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In front of a sunken hollow somewhere, two boulders were erected, and an unknown old flashlight hung on, shining one after another.

From the outside, it looks like an abandoned wasteland.

It's hard to imagine that there is a tavern open down here, and there is a lot of traffic every day.

The main reason is that there is alcohol, although the price is a bit expensive, but it is still a good choice for recreation compared to spending money and having a dull taste of nutrient solution to buy.

At least on the surface, that's how Yuan Liu introduced it to Ying Zheng.

As soon as he stepped out of the long underground stone steps, the dim brilliance of various colors opened his eyes, except for the bar, a glance swept through the round tables two or three meters apart, and some people sat sparsely on the ground.

Some are bald with thick tufts of hair on their chests.

Some are one-eyed and wear a pair of glasses.

Some people were on crutches, but they got off the table as fast as a gust of wind.

……

In short, it looks weird.

"Brother Yuan, bring a friend today......" A man in a black and white waiter's suit took a puff of cigarette and brought them two glasses of wine.

"No need." Yuan Liu waved his hand and refused, the price of this wine was not something he could not afford.

"Don't do that, we don't have anything to do with each other." The man who looked normal suddenly gave a wink, "These two cups are for delivery." ”

Since it's a gift, you're welcome.

What's more, he also knows how high this person's commission for doing this is, and two glasses of wine are nothing.

Yuan Liu took the wine very calmly, as if he was accustomed to this person's virtue.

Ying Zheng didn't move, just smelling the smell of wine, she lost interest.

It's too far from the Jiuquan drunk she tasted.

Although that's just the game.

When Ying Zheng looked at the people around her, the people around her were also secretly looking at her.

After all, the eyes are tight, and the appearance is good.

In contrast, the exposure of human nature, the competition between people, and the mutual snatching of resources have become the main 'entertainment'.

Ying Zheng seemed to be smiling, but when he raised his eyes, there was a hidden momentum on his body.

With this momentum alone, it is not inferior to anyone present.

Whoever wants to do it has to weigh it first.

Some people are born conceited, and their strength is strong, and they will not weigh themselves.

Somewhere in the corner of the wall, a man with a tiger's back came down from the table, with high muscles in his arms, and a shallow scar on his face, from the peak of his nose to his chin, and walked over with vigorous steps, at that angle, straight to hit Yingzheng's shoulder.

Those who watched around showed only a hint of pity.

It's a pity, it's naturally Yingzheng, who is weak and can't help it, the strong man is a frequent customer of the tavern, Hatty, a little different preference, that is, he likes to bully the weak, who has not fought with Hattie here.

Either it was a 'fluke' win or a draw.

Nobody loses?

Those who lost are dead.

There is no policing here, and dead people are 'legal'.

Some people sigh, it's a pity for that handsome little face.

This newcomer is no match for Hatti.

After all, Hatti's strength is very clear to everyone here.