands: "It's me, Old One-Eye, it's me, your old pal Lag. Just changed clothes, don't you recognize me?"
Zhou Yun lightly shook his head toward Old One-Eye.
"That face of yours could make someone vomit for seven nights straight, nobody could forget it!"
Old One-Eye banged the autopistol on the counter and barked: "Don't think switching bosses means you can cause trouble in my tavern."
Lag shrank his neck and hurriedly nodded with a fawning smile: "Got it, got it, all brothers here."
He plopped down next to Zhou Yun.
"Lag, brother, I still prefer you in your old skin," Zhou Yun said with interest as he looked Lag over.
Just last night, he was still a member of the local gang, and by this noon he was already wearing the robes of the Ark Gang. So it was this old bastard who led them through last night?
Lag chuckled and waved at Old One-Eye, signaling for a glass of that pungent crimson liquor.
Old One-Eye pushed the drink over and asked dryly: "You little bastard, you were the traitor who led them, weren't you?"
"That's me," Lag said proudly, patting his robe. "I'm quite valued by the Kyōshu-sama now."
He downed a mouthful and added, "Closer and closer to my dream."
"You actually have a dream?"
"You actually have a dream?"
Old One-Eye and Zhou Yun simultaneously looked at Lag in surprise.
"Of course! My dream is to become a gangster superstar! To live every day drinking Amasec!" Lag raised his glass high and drained it.
Zhou Yun frowned and signaled Old One-Eye: "Give my brother Lag another drink, on me."
"To the future gangster superstar."
Old One-Eye nodded and turned to the cabinet.
"Good brother." Lag grinned hideously when he heard Zhou Yun was treating.
"So, who sent you to find me?" Zhou Yun tapped his glass on the counter and asked.
"The Kyōshu-sama!" Lag raised his voice a little. "Brother, I got you a big job this time."
"Oh?" Zhou Yun arched an eyebrow.
"Your drink."
Before Lag could continue, Old One-Eye came over with a freshly opened bottle of crimson liquor.
"Fresh brew, you're the first to taste it."
Old One-Eye poured a glass and handed it to Lag.
Lag happily took it and gulped it down. "Brother Zhou Yun, the Kyōshu-sama wants to talk big business with you."
"She saw those Agripinaa Pattern 3 infantry autoguns you got out there."
As he spoke, his gray face was already flushed.
"Who told her those guns came from me?" Zhou Yun frowned.
He already knew the answer but restrained himself from smashing Lag's face in.
"Me!"
Lag puffed his chest out proudly. "I got you new business, brother!"
Zhou Yun rolled his eyes.
"Brother Zhou Yun, the Kyōshu-sama is really not bad, generous too, much better than the old gang boss."
"Things have been unstable in the district lately, while you were gone a thief showed up."
"That thief burned open doors with a melta in the dead of night, even stole from the gang, and the old boss couldn't catch him."
Lag rambled drunkenly about random things: "In times like this, we brothers need to help each other, make some money…"
Zhou Yun didn't respond, just quietly let him babble on.
Lag eventually stopped talking, holding his head and wincing: "Why does my head hurt?"
"Old One-Eye, what did you ferment this batch with? So strong?"
Old One-Eye glanced at him: "Mutant shit."
"Damn, that's strong alright." Lag grinned woozily.
He rubbed his temples hard, trying to stay awake.
"You're drunk," Zhou Yun said flatly.
Old One-Eye nodded: "You old bastard, go sleep in the back room."
"No way!"
Lag staggered to his feet, already incoherent.
"Drunk means drunk." Old One-Eye came out from behind the counter, hoisted Lag onto his shoulder, and carried him to the back.
"I'm not drunk… no need…" Lag shook his head violently.
"No, you're drunk." Zhou Yun stood up as well, patting his back. "Too lame."
"Then I'll…"
Lag clutched his splitting head, gritting his teeth: "Then I'll sleep a while. Brother Zhou Yun, don't leave…"
"You still have to come with me to meet the Kyōshu later…"
"Sure, sure." Zhou Yun agreed readily.
He and Old One-Eye tossed Lag onto a bed in the back room.
The drug Old One-Eye had slipped into the drink took effect.
Lag soon fell into a deep sleep like he'd been hit by Leman Russ's uppercut.
"That drug's really strong," Zhou Yun remarked, looking at the out-cold Lag.
"I've got unique sources from the underhive," Old One-Eye rubbed his hands. "The drug and the drink both go on your tab."
"Of course." Zhou Yun nodded.
Old One-Eye glanced at Lag: "What now? He sold you out. Kill him?"
"He's not that bad for this dump. Dumb as a sunburned one-eyed Ogryn but unique and cheap."
Zhou Yun glanced at the snoring Lag.
Lag lay there, ugly face scrunched, muttering "Amasec… strong… got rich, Brother Zhou Yun…"
Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh: "A rare talent like that… best left to the Ark Gang."
"He and that sunburned one-eyed Ogryn have the same kind of world-shaking intelligence. Leave him to the enemy."
"What sunburned one-eyed Ogryn? Saying things I don't understand again."
Old One-Eye shook his head, fixing his remaining eye on Zhou Yun: "What's your plan?"
"I've got a little plan. I'm going to meet this Kyōshu."
(End of Chapter)
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