The Nightingale Bar was in complete chaos.
The Border District was already a disorderly place, with all kinds of misdeeds occurring daily; the blackout only added to the unease in people's hearts.
The pickpockets in the bar started to act, swiping wallet after wallet.
Perverts also began reaching out their greasy hands, and from time to time, you could hear the screams of girls being groped.
Even though there were mobile phones for lighting, it was really too dim, and the bouncers in the bar were scurrying around like headless chickens, unable to maintain order.
The thug who had been by Reuben's side earlier was squeezed into the dance floor, unable to move, very embarrassed.
Suddenly, he felt a hand reaching into his pocket.
At the same moment, people from the Eagle Claw Association restored the power in the back alley.
"Buzz." The electricity was restored, and the surroundings lit up again.
The thug abruptly grabbed the hand reaching into his pocket.
