Reborn as an Evolving Space Monster: Harem Of Otherworldly Beauties Chapter 341: A Day With Kris... And Liz!

The doors slid open, and neon lights spilled out.

Monts later, dozens of people spilled out as well. They left the place with their gazes stuck to the ground. Only the most courageous dared to glance at the group.

"Y… You didn't have to do that…" Kris complained in a mutter.

The previous custors gulped. As if the Red Dragon Gang's colors and outfits weren't intimidating enough, they also had to walk past a towering foreigner, so tall and broad that he seed to crowd them without even moving.

"H-How long would you like to rent our rooms for?" The group was asked upon walking in.

"E-Excuse my colleague!" Another employee shouted as she bowed. "Please, enjoy the rooms for as long as you want. We hope you have a pleasant ti with us!"

"This gal gets it." One of the Red Dragon mbers chuckled with a grin.

"Ma'am!" The employees shouted at once, their gazes going beyond the group.

Everyone slowly turned around.

"W-W-Welco to my fine establishnt!" The owner said while rubbing her hands together and smiling. "It's not every day that such fine custors co here… We will do our best to make sure you have a good ti."

'Did the owner co here upon hearing of our coming?' Liz thought to herself, pressing her lips together. 'I feel horrible about this… I hate making people nervous. No matter how much she smiles, the drops of sweat on her forehead don't lie… I feel bad…'

"O-Of course, everything is on the house." The owner said as she bowed.

"Yey."

"That's nice."

"Hehe." The gangsters chuckled one by one.

"The Young Heir deserves the best, doesn't he, owner?"

"O-O-O-Of course!

"That's right, anything for our Jade-"

"Can I go see the rooms?" Kris asked, pointing at the deeper parts of the establishnt.

His voice and tone were so sweet and polite that the owner needed a mont to answer. She had expected him to be extrely rude and arrogant.

"Of course. W-Would you like to show you around?"

"Show the Young Heir around?"

"Are you trying to pull so kind of move on our Young Heir?"

"In front of us? Courting the Young Heir in front of us?"

"You think you are courting the Young Heir, but you are courting death."

"Yes, please." Kris answered through the surrounding mbers' threats.

It didn't take long for them to settle on a room.

As the owner had expected, the group had chosen the largest and, usually, most expensive one.

Still, every other room had been emptied.

It was better this way, even if it ant offending other custors.

'They started ordering alcohol right away… This is going to cost so much…' She complained internally while rubbing her forehead. 'Still, it is what it is. I'm sure it won't take long for them to start spreading into the other rooms. It's better to keep them empty just in case. Even if a fight breaks out, it will be amongst themselves. This is for the best…'

The Red Dragon mbers' embarrassnt caused them to drink much slower than they would have liked.

Elizabeth Vinacci was in the room, after all.

They would only take a sip after she did, and chug their drink after she did hers.

Because Liz wasn't in a drinking mood, they ended up frustrated pretty quickly and started making excuses one by one to leave… And get drunk in the other rooms before coming back.

The vibe wasn't great at first.

While there were over a dozen people in the room, only two of them were n, Kris and Cero.

Kris was the one struggling the most.

He loved singing with friends, but things got trickier when won were around. Most of them rarely joined in. Instead, they preferred to drink, brood, clap, and listen… Which turned the mood into sothing odd.

To outsiders, it looked like the n weren't simply having fun with friends, but performing for an audience.

As if the n were entertaining the won with their singing.

'Bak was busy dealing with family issues, Al flat out refused, Jay hasn't been answering our calls and ssages…'

Having gone on a mission for more than two years, Kris had trouble calling anyone who hadn't been on that ship with him a "Friend". With news of his return, many acquaintances and old friends sent him text ssages, called him, and tried to see him. However, he could tell that it was no different than before. Opportunists who did not care about him one bit. Now, it was because he was a Hero. Before the mission, it was because he was the Red Dragon's son. Won wanted to get closer to him as an attempt to join in on the family business, while n wanted to get closer to him as an attempt to et, seduce, and hook up with a couple of bad girls. Everyone knew that Kris was always escorted by the Red Dragon's gangsters, and many of his "Friends" had used that to extract spicy adventures and stories for themselves.

As everyone was seated on the comfortable couches, music and neon lights blaring, Kris found himself getting a bit depressed.

'Why did I suggest Karaoke when I wasn't sure that the guys would co?' He clicked his tongue, frowning at the gangsters who filled the room. 'I don't want to start singing in front of them… I also don't want to be rude and tell them to get out… Should I just say that I'm not feeling well? That I'm not feeling Karaoke today after all?' Kris pressed his lips together as he massaged his forehead. 'Plus, they kicked everyone out. How la would it be if we take the whole place for ourselves and don't even end up having fun…?'

Kris's thoughts trailed off as the wireless microphone was grabbed.

The holographic screen was swiped a couple of tis.

Eventually, the song was chosen.

'I can only choose based on the song's title anyway… Since I don't know any of them.'

The gangsters regained their seats.

Liz pressed her lips together, nervous.

Kris's eyes shone brightly.

The song started, and Cero brought the microphone closer to his mouth.

'Here goes nothing.'