Chapter 0358-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

As soon as the bartender’s words were out of his mouth, Leon, who had just been about to urge Rebecca to switch to juice, swallowed hard.

Then quietly moved his ass to the side again so he wouldn’t get splattered with blood later.

If anything, Leon’s anticlimax is his wife and kids;

Then Rebecca’s anticlimax is her age.

“I’m an adult! Open your doggy eyes and see that I am, adult! YEAR! A human being!”

The loli girl stood on a barstool with her hands propped up on the table.

If the bartender said one more word, Leon had no doubt that Rebecca was about to pull out her gun.

Luckily, the bartender was a sensible one, and immediately nodded meekly, “Okay, okay, Black Moon, coming right up.”

“Slow down! I’ve changed my mind, I’ll have a glass of water too.”

“OK, two glasses of fresh water.”

Only then did Rebecca sit back down, arms over her chest, and look at the bartender’s back in exasperation, “This is why I hate all the bartenders in the world.”

Leon shook his head and laughed, saying nothing as he began to survey the crowd.

A few moments later, the lights in the bar suddenly went out, leaving only a beam of light shining above the stage.

In that light, a tall, thin man sat on a barstool with a plain guitar in his arms.

He was dressed in a simple outfit, his face was slightly changed and his hair was down to his shoulders.

But as soon as he took the stage, he drew cheers from the men and women on the dance floor.

“Victor! Victor! Victor!”

“Victor, I want to hear you sing Riverside!”

“Riverside sang yesterday, and today it’s going to be ‘Evening Breeze’!”

“……”

They chanted Victor’s name and ordered the songs they wanted to hear.

Leon sat at the bar, looking across an entire dance floor at his former second-in-command, Victor.

Compared to Rebecca, Victor had changed so much, he used to have short hair and was much more spry.

“What’s gotten into him.” Leon chanted.

“Artistic, all of them.” Rebecca sucked on the glass of fresh water with a straw.

Once the people on the dance floor had quieted down a bit, Victor pulled off the pendant on his chest.

It was a guitar plectrum.

But unlike the usual cheap paddles, the Victor’s paddles are a very delicate ivory color and are more meticulously crafted.

It’s especially noticeable in the light.

Flicking the guitar strings, Victor opened his mouth to sing.

He’s a good singer. In a bar like this, it’s a monthly fee.