“If I was unable to see through his tactic, and he wins this store, it should be a good lesson, right?”
“Young Master—this sort of joke is not funny at all.”
Ryota Neko gave a strained smile.
“Okay, let’s go downstairs and have a drink.”
Rikuo, who wanted to smear the burn mark once again stood up after saying that. Aotabou and the others started to move as well. Just then, the staff ran up from the wine house downstairs.
“Ryota Neko big brother! It’s ba…it’s bad!”
“What are you making so much noise, what happened?”
“The cashier downstairs was counting money and the result was—look at this!”
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