Chapter 164 - Jugs

Seeing the 'Human Goblorc' sit in the chair in front of him and smile disgustingly, Luke returned the smile, looking him in the eye. The half-wolf wanted to demonstrate in this way that he was not afraid of anyone.

"Will you want to bet those gold teeth too?" Audaciously, Luke asked.

Many people around the table laughed, but when the pudgy man looked at them with a serious countenance, everyone stopped, and a heavy atmosphere settled in the tavern. The establishment was large, but now it seemed small because of the number of people gathered to play against the Champion of the Tournament of Legends.

"Do you know how to play? If you don't, don't even occupy my time." Luke inquired of his opponent of the turn. He was forcing himself to be more dynamic than he really was to provoke people.

"Yeah, I know." The fat man retorted with a more serious countenance than ever.

Luke stretched both hands forward, and his opponent did the same thing. The man's chubby fingers were covered in tattoos, as well as bruised from clearly punching people so hard. 

Before the half-beast had a chance to start the count, the 'Human Goblorc' tried to take advantage and hit his hand. Luke was wary of this possibility and quickly rebuked him with a slap on the man's right hand. TAP! The slap echoed and surprised a few people.

"That wasn't very polite, man. But I'll spare you this time... Try one more time."

The pudgy man tried to hit Luke's left hand with his left hand in this round, but Luke easily dodged and then used his right hand to hit his opponent's left hand.

"You can bring another pitcher of beer!" Luke shouted.

When the waitress handed over the huge pitcher of beer, the fat man took it firmly and drank it all in a single gulp. Afterwards, he wiped the foam around his mouth with his own tongue and slammed the pitcher down on the table. 

"One more time!" He exclaimed angrily.

"If you insist..."

For the well-known dealer, this had already ceased to be a money bet and had become a pride dispute. To him, the haughty personality of the half-wolf was irritating, even more so because he knew he couldn't grab Luke by the collar, take him into an alley and beat him to a pulp until his skull split open.

Consequently, in the next few minutes, what people saw was not a fair fight but a humiliating defeat. The 'Human Goblorc' lost dozens of times, and even with his big stomach, he quickly became drunk with the liters and liters of beer he drank.

The more people watched the half-beast closely, the less they understood how he could react so fast. His right hand was so fast that most could only hear the characteristic crack of his palm hitting the back of his opponent's hand, and his left hand made a spinning motion to deflect any slaps.

With the waitress bringing dozens of pitchers of beer, people quickly began to revel in the public humiliation of the drug dealer.

"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" The 'Goat Tail' tavern patrons roared together, encouraging the man to push his limits.

Although the fat man was disgusted with the sweet taste of beer, he drank that entire pitcher. However, staggering in his own seat, with a downcast expression, the 'Human Goblorc' could not hold back the reflux, which quickly turned into vomit. Blurrh!

"Ah! Gross, man!"

"I thought he was more resistant to alcohol at that size!"

"Hey, old man! Get someone to clean up this puddle of puke here!"

Two men walked over to Luke's table, looked at him, and excused themselves. Then, they propped one arm of the pudgy man around the back of each man's head and started to leave the tavern.

"What are YOU two doINg? I cAn StilL beat This little sNiTch..." The drug dealer spoke with a sluggish voice and a droopy look on his face. In fact, he could barely stand upright.

"Boss, we know, but now it's time to rest."

After Luke saw the man leave and also saw that he had spent quite a bit of time on this game, he rose from his chair and spoke:

"Later we continue, now I have to go take a leak!" Luke spoke and walked over to the tavern counter.

Behind the counter was an old man with a protruding nose. He was cleaning some mugs with a cloth and stopped when he saw the half-wolf approaching. Luke looked at the men at the counter and realized they were all passed out from drinking so much.

With his back turned to the tavern keeper, Luke leaned his elbows and his back against the counter. The people were still betting at the table from which he retired, and since most had already lost around or more to Luke, they were much more cheerful than usual.

"I believe you owe me a favor, old man. Look how crazy they're drinking, and they're not mugs like the one you're holding; these are jugs. They're going to spend a lot of money today..." Luke spoke with a smile and then looked over his shoulder at the big-nosed man.

Luke's plan was not to take advantage of drunk people, but to get information from someone grateful. 

"Besides, I think this place has gotten a lot livelier than it used to be. People were afraid to come here because of guys like 'Human Goblorc,' right? I think this big movement should last a few weeks."

"What do you want?" The tavern keeper inquired after tapping the mug on his side of the counter.

Luke wiped the smile off his face and spun around to talk more appropriately. "On the night of the tournament, did anything unusual occur in Lower Town?"

"If you're wanting to know about those religious crazies, I don't know about anything."

"Man, I helped you out a lot today. Do the best for you and just answer my question. Did anything unusual occur?"

He huffed looked at the people betting and drinking in the center of the tavern; next, he looked at the men passed out on the counter. Then, he approached the half-beast and whispered:

"All right, all right… don't tell anyone I told you this, but in the early hours of last night, explosions were heard near that old sewer system that was being built and was abandoned.. Since that is the region of 'Straw Hat', even the municipal guards didn't know about it, and his henchmen closed the area."