"Las Vegas?"

"Las Vegas. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Are you sure this is Las Vegas?"

"Listen...... I've lived in this town for five years! Oriental...... Do you think, uh...... I'm too drunk to know the name of where I live? ”

"I'm sorry, but I don't mean anything else, sir." Qin Lang tried to calm himself down, and at the same time, he was also trying to calm the drunken ghost in front of him, "I just didn't expect that I had already arrived in Nevada. ”

"Really?" The drunken calmed down a little and looked at him with half-squinted eyes, "So, uh...... Are you lost? ”

"I think so."

"Hah!" The drunkard shouted, "Oriental...... It seems that you are lucky enough to find this place. Belch...... Most of the reckless and stupid guys like you died in the desert. ”

"Since God sent me here, He wouldn't let me die so easily." Of course, God...... Qin Lang's heart swelled up with monstrous anger again. "That damn, brainless, self-proclaimed "boring time traveler" super bastard, he'd better not be found by me or he'll be dead! “

"I swear!"

"Oriental...... Your face doesn't seem to be very good. ”

"I'm only a little tired, you know, I've been wandering around in the desert for a long time......" Qin Lang smiled self-deprecatingly, "Sir, where is the bar?" ”

The drunkard grinned at the mention of where he had just left. "Go four hundred yards ahead and you'll be able to see ...... The best bar in Las Vegas. But then he warned, "But you'd better not go there." ”

"Why?"

"O'Connor and his friends don't welcome people like you."

"Someone like me?"

"Yellow people."

"Really?" It sounds like there's a bunch of white supremacists in the bar...... Well, O'Connor? This seems to be a typical Irish surname. So, are the unfriendly people in the pub Irish? But what does it matter. "Thank you for the advice, but I'm going to go to the bar for a drink." Qin Lang said with a smile.

"Whatever you want, Oriental." The drunkard's body shook slightly, "I have warned you that if something happens, it is your own responsibility. ”

"I understand, sir. Well, see you later. ”

"No, Oriental, don't say goodbye, I don't want to see you again." The drunkard waved his hand like a fly, then turned around and staggered away.

Soon, he disappeared from Qin Lang's sight.

"Las Vegas?" He shook his head. Qin Lang never imagined that the first town he found would be a famous gambling city - of course, now it was just an ordinary town built on a desert oasis, not only did it have luxurious casinos and hotels, but also had no hot strippers.

And there are no railways or highways passing through here.

This is not the Las Vegas he had so badly wanted to visit in college.

Qin Lang's hatred for the "boring time traveler" who sent him back to this era deepened again. He drove his car through the Nevada desert for an hour, then trekked another five kilometers (although he never read an alternate novel, at least he remembers to park his truck in a hidden spot outside town), and ended up with a futuristic casino that could only be described as "desolate" by any way......

"What the hell! If this damn town wasn't Las Vegas, I might feel a little better......" He cursed under his breath, and slowly walked towards the bar amid the curious gazes of the townspeople.

Four hundred yards is not a long distance, and Qin Lang will soon be standing at the door of the bar.

"Can I really find a trustworthy and agile helper here?" At this moment, he felt a little hesitant, and the "O'Connor and his friends" mentioned by the drunkard just now gave him a very bad feeling, but there was no choice.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door to the bar.

When he entered the bar, Qin Lang's eyes narrowed. It was much darker inside than he liked. Maybe the patrons of the place aren't used to the brightness of the day, or don't want to be seen clearly. But he soon realized that this dimly lit interior was actually a clever design: a bright entrance allowed everyone inside to see every newcomer - before the newcomer could see them.

So he had just taken two steps inside when a big burly man was already in front of him.

"Get out."

"What?" Qin Lang pretended to be confused, and at the same time secretly guessed whether this guy was the "O'Connor".

But his reaction made the big man angry. "Yellow boy, get out of here immediately."

"Why? Sir, I don't want to mess around, I just want to have a drink here. Qin Lang continued to pretend to be stupid, "I've been walking in the desert for a long time, and I'm very thirsty now. ”

So the anger of the big man increased. He roared, "Listen, Yellow Boy, either you get out of here yourself, or I'll beat you up and throw you out like a sandbag, now you choose." ”

"None of that sounds like a good idea." Qin Lang said seriously, "I have a better choice, let me have a drink here, and then I will immediately disappear from your eyes, and never appear here again-what do you think, man?" ”

The big man didn't answer, because a pair of hands pulled him away. "I think it's an even worse idea."

Qin Lang looked at the person who spoke, a guy with a typical cowboy outfit in a Western, but inexplicably wearing a pair of elegant round glasses. He wasn't tall, maybe a little shorter than Qin Lang, and he wasn't strong, and overall he was more like a middle school teacher than a cowboy.

But his eyes were bright. Therefore, Qin Lang felt that he might be the person he was looking for. "Mr. O'Connor?"

"You know me?"

"I was told just now that you and your friends don't like people like me very much."

"What else did he say?"

"He warned me that it was better not to come here."

"He's right, boy, you really shouldn't be here." O'Connor smiled pleasantly, "But why didn't you heed his warning?" ”

"Oh," Qin Lang shrugged. "I just want to have a drink, and it doesn't seem like it's going to get in trouble."

"Of course, you won't get into trouble for a drink, but your presence here is already a problem, yellow boy." O'Connor took a step closer to him, "Now, I advise you one last time, get out of here at once, and get as far away as you can, or you'll get out of here covered in holes." ”

"I don't think you're going to do that."

"Won't I?" As if hearing a very funny joke, O'Connor burst out laughing, and he turned to the few customers who were also dressed as cowboys sitting in the bar, "Guys, did you hear this yellow boy?" ”

The guys burst out laughing. "Sean, you should teach this yellow boy a profound lesson." Someone shouted. "Just like last time."

"Yes, just like last time, send this kid to God."

"Sean, what are you waiting for?"

"Look," O'Connor turned his gaze back to Qin Lang, "Huang boy, are you still holding on to what you just said?" ”

"In fact, I am more convinced than I was before that you would not send me to God."

"That's a pity......" Sean. O'Connor began to pull out his revolver, but Qin Lang was one step faster than him—almost instantly, he had already pressed the muzzle of a Colt pistol against O'Connor's jaw. "Now I'm absolutely sure you wouldn't do that, Mr. O'Connor." "Because before that, your head was already blooming." ”