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In fact, this place is sparsely populated and remote, so it shouldn't be a good place to do business. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but this bar is unexpectedly hot.

There seems to be a narrow side door on the side of the bar, which seems to be a fireproof passage, but the people in this bar don't seem to have thought about the risk of being burned to death.

This small door has also been changed into a suspected VIP passage. People who resemble gang leaders, high-ranking thugs, and bigwigs go in and out of this small door......

It's like two loose-leaf doors that imitate the style of the American West, but the bridge joint hasn't been oiled for a long time, and it squeaks when you push it.

As you open the door of this bar and lift the thick soundproof curtains, the deafening rock music inside seems to have been opened to a maximum of 130 decibels (you must know that the sound pressure level of 120db is what it feels like to stand under the engine of a fighter jet).

Wild, bold, fanatical, crazy...... The strong vibration caused by it makes the floor feel as if it has experienced a small earthquake, and it makes a faint noise. This immediately made Qi Siyuan have to lower his auditory acumen by several notches.

In the dim light, the flashing neon lights were urgent, and the pillars of light of various colors were dazzling. The bartenders at the bar gently sway their bodies and skillfully blend colorful cocktails that appeal to the hungry crowd of spirits and bodies.

The pungent smell of alcohol, sweat, tobacco, dust, and body fluids made him a little unbearable for a while.

Such a garbage environment that seems to be immersed in gas pollution, noise pollution, visual pollution, and spiritual pollution is, theoretically, a normal person's nightmare! …… However, the chaotic, dark, and frantic atmosphere makes it the most popular place to be.

Qi Siyuan has to say that human beings are very adaptable creatures. After half a minute of adaptation, he walked casually in this sinful and depraved place.

All you can see is men and women writhing their waists and hips frantically on the dance floor. Dressed coldly, but in fact sullen women giggle and play in the men's pile, teasing those men who can't control themselves with frivolous language. There are also all kinds of macho men and women who only wear one piece of clothing on their bodies, or no clothes, who are recklessly venting their dissatisfaction with the repressive rules of society......

If only that's all~!

Due to the extraordinary vision, in some shadowy places that ordinary people can't see, Qi Siyuan can even see some men and women constantly touching and rubbing each other's bodies, and even some people are so passionate that they take off their clothes directly. This made him almost have a needle's eye, and for the first time he felt that his vision was too good and it was also a disadvantage.

"Liu Zhen, look at what I saw?

Prostitutes, thieves, gamblers, drug addicts, murderers, gangsters, homosexuals, low-level professionals, filthy blood-sucking creatures...... In my impression, all the mice hidden in the dark can be found here. That's one of the places you call pro trading! ”

Qi Siyuan turned sideways and flashed the upside-down footsteps of a yellow-haired skinny hemp rod that might have been overturned by ecstasy, and whispered to the necromancer who had been following him all along, wrapped in a black cloak.

Although his voice was low, under the guidance of his powerful spiritual power, the shadow that followed him step by step could hear his question in this noisy environment.

"My lord, maybe a person of your status doesn't look down on the little people here at all. But rats have rats, and I'm sure there's the information you're looking for. Liu Zhen whispered in Qi Siyuan's ear respectfully.

"Hmm~, that's good. Well, it's up to you to lead the way! ”

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Maybe it's because as a necromancer, he really likes this kind of dark corner, Liu Zhen seems to be really more accustomed to this noisy environment than Qi Siyuan.

He skilfully walked to the bar, and naturally threw out a five-dollar sheet, and exclaimed in a hoarse voice in an impatient tone:

"Hi, Jack, bring me two damn beers."

The flowing bar took the money expressionlessly, slid two large glasses of beer with white foam, and replied coldly: "I'm Martin, pay attention next time." ”

Liu Zhen laughed dryly and said indifferently: "Is it~, it seems that Jack's little bastard has also disappeared." The speed of substitutions here is really frequent~! I didn't see you the last time you boss asked me for help......"

