Apocalypse Invasion: Survival on the Infinite Train
Ming Chu sat in a chair and even ordered three glasses of fruit juice.
As for ordering juice in a tavern... let's just say the boy was very flexible and knew how to read the room.
The base wasn't exactly short on fruit right now, and those who could run a tavern usually had some connections and skills. The juice was blended well, likely using two or three types of fruit. Ming Chu took a sip and quite liked it.
Amu was hugging her glass and gulping it down, and Tali, who had stared at the juice for a long time, asked in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with this juice?"
"Don't worry, there isn't. He wouldn't dare mess with it." Ming Chu signaled her to drink, smiling as she said, "Besides, I already told Sister Lan that if I don't return within two hours, she should come to the tavern to find me. Her combat power is even higher than mine, anyway..."
The boy behind the bar, who was diligently wiping glasses: "..."
This is a threat, right?
This must be a threat, right?
Saying her combat power is higher—doesn't that just mean she could flip the tavern over?
If it were before, they might not have been afraid, but the boy vaguely knew they were about to do something big, and they couldn't afford to cause a scene.
For some reason, the boy felt lucky he hadn't actually poisoned the drinks.
He hadn't poisoned them at the time just because of a moment of soft-heartedness, and because Amu was there—the dosage for adults and children was different, and he didn't know which glass the child would get.
Secondly, he figured people would be sent from below, and it would be the same if he poisoned them later if things went south.
The boy silently wiped the sweat from his forehead.