Towards the market, a drunken dream bar.

It is known as the son of the whole province who has received it, and on the day of its opening, it was even more powerful and starry. Naturally, the price is by no means the price of ordinary people's consumption.

And only members who have handled drunken dreams can enter here, as for this member...... Naturally, it is not something that can be done with money alone.

Overall, it's a bar that takes the high-end route in the eyes of outsiders. Although most of them can see it clearly, because it has long been ingrained, those rich people still sharpen their heads and want to be a part of it.

The drunken dream bar also has natural financial resources, and has chartered a piece of land the size of a football field in the downtown area. A private park has been built above ground, and a bar the size of a football field is underground.

Bethune wore a thin undershirt and held a long strip of old newspaper in his left hand. In the strange eyes of the surrounding luxury car owners, he slowly walked towards the gate.

"Sir, please show me your membership card."

The man in the suit, who was a head taller than Bethune, greeted him with a kind smile, and even bowed slightly in order to take care of Bethune's height.

"I'm looking for Wang Qiang." Bethune was succinct and to the point.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Bethune." Bethune looked into the eyes of the man in the suit and continued, "I'm sure he will know about me." ”

Bethune is indeed very famous now, if it is said that before Everest, he was only famous among the foreign troops who had experienced the war, and among some people.

Then when the Li family issued a reward order, Bethune was already known to everyone in the entire Twelve Palaces.

"Okay, please wait."

The man in the suit hesitated for a moment, and looked down at the long strip of old newspaper wrapped in Bethune's hand. I immediately walked to the side and made a phone call.

After waiting for a while, the man in the suit walked back with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Bai, please come here."

The man in the suit made a gesture of please, and then led the way in front.

And this whole process is even more puzzled in the eyes of those luxury car owners on the side. It is said that the dog in the prince's mansion is bigger than the county official, and it is not wrong to be drunk and dream of death in the bar.

These security guards usually don't get in the oil and salt, and they can all fight. Many of the originally arrogant second-generation people have suffered here, and over time, no one dares to throw a face at these security guards.

As for those who hurriedly greeted them from afar, they hadn't seen them before. It's just like that young ghost who looks like a stall all over the place, dressed in shabby.

I can't find any special temperament.

Bethune's eyes looked around, trying to keep in mind the surrounding landscape. The security guard in front of him walked smoothly and very regularly, presumably a practitioner.

But it's probably useless in front of Bethune. Even one more layer of identities as a god disciple will not help.

Entering along the bar door, the noise and dim lights suddenly filled Bethuan's five senses. Crazy men and women swayed, as if they wanted to vent all the grievances in their hearts.

Bethune was a little irritable, and after returning from Everest, he became more and more disgusted with such places.

In the flow of people, there are also some guys with calm eyes and even cold eyes. Or the security guard of the bar, or the bodyguard of some rich young master.

As Bethu's understanding of the world continued, the more Bethulian understood the clear class behind this world that had never disappeared.

has been shuttling through the restless flow of people, Bethuan came to a private room of dozens of square meters. In the dim light, the sound of mist came from inside.

The confused figures, the smoke filling, make everything in front of you feel like a dream. To be honest, Bethune hated it even more.

"You're Bethune?"

The man who opened his mouth sat in the very middle position, his coat open. Revealing a muscular body crisscrossed with scars inside. And on the body, several pairs of delicate hands kept stroking.

"Are you Wang Qiang?"

Bethune ignored the fierce eyes around him. Or maybe he's the beast that enters the flock.

A group of dogs fighting the second generation? To be honest, this room added up to a four-winged god servant in Bethuan's opinion.

Wang Qiang is the owner of this bar, but according to the description. This guy in front of me doesn't seem to look like it.

"Lost dog, you deserve to talk to me like that?" The man sneered, and the noise in the room fell silent for an instant. A group of people stood up and looked around Bai Qiu'an with a sneer.

Bethune didn't speak, his left hand was raised like lightning, only to hear a crisp sound in the room, and the next second the old newspaper was stuffed directly into the man's open mouth.

With a twist, the old newspaper was shredded in the man's mouth.

Pulling it out again, Bethune had already grasped the handle of the knife and pulled out the skeleton knife.

It's a very interesting place, where there are traitors from the Twelve Temples, fallen gods, and ambitious magnates.

Fists are always the best and fastest way to communicate here. And strength is the power bargaining chip in Wang Qiang's eyes.

"What about Wang Qiang?"

Bethune glanced at the man's twisted arm that had been beaten, and wondered a little in his heart that his strength didn't seem to be so great. But if this guy isn't honest, he doesn't mind being a little more ruthless.

A group of people didn't speak, and a bunch of bodyguards poured out of the side room to surround Bai Qiuan in the center.

"Bastard ......"

The man looked at Bethune through the crowd with a hideous face, as if he wanted to kill him.

"If you look at me like that again, I don't mind putting your eyes in front of you to feel it." Bethune remained calm.

Although Yu Dinghai devalued himself worthless before leaving, it was only among the many princes. And Bethune, whether it is in the elite squad of the Twelve Halls or among the younger generation, is an extremely strong existence.

Although the prince of the Youji Palace was given too early in the eyes of many people, Bai Qiu'an's strength and potential still allowed him to steadily block some turmoil that did not even reach Bai Qiu'an's ears.

As for the ruthlessness shown by Bethune at the moment......

He seems to have always been, both to his enemies and to himself.

Call......

exhaled a little, and before Bai Qiu'an could take out the knife, a figure sounded in the dead room.

"The White Prince King's subordinates are merciful."

The crowd dispersed, and it seemed that the man who had just returned from a vacation at the beach pushed the door and walked in.

"Wang had something to deal with over there, so he left in a hurry and didn't have time to explain. I hope that the White Prince will understand. ”

The man in the floral shirt and beach pants walked up to Bethune with a smile.

The irony between the words was moving Bai Qiu'an, but Wang Qiang was not that guy. So Bethune could only pretend not to understand.