The bartender still replied coldly: "The boss of this bar was hacked to death last month, and now it's all from our Raven Gang." ”

……

Not to mention, with the use of Liu Zhen's words, Martin, the bartender who didn't have much gang experience at a glance, was really taken out a lot of information by Liu Zhen.

However, hearing the conversation between the two, Qi Siyuan, who picked up his glass of beer, couldn't help but cover his face with his wine glass, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

He knew that Liu Zhen had been messing around in Los Angeles before. It's definitely the first time in my life to come to New York, and I'm so able to break it~! Did it be practiced in Camp Rog's Oak Bar?!

However, Qi Siyuan's curiosity only rose for a moment, and he lost attention to their vulgar and unnutritious conversation. Let Yoo Jin play freely......

He took a sip of his beer and began to look around.

There is a miasma of smoke here, most of the people near the bar are tied into five or six piles, most of them are playing poker and gambling, two hostesses wearing rabbit ears and cat ears wear flowers and butterflies to shuttle among them, in addition to receiving wine bottles and handing over wine, but also from time to time with a deep ** to carry the tip stuffed, busy but happy.

But Qi Siyuan's keen spiritual sense easily found an Asian young man who was out of step with this place from among these gamblers.

This young man was not so much a gambler as an opportunist with lowly and transcendent powers.

Qi Siyuan could feel that a slight psychic power that even ordinary warrior-level mages could barely perceive, was always circulating between the pokers on their tables, constantly probing the size of the opponent's cards.

"Is it a gifted person like psychic perception? Or a soul mutant with a powerful sixth sense? Qi Siyuan's eyes flickered, and he thoughtfully put down his wine glass and carefully paid attention to the young man's every move.

He could see that this person's mental perception was really bad, and he could only do it from time to time.

But every time he was in the spirit, he would put a big bet. His first bet was only five dollars, but soon, five dollars became ten dollars, and ten dollars became twenty dollars...... Twenty minutes later, although he won and lost, on the whole, he lost more and won less, but his gambling money increased more than fifty times unconsciously. This made these gamblers blush a little and their necks thickened.

"Huh~? At this time, don't you stop! Is it a daring artist, or is he a stupid boy who has just discovered that he is deliberate? Qi Siyuan's attention on this young man suddenly increased a little.

Sure enough, just when his gambling money increased to four figures, the faces of several gamblers around him changed suddenly. Not only did they secretly exchange incomprehensible glances, but even the eyes that looked at the young man became frequent and fierce.

Especially his left and right, they unconsciously leaned on two big black tattooed men with thick arms. The two cold-glittering switchblades flew and skewed in their hands, and the threat was self-evident.

However, the young man did not seem to feel the two people with bad intentions, and still unhurriedly emptied the stack of banknotes in front of the dealer opposite.

On the opposite side, the dealer with a sharp-beaked monkey cheek and a bad face finally picked up the tattooed arm on his right arm, and said with a cruel smile: "You kid rushed in front of me." It's so tired! ”

Hula~~, flipping the table without warning. Then five or six gamblers beckoned to the young man with various beer bottles, iron rods, daggers, and fists and kicks. Ping Pong~, Knock Knock Rub~~, for a while, this corner of the bar was simply a mess.

Those who fight, those who are beaten, those who watch the excitement, those who fan the flames, those who watch from the sidelines...... Blocked the surrounding city with a solid human wall. Even if the people fighting inside want to get out, they must first be able to squeeze through this exaggerated human flesh barrier.

Occasionally, one or two gamblers could be pushed against the wall by the young man, and they would be kicked back by the crowd of onlookers. Anyway, there are so many people here, who knows which grandson did it? …… As long as they don't use their guns, the security guards in charge of the bar don't care about it.

However, this young man's combat effectiveness and willfulness seem to be far beyond the imagination of onlookers.

Qi Siyuan alone saw with his own eyes that he had a beer bottle on his head, dozens of sticks on his back, and a dagger in his shoulder...... But he can still maintain his physical strength and combat effectiveness, which is not a simple sentence that can be described as strong and durable.

