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Central Park and the Small Aircraft – Part 05

Kazuya Kujou pedaled his bicycle intensely along the main road from Little Italy to Central Park, while a tall Italian youth ran beside him, gasping for air.

Nico’s arms swung wildly, his chin jutting upward. Gradually, his eyes half-closed as he groaned, “Last night’s booze still isn’t outta my system!”

Kazuya kept pedaling. “Oh? I thought you had a sandwich and went straight home.” His jet-black bangs stirred in the wind.

Nico flared his nostrils proudly. “That was just a pre-party snack. I’ve got pals all over Little Italy. Every night’s a fun cruise.”

“But what about Prohibition? Isn’t drinking illegal here?”

Dense greenery came into view through the intersection ahead. Foliage bulged like small hills, glinting under the summer sun.

Almost there, Kazuya thought, pedaling harder.

“Hah… hah. Prohibition? That’s just for show. Behind the scenes, gangs are raking it in with bootleg liquor. Speakeasies are everywhere. Even the NYPD looks the other way. Wine,