Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 127

Damien was standing at the front of a big pub. He stood there for a while looking at the entrance which was busied with several people. Majorly men, who had been knocked out by booze, the god of liquor.

A sudden memory zoomed past his mind. The vivid image of his uncle. He didn't want to keep that image in his head for long. If he did, he would have to house pity, then that would graduate into guilt. He didn't think he had the luxury for that.

Even though he was trying to avoid the feelings. The image of his uncle which had zoomed past his mind left a footprint.

That only but highlighted his last meeting with the rough man. He felt pity first and then guilt. He couldn't knock the feeling off at once. To think that he had treated a family that way.

"Y'all go fuck yourselves! I don't give a fuck what y'all think about me! Where were you when I was being trashed by that old fart and other people? Huh? Where were you?"

He scoffed, looking through the door.

"Guilt my foot. That evil man deserved what he got. And I don't give a damn!"

He was arguing with the demons in his head. He didn't want to feed them anymore. For now, it seemed as though the good force in him was at the mercy of the bad.

He walked into the pub and looked around.

"That fool."

His eyes caught a man who was sitting alone, drinking. There were about five bottles of liquor on his table.

Damien watched the man hit his forehead on the table, involuntarily. He walked to the man and pulled the chair at the table which was opposite the man.

He settled in, staring at the man.

"Dumb fool, here you are."

At his call, the man put up his head. Slowly and sluggishly.

"Not only did you steal my gold statues but you also wanted to escape with my money, didn't you?"

The man dropped his head again.

"But you were unlucky since you got in a business with a monster. A monster who has been bred by thuggery! You are just a shadow of what you think you are."

Damien reached out his hand and pushed up the head of the man. His other hand fisting. He was tempted to land a punch in the man's face, breaking the nose and jaws. But he had to rethink.

He pushed the face of the man back and the man sat up.

"Do you even deserve to drown in liquor? Huh? Drown your sorrow?"

Damien chuckled wryly.

"Tell me, how many people have you done this to? How many people have you duped and made to up as a mess like you?"

The man wanted to drop his head again but Damien push the face back.

"You fool!"

Though the man's word was slurry, but the cuss came out with the expected tone.

"You crazy fool!"

Damien knew too well not take the words of a drunk man seriously or personally. Else, he wouldn't just sit back and watch; he had just being called a fool!

"Do you think that... that... I d-do it f-fun..."

The man's voice and words were dragged out, but Damien somehow found a strange interest.