Liberi Reader

Say baws, what year's this vintage?

Hmm, maderized coloring, lively aroma, robust flavor, velvety texture, this is...

Last month. A forty of malt liquor from the corner store.

Perfect scores up and down, baws! That's why they call ya Lungmen's self-proclaimed number one sow-mel-eer!

*Pfft* How many times do I gotta tell you? This is a reserve weapon. It ain't for drinking! Sora!

Okay, okay, here's your mouthwash.

Um... did ya mean to wash yer mouth with Yan huangjiu...?

Alcohol is a disinfectant. There's industrial alcohol under the bar. That would do the trick.

S'all good. We got money so we might as well spend it. It's all in the process, y'know? Ain't the amount. It's the process of spending!

Everybody, the apple pie's ready! It's time to party!

Oooh~ Exusiai's homemade apple pie!

Bottoms up!

...so like, what exactly are we partying for?

Huh? It's Bison's welcome party.

...so like, where's Bison?

Um! I dunno!

Then pick another reason. We always got a reason to party.

...What are you guys doing?

Awright. Here's the guest of honor himself.

Hey. Welcome to The Ends of the Earth.

You're late. That's three shots. Guest of honor drinks triple, but you can't drink. So that's nine sodas. Drink up.

Why is it called The Ends of the Earth?

(And the decor is so gaudy... And what's with the penguin... is this some kind of punk thing...?)

Don't just stand there with your tongue hanging out. This is your welcome party! Apple pie?

...No thanks.

So while me and Mostima were out there fighting off mobsters, you were in here partying?

So... what happened to their leader?

He got away.

To be more precise, we let him get away.

Regardless, he got away... so what do we do next?

We know the enemy's identity, their goal, and their numbers.

They're the Siracusan Mafia, and they wanted to take Penguin Logistics's territory in Lungmen.

...even though we're a logistics firm and... never mind.

Don't sweat it, Texas. We've always got a few days here and there to take out the trash.

When ya say it like that, it makes us sound even less like a legitimate business, don't it?

They don't know what they're talking about. They couldn't fill the boss's t-shirt for two minutes without cracking under the pressure.

Penguin Logistics is a unique operation. And I'm a step even more unique.

But that means we have lots of options for how to work this out. Why do we have to fight with them?

I don't know.

You don't know? How have you been...

Alright, alright, let's not put too much brainpower into this. Find an opportunity to grab their boss, huck him in the river and boom, we're done.

This whole thing has been one big ass waste of time. I just. Don't. Give. A shit.

Seriously. This isn't really worth spending any more time on. Here, gum.

Om...

But we at least need to come up with a plan to... Wait, what flavor is this gum?

White Horse Kohl flavor.

Croissant, please add this brand of gum to our hazardous materials list.

We were runnin' low so I grabbed the new flavor. Didn't notice what it was. Oops.

Yo, are we gonna party or what? We got food, we got drinks, where's the tunes?

I'm on it~!

I wasn't expecting jazz... even if it's a little...

The previous owner was something of a jazz lover, but after the boss took over we had to make a few style changes.

A few?

It's pretty much because the boss's own records all got toasted in that——

Enough. Let's not bring back any tragic memories.

And besides, nobody asked him to go get sick. Here I am takin' time outta my busy schedule to look after his bar.

is it Oripathy?

Lungmen's been through a lot. They should've changed the way they look at the Infected...

Nah.

He picked up an alcohol allergy.

......

He was fixin' to be the greatest bartender in all Lungmen. Fer a feller like that, we call it terminal.

We got some party crashers. Yo, get behind the bar if you wanna live.

Yessir!

Nice! There's a coin back here.

Don't squirm around, there's not much room back here——Ow! Watch your halo, Exusiai!

Stop gawking and get down, Bison.

Huh? Ah!

Get 'em!

Welp, that's the end of this place.

Mr. Emperor's still out there. Will he be okay?!

Why are these punks still up in my business? Shoot back already, before they completely trash the joint!

Sorry, boss, I'm all out of rubber bullets. Should we go at them with the barstools?

Did I not buy a forty of malt liquor and leave it here for just such an occasion?!

Um, we just drank the last bottle. All we got left is the top shelf stuff.

Use it. I ain't some stuffy old rich man, filling my palaces with fancy show-off booze.

Let this liquor show us what it's worth.

Huh? But the price on this stuff's higher than——

Grab it, hold it in your hand, and remember: aim for the head.

Protecting this bar means protecting my land. Come on.

Exusiai.

Got it! Take a bottle and smash a head. No problem!

W- wait for me!

They're charging, watch out! Gah!

That's a hundred thousand. Hundred and fifty thousand. Four hundred and fifty thousand. Seven hundred thousand...

How much was that one? No! Exusiai! Not that one—— agh.

What's... huh...?

Tonight's property damage bill. At least you and I got our shields to fight with. Don't want that number gettin' any bigger.

R- right.

Okay~ Three, two, one, go!