Mu Yan walked forward calmly, not squinting.

The garbage in the passage with less than five combat strength made him unable to raise the slightest desire to fight, even if he only remained on the bridge, he could still beat this group of people.

But he didn't underestimate these people because of that.

In his perception range, at least more than fifty percent of these gangsters have a pistol stuck behind their waists!

This means that once the two sides start to fight, he and Cheng Haiping will have to face at least twenty pistol attacks!

Twenty pistols!

If Mu Yan only uses defensive magic and doesn't fight back, he can only hold out for a few minutes!

Of course, given the width of the passage and the fear of accidental injury to these thugs during the war, there may only be ten pistols to face.

But even that would be enough for them to eat a pot.

Of course, this does not mean that these people should be wary.

Garbage is always garbage!

With these guys' completely amateur and negligent shooting speed, once they really fight, to put it mildly-as long as it is within Mu Yan's perception range, if they can pull out the gun alive, Mu Yan will lose!

Fortunately, it was probably Mu Yan's calm and unhurried momentum that made these guys have a little scruples in their hearts, and there were no blind gangsters who took the initiative to provoke along the way, but even so, when Mu Yan and Cheng Haiping walked to the end of the passage, they were followed by a long string of tails.

An iron door was horizontal at the end of the passage, there was no sign on it, and two strong men about one meter nine, full of muscles and arms as thick as Mu Yan's thighs, stood in front of the iron gate, blocking the way of the two.

Cheng Haiping looked back, and the retreat behind them was also blocked by the group of thugs who followed.

A hint of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

It wasn't that he was terrified of the scene, but that his summons weren't suited to fighting in such a tight spot, and once the melee was up he had to rely on Thun and his meagre hand-to-hand combat skills.

Of course, he believed in this man named Thun!

As he got to know this man along the way, the fear in his heart deepened along with his acquaintance!

- He can't see through this man at all!

Whether it's wisdom or the incredible magical abilities that the other party controls!

Of course, he believed that this little scene would definitely not be an obstacle for this man.

The only thing that is not lacking is whether his follower will be pushed out to block the gun......

But until the end, the scuffle he imagined didn't happen.

In the midst of the joking whistles and strange laughter behind him, Mu Yan at the front only glanced up at the two guards slightly, and then the two guards respectfully got out of the way, pushed open the door, and invited the two in.

The gloating expressions of the group of thugs froze on their faces.

- The script is wrong! According to the usual process, the two of them should be beaten by the doorman first, then ransacked by them, intimidated, and finally thrown out of this place with only a pair of underwear!

They may be rescued by well-wishers on the side of the road, or they may be dead on the streets, but they shouldn't have passed through this door and entered the bar!

However, for these low-level gangsters, thinking is not an easy job, and soon they gave up pursuing the identity of the two, and scattered back into the passage one by one.

In their opinion, instead of having the time to guess the identities of the two strangers, it would be better to take a break on the cold ground and get ready for another party after the bar has been cleaned up.

......

On the other side, inside the Volcanic Ash Bar.

This is a small hall on the second floor of the Volcanic Ash Bar.

The muffled sound of the saxophone echoed through the small hall from the old stereo, dimly lit.

A man dressed in the same uniform as the two doormen outside the door was talking respectfully at the bar, his voice muffled by the sound of music, like a pantomime in the dim light.

After a while, the figure behind the bar nodded, handed out a bottle of wine, and the man excitedly stretched out his hand to take it, bowed respectfully again, and then hurried into the wooden door behind the bar.

Squeak –

The wooden door was slammed open in a large arc, revealing a spiral upward staircase.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside.

The figure in the bartender uniform behind the bar frowned slightly, and slightly turned up the volume of the speaker, as if to let the heavy music wash away the noise.

He looked to be in his forties, and his hair was still brilliantly blonde, but the years had begun to leave marks on his face, but it did not make him look old, but rather gave him a charm of precipitated years.

His name was Fika, and he was a well-known thug until his knee was smashed into a puddle of unknown words with a hammer by the boss of a rival gang......

Luckily, the gang made good on their promise and gave him a chance to survive the rest of his life.

So he came to this bar, and with the skills he learned before becoming a gangster, he began his legendary career as the number one bartender in the Volcanic Ash Bar.

In his opinion, no matter what line of work, there is actually no difference between being a gangster.

The more you can fight, the more famous you will be among the gangsters, and the more favored you will be by the people above.

In the same way, the better your wine is blended, the higher your status will be in this special place!

Of course, there is a degree to all this, and on the night of his broken knee, he also learned another truth - if you are too good at fighting, there is a good chance that you will break your leg......

As a result, he became more and more reticent as he worked to improve his bartending skills.

Sometimes they don't even say a word for a day.

Everyone thought that he had become like this after being hit, so they gave him the nickname "Silent Fika".

He stayed in this bar for twenty years, and was silent for twenty years, and eight years ago, he took over the last bartender who disappeared for unknown reasons, and came to the second floor, becoming one of the most special bartenders in the Volcanic Ash Bar.

He now only mixes drinks for the bosses, who have a lot of trust in him.

Because his name is Fika the Silent and he knows when to be silent!

But he is not a dumb person after all, and no one knows how many secrets will be left in the underworld of the entire dockland area when the silent Fika is no longer silent!

For example, now......

Bang!

At the same time as the sound of the wooden door behind the bar hitting the door frame, it was the sound of the tightly locked door in front of the bar being kicked open!

Fika reacted in an instant!

He let go of the wine glass and towel in his hand, and quickly stooped down, his fingertips already touching the cold body of the powerful shotgun beneath the table.

Twenty years of bartending didn't make him sluggish.

But before he could pick up the gun, he felt something hit him!

He flew backwards, his mind stagnant...... Read the latest chapter of "Infinite Crazy Amusement Park Claw Book House" for free for the first time.