After a pause, Yang Yunfan said again: "However, I don't know what his strength is. The affairs of the cultivation world have little to do with the affairs of the mercenary world. ”

Some of those outstanding mercenaries are not because they are strong in cultivation, but because they have excellent combat instincts.

Yang Yunfan said as he pushed open the door of the bar.

"Goal!"

"Alain Desagoev!

"CSKA Moscow, 1:0, temporarily ahead of Bayer Leverkusen!"

Yang Yunfan walked into a football bar while the TV was broadcasting the Champions League group stage, the fifth round, CSKA Moscow vs. Bayer Leverkusen.

When Yang Yunfan just entered the goal, CSKA Moscow defender Alain Desagoev had just scored a free kick.

This makes the atmosphere of the whole bar lively to the extreme.

At this time, the bar was full of staggered toasts, beer, vodka, spilled on the ground.

"It's boring. Sure enough, there is nothing to see. ”

The girl frowned, completely incomprehensible, a bunch of big men around a TV, watching a bunch of people running around a football on the TV, what's so nice about this?

Yang Yunfan was not surprised, he walked to the bar and ordered a glass of vodka called "Volga".

This sake is a local specialty, and it seems that in the process of making sake, the ingredients used in the sake production are pure mountain springs from the source of the "Volga River".

The bartender highly recommended it, and Yang Yunfan didn't care about money, so he ordered a glass of wine and sat quietly at the bar.

While drinking, he observed the guests coming and going.

As for the girl, she sat next to Yang Yunfan with great interest, drinking a kind of rum with a fruity taste, waiting for this group of drunkards, when they drank too much, and came to tease themselves.

In that way, she can justifiably beat up these people, and Brother Yang will not say that he is not because of this.

It's a pity that the script is completely different from what she imagined, after these old hairs drank too much, they didn't seem to be interested in her at all, but looked at her very strangely.

How did a little kid come to the bar to drink?

According to the law of Soviet Russia, 18-year-olds are adults and can go to the mall to buy cigarettes, but only 21-year-olds are allowed to drink alcohol.

As for marriage......

Well, their law says that you can legally get married at the age of 14.

This is mainly due to the fact that the Russians are very fond of drinking, which leads to their average life expectancy almost lagging behind in European countries.

Moreover, they also have a low birth rate.

In order to encourage everyone to have more children and drink less, the government lowered the age of marriage and raised the age of drinking.

Unfortunately, the people of Soviet Russia do not seem to buy it, the annual alcohol bill is still high, and the birth rate is declining every year.

Therefore, this gang of old hairy people is not strange at all, Yang Yunfan brought a little girl to the bar, they thought that the girl was Yang Yunfan's wife.

It's just that Yang Yunfan let the girl drink, but he violated the laws of Soviet Russia.

Although everyone is from the past, and when they were teenagers, they would secretly drink at home, but it is rare to come to the bar to drink in the light.

Fortunately, Yang Yunfan and the girl look like yellow-skinned Chinese faces, and the laws of Soviet Russia are also treated differently.

If they call the police and say that there are foreign children drinking here, they will probably come and beat them up. And teach them a lesson, which is not to meddle around.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Yang Yunfan saw a figure, patting the snowflakes on his leather jacket and walking into the bar.

The man muttered a few words, and began to walk towards the bar.

The man was five big and three thick, like most middle-aged people in Soviet Russia, because of drinking, his hair was almost bald, and there were some sake lees on his big nose, which looked very funny.

It's just that the cold scar under the corner of his eye makes no one dare to laugh at his appearance.

"I knew that if you sat at the bar for an hour, you would always get something. After Yang Yunfan saw the appearance of that person, he couldn't help but show a knowing smile.

Immediately, he stood up, patted the girl, and said, "There's an old acquaintance over there, I'll go over and talk a few words." ”

"I'll go too!"

The girl sat here, a little bored, and no one came to tease her, she saw Yang Yunfan with a smile on her face at this time, and knew that it must be something funny, so she also followed.

......

A bar not far away.

"The old rule, a bottle of Volga vodka!" the rosacea-nosed man slapped a bill on the bar and sat down leisurely.

Soon, the bar opened a bottle of vodka for him, handed it over, and then, with a smile, chatted: "Frankie, I heard that your factory is not doing well and is about to go out of business, why do you still have the leisure to drink?"

"The factory is closed, what does it have to do with me? Big deal, I went to the supermarket opened by the Chinese people to carry the goods. I don't have a shortage of work. ”

The strong man named Frankie didn't care in the slightest.

He raised his head and took a sip of vodka, then grinned and sighed: "It's still your wine here, it's enough to taste." ”

"Of course. I am Volga!Do you know? Like the Moutai of China and the Bordeaux wine of France, this is the aristocratic vodka of our Soviet Russia!" the bartender boasted proudly.

Hearing this, Frankie laughed, shook his head, and said disdainfully, "Come on." Others don't know, I don't know? What kind of Volga is this, isn't it wine made from the source of the Volga River? I've urinated there. ”

"If I tell people out loud now that you peed in their wine, will you believe it or not, they will castrate you?" the bartender laughed as well, jokingly.

"I'm afraid of that, Frankie, when I was younger, but I fought in the Chechen campaign and killed more people than in the whole bar here. Frankie didn't care.

After a pause, he didn't know what he thought, but he sighed in a low voice: "If I hadn't offended that group of bureaucrats, I would have been a regiment commander or battalion commander in the First Army of the Army now." It won't be an assembler anyway. ”

"Frankie, long time no see! I didn't expect you to get rid of your penchant for bragging. ”

But at this moment, a familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded in Frankie's ears.

"Who?"

As if he had heard some terrible sound, Frankie shuddered violently, and his drunken head instantly sobered up.

In his memory, the image of a demon suddenly appeared.