Could it be the "attribute panel" of the professional~?! Health rule protection, as long as there is more than 5% of the HP, you can fight bloodily without retreating?

Qi Siyuan's heart moved, and he dropped the power of the system to detect the specific identity of this person......

The crowd around them also made a handicap after seeing that this young Asian was so capable of playing, and began to bet on these two groups. All kinds of cheers like watching cockfights are endless......

In the end, this young man really lived up to expectations, risking several injuries on his body, and knocked out this group of unsophisticated gamblers with beer bottles. And with the sharp beer bottle in his hand, and his bloody face, he looked at the onlookers around him fiercely, forcing them to give way to a passage.

But Qi Siyuan keenly noticed that when this young man left, his expression was a little dazed, as if he himself was also taken aback by his own combat strength. However, he did not show it in front of the crowd. He snorted contemptuously at the moaning opponents behind him, straightened his collar, and plunged into the men's bathroom.

At the same time, Qi Siyuan put down the wine glass in his hand expressionlessly, whispered softly to Liu Zhen beside him, and immediately followed......

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In the deserted men's bathroom, except for the occasional drunk man with red cheeks and drunken people who came to release water, there was only one person left.

He took a bottle of brandy from his bosom and was looking in the mirror, disinfecting himself, rinsing and bandaging the wound on his shoulder. At this time, he was a little surprised to find that the knife wound on his shoulder before was far from as deep as he imagined, and even the bone had not been scratched, and there were even signs of healing.

"What's going on?"

Immediately, Fang Yan was stunned in front of the mirror for a moment. Only then did he shake his hands with a happy face: "Is this the power of the contractor~!" ”

"No, it's just the power of the Stats Panel!"

An abrupt voice suddenly sounded from behind the dialect. Startled, he reflexively picked up the brandy bottle in his hand and smashed it into the source of the sound behind him. But when he saw the person behind him, he suddenly found that his hand was empty, and the wine bottle appeared in the other person's hand.

The black leather trench coat, the serene look that was completely out of place in the bar environment, and the bottle that was turned as a frisbee in his hand...... Fang Yan looked at the other party as if he hadn't moved at all, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Who are you?"

"That's exactly what I'm asking you!

Boy, who are you? …… Stowaways of the world? Strange traverser? Or are they the rat-like thieves of civilization who are in the legends of you? ”

While Qi Siyuan was asking, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

After communicating with Udisianen for more than two months, Qi Siyuan's experience and knowledge at the plane and cosmic level is no longer a novice. For people who are not in his own world, how can he easily let his guard down?

In fact, now that he has called up the strongest defense level of the system and the template of the "Tagao" god in front of him, once the opponent really has the power to threaten him, he will not hesitate to wipe out the opponent with the power of thunder.

Crash~~! When Fang Yan heard the other party's words, his heart seemed to be hammered, and he was startled. He stepped back and knocked some of the bottles and cans on the sink to the ground.

As if he had thought of something, his pupils suddenly lost focus again for a split second in 0.1 seconds. …… A detection force suspected to be a warrior-level spell level suddenly acted on Qi Siyuan's body, making him frown again.

And the dialect on the other side was immediately shocked at this time: "It's all question marks~?!" …… No way! What level of NPC are you? How could a novice difficulty encounter a local powerhouse of this level? Is the arrangement of the contract space an unspoken rule? ”

"Contract space? …… Infinite Horror ...... Hey~, it turned out to be a lowly-level thief of civilization. This is rare among the planes! ”

After Qi Siyuan heard Fang Yan's words, his frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and even his guard was half relaxed.

But Fang Yan screamed in despair like a dead mother in an instant: "I leaked secrets? Deduct 10,000 universal points? Damn~, didn't you say that the space was automatically blocked? How can you blame me? The completion of the novice task is only 1000 universal points, why don't you just wipe me out. (To be continued.) )