With a "Dang" sound, the empty glass was knocked back to the table, and the water stain and golden red residual wine slid to the bottom of the glass together.


    The man who had just swallowed a mouthful of liquor, was so burned by alcohol that his lips were pursed into thin lines, pressed on his gums, took a breath, and asked, "it''s good here, isn''t it?"


    Yuanmaruki didn''t say anything.


    "Yes, it''s very good. Business should not be bad at ordinary times." Several people around the man nodded in response, "I don''t know whose court it is."


    "You can come and play next time," said the man named Juan, who looked in his forties and was pouring himself out