Chapter 41
by 
Erolord
What's next?
Knock his ass back out
“You little shit.” You spin around and bring your mighty fist down to the back of his head. His head ricochets off the table he was resting on as he is put to fucking sleep. The man at the bar gives you an apologetic smile and waves you on. You spit on the patron before leaving.
The hell if I’m goin’ ta’ be treated like meat.
With that disturbance out of the way, you make haste to the meeting spot on the edge of town.