Although shantytowns can be considered slums, not all of them are poor, and there are even some people with good status lurking in some corner.

Superman's Bar is the most upscale bar in the entire area, the whole bar is as tall as three floors, and the rows of houses are lined up, all of which belong to the bar.

There is nothing unique about the outside of the bar, but if you walk inside, you will feel like entering another world, with magnificent decorations, various high-end decorations, good-looking staff, and so on.

As for why there is such a thing as a high-end bar in a shantytown, the reason is relatively easy to understand, this kind of place is more secure.

Due to the dense construction and large population of this shantytown, all kinds of public servants do not pay much attention to it, and it is only fitting that some kind of business that violates the law is carried out.

At night, a number of vehicles start to appear in front of the bar, these vehicles are of different brands, and the only thing they have in common is that they are very expensive.

Kodak came to the door of this bar with a serious face, dressed in a formal suit found from a corner.

At the door stood two big men with a height of nearly two meters, carefully and responsibly examining the guests, the big man's waist bulged high, obviously hiding the guy, a pair of beast-like eyes, bringing a great sense of oppression to the ordinary people who occasionally sneaked nearby, driving those who happened to come here to leave quickly.

Kodak's face was indifferent, completely ignoring the oppressive gaze of the two big men, and strode towards the bar.

The two big men at the door did not stop Kodak from entering, their profession was only to prevent some 'ordinary people' from entering.

And Kodak, who has a serious face and formal clothes, and doesn't look like a moneyless goods, is obviously not within the scope of the block.

The first thing you see when you walk through the gate is not what you expected, but four security gates side by side, each with two big men on either side of the gatekeeper outside.

Kodak placed the small pot that turned into a toy on the conveyor belt and stepped into the security gate.

The big men on both sides took two scanners in time to scan Kodak back and forth, and when the machine did not respond, the two big men put on an inviting posture and guided Kodak inside.

Kodak took the cauldron from the conveyor belt and moved on.

After a few steps, a beautiful woman with a hot body and a convex and backward figure walked over with a smile, and when she passed by Kodak, she fell towards Kodak with a 'careless' high heel.

Kodak reached out and helped the beautiful woman who almost fell to her feet, and the sexy beauty spoke with a charming smile.

"Thank you very much, handsome sir."

The jade lips exhaled like an orchid, stirring Kodak's heart.

And the beauty's small hands seem to be intentionally or unintentionally groping along Kodak's body from top to bottom.

Kodak smiled, didn't take the little hand of the rational beauty, and didn't say anything, just helped the beauty up and turned to leave.

The door, the security gate, and the sexy beauties are the triple defense of the bar, sweeping away all possible and potential dangers.

If you don't know a little about this bar in advance, I'm afraid Kodak won't be able to get in.

As for why a guy who is poor and can't even pay the rent knows about this kind of place, it's because it is possible for the poor to have shit luck and make a rich friend.

Pushing open a door again, the real scene of the bar began to imprint into Kodak's eyes.

The colorful lights are shining non-stop, and countless people who have been suppressed by work for a day are frantically catharsis with the energetic music.

On the stage, there are sexy beauties scratching their heads and posing, wantonly hooking up with the guests around who are not bad for money.

On the couch at the edge, pairs of men and women are intimately glued together, whispering.

Kodak found a relatively quiet corner to sit and began to look around.

The people in this bar are some people who are not very bad at money, and the lowest end is also the white-collar class of the company, and even some characters who occasionally appear on TV can also see the shadow in this bar.

Kodak's purpose is not for these guys who are addicted to drunken money.

You know, having fun is not just for ordinary people, and some guys who live on the tip of a knife and survive in the dark also like this kind of place.

Kodak's real goal is the characters who struggle to survive in the underworld.

This kind of people, day and day, pin their lives to the waistband of their pants every day, their income is not a lot, and because of the characteristics of the work, they generally spend as much as they want, and many like to carry a large amount of cash directly on their bodies, and at the same time spend their dollars wantonly, they enjoy the envy of the people around them.

For this kind of guy who is on the verge of death, even if he dies, not many people will pay attention. Besides, their hands are generally covered in blood, and Kodak has no pressure to rob himself of such poverty.

Kodak's gaze finally fell on the edge of the stage where the dancers were scratching their heads, where there was a man with a meaty face and a gold chain around his neck, throwing a lot of dollars out.

"The face is vicious, several hideous scars can be faintly seen through the clothes on his chest, and there are a lot of calluses on his hands, as if they were left by playing with a gun, this guy is it."

This man with a full face of flesh, every time he squandered dollars, he would take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the dancer, and the dancer who was taken advantage of by him was not only angry, but laughed happily with the man.

Kodak's eyes twitched, and he noticed a glass of wine not far from the fat man, and his eyes rolled, and an idea came to his mind.

The red wolf pan appeared on his right hand, and in his left hand he felt a polished wooden chess piece.

With a flick of his fingers, the wooden chess pieces were thrown ten centimeters high, and with a slight wave of his right hand, the red wolf pan was in the middle of the chess pieces.

Suddenly, the chess piece burst out like a bullet, and happened to hit the wine glass not far from the fat man.

"Smack!"

The wine glass exploded on the spot, and the wine inside scattered in all directions, wetting the fat man not far away.

The fat man, who was happily flirting with the dancing girl, was suddenly surrounded by fine wine, and his tyrannical temper suddenly exploded, and he suddenly stood up, looking around with vicious eyes.

"Fack! Who is it?!! ”

His eyes full of anger and murderous intent looked around the left and right, and finally noticed the shattered wine glass on one side, and the fat man's eyes narrowed to the black man closest to the wine glass.

In his eyes, there was a flash of killing intent!

The black man who looked at the fat man coldly was not a good temper either, and walked up to the fat man and looked down condescendingly at the fat man who was a head shorter than him.

"Dead fat guy, your eyes make me very unhappy!"

The fat man who was drenched in wine and scolded was furious, glanced at the black man coldly, and gritted his teeth.

"Cheap African, have the guts to leave me for a while."