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Saitama held the wine glass with both hands. It was a large wine glass with a thick bottom. It looked big, but there was only so much wine in it.

But the purpose of Qiyu's coming here is not to drink, so naturally he doesn't care about it.

There are five circular bars in the entire izakaya, with two to three waiters in the middle responsible for selling things to others.

Saitama's here belongs to the corner, not very eye-catching, which is also the purpose of Saitama sitting here.

Although no one knows himself, how to maintain due caution is a compulsory course for ninjas.

From time to time, he put his mouth to the edge of the cup and took a sip, and while lifting the cup, Saitama would wantonly observe the people in the izakaya.

At the bar over there, there are four rock ninjas. From the voices passing through, Saitama knows that they are logistics ninjas, responsible for delivering supplies.

And at the bar next to the group of ninjas, a few samurai who don't look very easy to provoke, everyone has a cold face. Although they are drinking in an izakaya, they all straighten their backs when drinking, and the whole People look very tall and straight.

These warriors kept looking at the gate, as if they were waiting for someone.

This was the judgment of Saitama and the warriors, and he guessed correctly. Not long after, a burly warrior walked in from outside the gate. The warriors stood up tacitly and greeted him with great respect. A samurai who has just arrived.

Averting his eyes from the group of samurai, Saitama continued to observe other people, anyway, there was still half a glass of wine in his hand, so he could continue to drink it.

The entire izakaya can bring countless information to Saitama, and Saitama has to select the ones he is interested in from these people here, and then get to know them in depth.

Under the cover of the thick-bottomed cup, Saitama did not shy away from it, trying his best to infer useful information from some performances, and then made some selections.

Ga!The door was pushed open, and the cold wind from outside blew into the room along the crack.

The few guests near the gate put down their wine glasses, obviously a little unhappy.

But after they looked up and saw who it was, they buried their heads in unanimous agreement, not daring to fart.

Shin Ishihara walked in with his stomach open and only a ninja vest on his upper body.

Regardless of other people's thoughts, he looked around and found that only the bar in the corner was more vacant, so he walked over.

Saitama slowly put down the glass in his hand, with a satisfied expression on his face, and there was still about one-fifth of the wine in the glass.

Shi Yuanshen felt very irritable these days, whether it was business or private, he felt a kind of powerlessness, which was a feeling he never felt when he was young.

The tightness on the front line, and the death of his own son, were like two big mountains, weighing him down a bit when he was already showing his age.

And the wine at this time of day is the only thing that can relieve his inner anxiety.

The waiter looked at Ishihara Shenluo sitting beside the young man who looked very poor before, and smiled at Ishihara Shen.

"My lord, is it still the old rules?"

The waiter is very familiar, and this ninja-sama is a regular customer recently, and he spends a lot of money.

"Ok!"

Shin Ishihara nodded, and glanced around, and saw Qitama, but after a moment of thought, he identified Qitama's identity, which was not much different from what the waiter thought before.

Saitama also saw the ninja who was sitting over. He maintained his previous posture without showing the slightest nervousness.

From the performance of everyone in the izakaya, and the disappearing voices of the iwa ninjas at the next table, he knew that this age looked very old, but a muscular ninja was not a small character.

Shin Ishihara rested his forehead with his hands, looked at the table with his eyes, and thought of the information he received just before coming here.

A group of ninjas who were searching nearby were wiped out in the same way as they killed his son.

So his mood became even worse, he left work early and came here.

"Sir, your wine!"

The bartender was holding a plate full of wines of different colors, very similar to the cocktails in Saitama's memory, but this glass was different.

Shin Ishihara waved his hand, and a few bills landed directly on the table. The bartender was overjoyed and collected the money.

The money is greater than the value of the wine, so the extra part is naturally his tip.

And these tips alone are almost more than what he usually gets for standing here for one night.

Saitama's eyes were expressionless, but his face still maintained the expression that a young man should have.

call!Shin Ishihara drank a cup in one gulp, heaved a sigh of relief, a little blush appeared on his face.

Of course, this little wine won't make him drunk so easily, and it's just a normal expression to blush.

Picking up his wine glass again, Saitama took a sip, drank off the top layer of foam, and put the glass on the table again.

Maybe it was because he drank a glass of wine, or maybe he was really sad, Ishihara Shin suddenly said to Qiyu: "Boy, go back quickly after drinking this glass, don't let the family worry!"

Saitama was a little surprised, but he put on an expression of knowing everything, pretending to be very mature.

"I know, old...um, uncle!"

While speaking, Saitama glanced at the beard and hair of the ninja in front of him, and then changed his words.

"My son is about the same age as you! I understand the hearts of parents best, so don't come to this kind of place dressed like this in the future. When you grow up, you will have plenty of time!"

Ishihara Shin thought of his son. Although he didn't make any extra movements when he saw his son's body, it was in front of his subordinates.

He has always been that strong boss, so he will not, and dare not show his weakness.

But now in front of him is a young man who has never met, and his son is about the same age, a place in his heart is instantly touched, and the cage of words is directly opened.

Saitama didn't speak, picked up the wine glass, and drank some yellow liquid, with some blush on his face.