Zhengji and Hu Yu asked for two beers, sat down in a random corner, and chatted in a low voice.

At this moment, several strong men in motorcycle suits walked in, sat down with a big grin, laughed loudly with each other, waved their hands towards the bar and shouted: "Old Green, come here for a few times the whiskey!" And let your beautiful girl come out and accompany us."

"Mark, keep your mouth shut, be careful I smash it! You can't eat and drink at the Super Bowl tomorrow! The fat man behind the bar waved at the waiter, smiling a little, as if he was familiar with the guys and didn't mind what they said.

"Haha! Jerry, you're almost fifty, and your muscles have turned fat! Mark drank a glass of whiskey with an open arm, looked at Mark at the bar with a smile, and made a movement that showed his biceps.

"Bastard, stinky boy will always be a stinky boy, don't believe it?" Seeing Mark's provocative action, Jerry, the uncle behind the bar, couldn't help but walk out from behind the bar, sat opposite the man, rolled up his sleeves and stood on the table with his arms, and he was going to wrestle with the other party's wrist!

"Haha! Uncle Jerry, you're welcome, old rules, old bets, if I win, you're going to have to drink us! Mark said as his eyes lit up slightly when he saw Jerry's movements.

"No problem!" Jerry also seemed to be interested, and agreed without hesitation.

As they spoke, they each placed their arms on the table, and their two large, rough hands clasped together.

"Bet on Mark, bet on Mark, ten dollars," a man on a motorcycle next to Mark shouted over in fear, slapping ten dollars on the table!

"I'm betting on Mark to win, too!"

"Me too!"

The arms of the two people are on the table, Mark's obvious Jerry's thick circle, and the muscles are obviously more robust and obvious, plus Mark is in the prime of life, it is no wonder that except for a few waiters in the bar who support their boss, most of the other onlookers who love to join in the fun bet on Mark to win!

"I'm betting on Uncle Jerry to win, fifty dollars", a slightly stiff English came in, accompanied by a fifty dollar bill floating on the table, and everyone couldn't help but focus their eyes on the smiling body of Masaji who came over at some point.

"Asian?" Someone subconsciously glanced at Masaki and said.

"Chinese people", Zhengji nodded.

"People are stupid and have a lot of money", someone underestimated, and it seems that it is a little difficult to understand this behavior of Masaki, because Masaki is the only guest other than Jerry's waiter who has put his bet on Jerry God.

"Hehe, there are still young people who know the goods!" Jerry turned his head to look at Masaki, and his fat face squeezed out a smile, as if he was satisfied with Masaki's support for him.

"Three, two, one, go!" Accompanied by the guest who made a temporary cameo as the referee, the two of them exerted force at the same time.

The table, under the pressure of the elbows of the two people, made a "creaking" sound, what they didn't expect was not that Mark destroyed the ancient decay, but the wrists of the two paused in the line for a while, and it was difficult to tell who had the advantage for a while, but both of them were blushing and thick-nosed, and the muscles of their bodies were collapsed, and they were panting for breath, and it could be seen that no one was relaxed.

More than ten seconds later, the fist slowly tilted towards Jerry's side, and people's faces showed a hint of what was really like this, and several people looked at Masaki with a gloating face, as if they had concluded that Masaki would lose.

"Ahh Jerry, who suddenly fell into the disadvantage, shouted, strained his wrist, and then under the surprised eyes of everyone, lost!

Age, physical fitness, these factors, all doomed Jerry's failure, most of the people who supported Mark, began to cheer, and some people squeezed their eyebrows at Zhengji, as if they were laughing at the stupid decision he made.

And Masaji, who was not angry, naturally lost fifty dollars.

"What did you think about just now, why would you bet on the bar owner?" Hu Yu, who returned to his seat, propped his chin and looked at Zhengji with some drunkenness and asked casually.

"Isn't it boring to always put the bet on the winning side in life?" Masaki took a sip of the brandy he had just ordered, and said with an unpredictable smile on his face, the taste of brandy spread out in Masaki's taste buds, making him frown slightly, foreign wine always makes him unaccustomed to drinking.

Zhengji's answer made Hu Yu look a little stunned for a while, what this man did was always so unexpected.

"Come, this is the whiskey I invited you, I will free you for your consumption at the bar today", as soon as Masaki's voice fell, a figure blocked the light in front of the table, and the fat body of the bar owner "moved" over, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and placed it on the table of two.

