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Chapter 5 - 5: Kuzan is Stunned: So This is Adult Justice?

Kuzan stood at the entrance. His towering height of over two meters, combined with his awkward and innocent expression, immediately drew a crowd of curious eyes.

Oh, what a handsome young man!

A dancer wearing fishnet stockings and a skull-and-rose tattoo on her arm swayed toward him. Her warm, soft body pressed directly against Kuzan's stiff arm.

Is this your first time in a place like this?

Holding a long, slender cigarette between her fingers, she playfully blew a smoke ring into Kuzan's face. Her finger moved to hook under his chin.

Your body is so firm... does little brother want big sister to play with him? I will teach you how to have fun.

Kuzan's body froze completely as a rush of heat surged to his head.

No... there is no need!

Kuzan's lips trembled as he tried to pull his arm away, but the dancer held on tight. The sensation made his mind go blank. I... we are here to... to...

To experience the suffering of the world!

Kane's voice boomed from behind Kuzan, sounding loud and bold.

He stepped forward, naturally shielding Kuzan as he casually wrapped an arm around the dancer's waist. Leaning in, he whispered a few words in a low, magnetic voice.

The dancer blinked and then let out a peal of silvery laughter. She leaned into Kane's embrace while trembling with mirth. Oh, you are so bad, handsome. But I like it.

Kuzan was speechless.

Before he could react, Kane had already dragged him through the crowded room and sat him down at the most prominent spot at the bar.

Two Deep Sea Bombs! The kind you can light on fire!

Kane casually pulled a stack of Berries from his coat and slapped them stylishly onto the bar top.

The dancer sat on Kane's lap, her slender arms looping around his neck as she exhaled a breath like orchids. You do not look like a first-timer, handsome.

Beautiful lady, please do not misunderstand.

Kane did not even blink, his eyes as deep as a pool of water. He looked at the dancer and then glanced at the shell-shocked Kuzan beside him.

The hardships of life are always similar. I have simply shouldered this weight earlier than my friend.

Though the dancer did not understand the words, she felt they sounded very impressive.

Kuzan watched the dancer laughing in Kane's arms and then looked at the two glasses of amber spirits the bartender brought. Ghostly blue flames flickered atop the liquid, clearly indicating a terrifyingly high alcohol content.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke with a trembling voice. Ka... Kane, this... this is not right, is it? Weren't we here to...

Superficial!

Kane shook his head in mock grief and pointed at the glass of flaming blue liquor.

Kuzan, do you think they are simply drinking alcohol?

They are drinking homesickness and the loneliness of being unable to reunite with their families! Every sip is a burning memory in the heart!

Kane pointed at the surrounding crowd lost in their revelry. Why are they laughing? Because if they do not, the crushing weight of reality will make them cry! This helplessness of drowning sorrows in wine, this tragedy of forced smiles—how can you understand it if you do not drink?

These words, combined with Kane's compassionate expression, left the bartender—who was wiping a glass—completely stunned.

The bartender froze mid-motion, looking at the bottle in his hand and falling into deep self-doubt. Is this profound stuff really what I am selling? I always thought I was just selling watered-down fake booze.

The naive Kuzan was even more deeply shaken.

So that is how it is! I was thinking too simply!

I... I understand!

Gritting his teeth, Kuzan picked up the still-burning liquor with a fierce fire igniting in his eyes. For Justice!

He tilted his head back and downed the drink in one go.

Cough! Cough, cough, cough!

The spicy liquid burned its way from his throat to his stomach. Kuzan's face instantly turned a deep shade of purple, and tears were coughed out of his eyes.

Cough... so... so strong.

Do you feel it?

Kane leaned in with a concerned look, but his hands were not idle. He expertly gave the dancer's waist a squeeze, enjoying the small discipline points +1 notifications popping up from the system.

While coughing violently, Kuzan nodded frantically.

He certainly felt it—he felt like his internal organs were about to be burned through!

Is this the pain of the common people? It is terrifying!

Seeing Kuzan's miserable state, Kane was rolling on the floor laughing internally, but his face remained solemn.

He picked up his own glass and took an elegant sip, letting the rich aroma of the wine spread through his mouth.

Handsome, since you are in such pain, why don't I help ease your suffering?

The dancer on Kane's lap waved with a smile, and another even more scantily clad red-haired dancer immediately approached. She winked at Kuzan and reached out to wipe the wine from the corner of his mouth.

Kuzan flinched, waving his hands repeatedly. No... there is no need, I... I can endure!

Kuzan, do not refuse!

Kane spoke up at the right moment, his tone serious.

Look how kind this lady is, willing to help us of her own accord. This is their professional spirit and their way of surviving in this cruel world. By refusing her, you are denying her value as a person. Is that your justice?

Ah? That... Kuzan was completely bewildered.

Open your heart, Kuzan. Only through deep interaction can you truly feel it.

Thus, the next half hour was a complete collapse and reconstruction of Kuzan's worldview.

He watched Kane move through the dance floor like a social butterfly, perfectly at home.

One moment he was acting like brothers with scarred pirates, scouting out several black market locations; the next, he was discussing the origin of life with heavily made-up girls, leaving them giggling uncontrollably.

Most absurdly, the guy even went to the gambling tables for a few rounds and won a mountain of Berries. He then told the red-eyed losers with a look of grief, Money is the root of all evil. I take it away to purify your souls.

Kuzan huddled in the corner, clutching his empty glass and surrounded by two dancers trying to get touchy-feely. He felt like a Husky that had accidentally wandered into a wolf pack—small, pitiful, and helpless.

Meanwhile, Kane glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was 4:00 AM.

The timing is about right.

Kane made an excuse to go to the restroom and slipped into the back alley.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, pulled a den den mushi from his pocket, and skillfully dialed a number.

Bulu bulu bulu... bulu bulu bulu...

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