Chapter 73
"Hey!"
Saitama threw the mission authorization scroll onto the table in front of the brawny man. Before anyone nearby could get a better look, he pressed it down with his palm to conceal the contents.
"Hic?"
The large man glanced at the scroll, his hand still gripping a sake jar. After a brief look, he turned away, taking a swig before standing up from the table.
"Hic! I’ll be drinking here today. After that, I’ll rest. Let’s have a drink another time!" the man shouted, still slurring slightly. Though his tone was inebriated, his steps were steady—his consciousness not completely lost.
"Understood, milord! Please rest well!"
"Come back tomorrow!"
"Let’s go! See you next time!"
Several attendants in uniformed dark clothing emerged from the corners of the tavern, ushering patrons toward the exit. Some heavily drunk guests were even carried out by staff. Where they were taken, Saitama didn’t care to know.
A man with a meticulously styled mustache approached Saitama’s table and placed a sizable cash voucher down with both hands.
"Esteemed shinobi, my lord would like to rest undisturbed. May I kindly ask you to choose another establishment? This is a token of our appreciation."