Zhengji and Hu Yu raised their heads and looked at the boss in surprise, as if they didn't understand why he did this.

"I can't let the only person who supports me suffer!" The boss seemed to see what the two were thinking, and a smile appeared on his unshaven face.

"Thank you," Masaki raised his glass and saluted the boss and drank it down.

"Fifty dollars, for a bottle of whiskey, it's a loss", Hu Yu looked at the whiskey on the table with a smile, and looked at Zhengji like a naughty kitten.

"Is it a loss? Earn it back," Masaki said with a smile.

"This year's "super wrist" will definitely be the Denver Broncos who can win the championship! Someone suddenly slapped the table and said loudly as he watched the TV reporter interview a team.

"Not necessarily, I think it's going to be the Rams who have brought in Daniel and a couple of big guys in a couple of years," said someone who disagreed, referring to the men who had bet with the bar owner before.

"The Denver Broncos are two consecutive Super Bowl winners! So this year could be them too! Naturally, the first speaker disagreed.

"FUVK Denver Mustangs!" Someone drank their heads and began to curse.

The other side naturally did not give in to each other, and began to talk trash-for-tat, and finally turned into a brawl! Almost the entire bar took advantage of the alcohol, you punched me and kicked, and the fight was inextricable, and in the end it developed into a scuffle, almost seeing people fighting, and even indistinguishing between the enemy and me, it purely became a hormonal venting after drinking.

Zhengji, naturally, couldn't stay out of the matter, because someone had already taken the initiative to provoke him, and a drunken man with a rosacea started in the group, and hit Zhengji in the face without saying a word.

Masaki looked at this scene helplessly, he didn't even react to what the beginning of this battle was, he always felt so nonsensical, but for the other party's unintelligent behavior, he would not be restrained, and slashed at the opponent's neck with a knife in his hand, and the rosacea man didn't snort and fainted to the ground.

However, a person fainted, but he couldn't stop the other drunk people, Zhengji pulled Hu Yu towards the door of the bar and walked through the crowd, from time to time Zhengji would just right to remove the chaotic fists and feet, protect Hu Yu, and occasionally knock out the drunk man who came at him, and walked out of the chaotic bar after a few seconds.

Hu Yu panted and gasped, leaning on Zhengji's body, her face was flushed, but there was no panic in her eyes, but she was unexpectedly excited, and even waved her pink fist to punch a drunk, letting out a happy crisp laugh.

After being in contact with Masaki for so long, she naturally knows that Masaki is very skilled, so she naturally won't be afraid and worried in the brawl just now, not to mention that the people in the bar have no malice, just just venting.

Zheng Ji could naturally see Hu Yu's excitement, looked at her funny, and listened to the chaotic sound in the bar, which may also be a kind of European and American bar.

"You bastards! Smash my chair and table, and I'll make you pay for it! An angry voice came, and suddenly the door of the bar was kicked open, and then the boss's chubby body squeezed out, but this is not the main thing, what made Hu Yu's eyes light up was that he was carrying a man in his left and right hands, one of them turned out to be the motorcycle man who wrestled his wrist with him just now, and the other person was his companion, two people of three or four hundred pounds, and they were easily thrown to the ground by the seemingly obese bar owner, looking at the redness and swelling of their faces and eyes, they were actually beaten by the boss!

As soon as the words fell, the fat boss walked in without saying a word, and when he came out again, he was carrying two delirious men in his hands.

Hu Yu's mouth opened slightly at some point, and she couldn't imagine how this seemingly obese bar owner subdued these drunken men, combined with the embarrassed appearance of his wrist before, it was difficult to connect with the person in front of her.

"How can I help?" Masaki's voice came, and he looked at the boss and said with a smile on his face.

"No, I have insurance, damn, I have to be smashed by these bastards every month," the boss's fat face showed a hint of anger, and the motorcycle man who stretched out his foot and kicked the ground suddenly raised his head and looked at Masaki and said: "I didn't see it, you have two times, and there is nothing wrong at all, and the capture method you used just now is from the army, right?" ”

Masaki was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting that his performance in the bar just now would be seen by him, and nodded slowly.

"Hehe, I know, don't blame me, when I was young, I was from the SEAL Special Forces, but my body has been blessed over the years, but these stinky boys are much stronger!" The boss smiled and said as if talking to himself.