The taverns of the Republic are a different flavor than other places.

First of all, the tables and chairs are all yellow wood and painted red, and then deliberately do not use bright and economical guide lights, but very nostalgic candles. The dim light, combined with the swaying darkness, the reflection on the table, and the smell of alcohol, make people instinctively intoxicated.

People who come to the bar are here to get drunk, and this dim hue is more intoxicating than the bright and spacious layout.

Most of the people who come here do it for the sake of drinking. There are also a few people who are there for the exchange of information. Basically, though, it's all about a quiet environment, where staggering and whispering create a sense of tranquility.

However, there are exceptions to everything.

"Woohoo~ There is wine today and drunk today, don't care about the frost on the tiles of others, a little pear blossom presses the begonia, Ya La Yi'er~"

The man's energetic voice almost made people feel that the wine was going to become bitter.

If it were a beautiful woman, singing the poems of the light yarn dance, it would be a different taste - but who wants to listen to the old man and a bad voice!

However, others dare not speak out.

The singing man was shirtless, revealing strong muscles, with strange dark red patterns painted on them, as if he was a tattoo or something, and the coat that had been taken off was casually thrown on the chair on the side, he raised one leg and stepped on the edge of the chair, with chicken legs in his left hand and a wine glass in his right hand, eating and singing quite boldly.

There were also bodyguards who came to "warn" him before, but he gave him a counter-"warning".

On the one hand, the strength is not good, on the other hand, he really did not pay the bills, the tavern owner symbolically expressed his dissatisfaction, so that the drinkers saw their attitude "I don't care, but I can't take care of it", so he did not continue.

Suddenly, the sound of the man's hurried steps disturbed the atmosphere of daring to be angry and unspeakable.

"Sorry, I'm late. Punish yourself with three glasses. ”

The man had brown messy hair, bright eyes with enthusiasm, a gray and white jacket, and a strange weapon tied to his waist, a whirling stick.

Probably guerrillas or something, right? The drinkers made guesses about his side.

The man was Guy Bannings.

He sat down in front of the wild man, and before he could pick up his glass, he heard a bang and the wooden door of the bar kicked open.

People in black suits, sunglasses, and the faces of the underworld in the comics poured in, about five or six of them, with machetes and short sticks in their hands, and they looked vicious.

"Hey! Where did the people who just escaped go! ”

They asked.

Although I am not happy with their attitude, if I openly express my dissatisfaction, I may soon become more unhappy.

But there are only five or six of them, and they may not be able to catch the young man just now, what if the news is directly revealed and the young man is retaliated against?

Such a tangled psychology kept clashing in the hearts of the drinkers on the spot. However, they immediately thought of a way to avoid offense.

Show with your eyes!

At this time, Guy was pouring himself a glass of wine and drinking. The person on the other side was stunned for a moment, but immediately smiled and filled him with a glass.

"Hey, you said you would punish yourself with three cups, and you only have one."

"Ahaha, there won't be less."

The man's cooperative attitude surprised Guy very much.

Is it undercover?

No, if it's an undercover agent, it won't be exposed for me.

Guy immediately denied it.

Forget it~ It's good if he's willing to help me~ Take one step at a time~

With a light-hearted thought, Guy brought the glass to his lips.

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The man in black walked up quickly, and flew a stick that knocked his cup flying.

"You kid! I still want to soak! Your stray hair and that torn jacket are so conspicuous! ”

"Hey, let's talk about the evidence! My clothes and hairstyle stand out! ”

Guy rubbed to his feet, his fists grabbing the man in black by the collar, almost touching his nose to it.

This reaction greatly exceeded the expectations of the man in black, and he was stunned all of a sudden.

"Ahh

The man who was left to the side opened his mouth with some resentment, but soon his mood changed.

"Forget it~~ Since you don't want to punish you for drinking, brother, then among these people, I have to beat three."

Saying this, the man, like a lazy lion, slowly kicked a man in black in the chest.

The man in black was stunned for a moment, but then understood that he was teasing himself, cursed, raised his machete and slashed at his feet......

There is no flesh and blood.

There was only the sound of banging.

The man in black had already been kicked into the air, and the whole person was stuck in the wall, unable to move.

However, according to the reaction force, it should not be able to survive.

"What a kung fu."

Guy clapped his hands, slammed the forehead of the man in black in front of him, pulled out the whirling stick behind his back with both hands, and hit him in the lower abdomen, knocking him several steps away.

"Haha, you're much weaker here."

The man said without hesitation, and Guy smiled heartily and did not refute. The unexpected resistance caused the men in black to be in chaos, and the three people who did not fall immediately escaped.

That's smart. Instead of rushing forward in a hurry, he immediately judged the difference in strength between the enemy and the enemy, took the task first, fled, and then passed the news on.

This also shows that I did get into trouble this time.

Guy Bannings's desperate metropolis, the adventure of fire, is about to begin—it's not so easy!

Even in the nick of time, Guy still had these okay thoughts in his head.

Guy's belief is that one should never give up on optimism. However, his boss Sergei commented that he was too optimistic.

The three men in black retreated, Guy would not give up this opportunity, and immediately rushed out with an arrow step, turned around, and the whole person disappeared outside the tavern door.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

The man who had been almost covered by Guy before had a broken look, grabbed the wine jug on the table, poured two sips, grabbed a glass and chased it out.

"Hey, hey! Say okay and punish yourself for three cups! Even if the one just counted is only two cups! Where is the most basic trust of people and people! Hold it! ”

…………

So you care about this?!

Everyone in the tavern was complaining to themselves almost at the same time.

Although I was shocked, this situation is commonplace. In a place like a bar, there is hardly a day when a pub is free of criminals. If there are wicked people, then there must be righteous people or even worse people who will find fault. It's good to get used to it.

It's that the boss mere loses a door, a cup, a wine jug...... Oh, and a wall.

In this regard, the boss said:

"it!"