The front of the bar is quite spacious, covered with weeds and low fern vine shrubs. Several men and women with cigarette butts and various tattoos were leaning against the door and chatting, a man vomiting in front of the garbage can in front of the door, and a tall, thin man in leather pants who looked like he had anorexia was watering a fern vine sapling with his 'water gun'.

It's amazing! Fazzani gave a rating in his mind as a tourist attraction.

He walked to the door, which caught the attention of the tattoo bearers, who seemed unconcerned about Fazan's scruffy image of you, just staring at it for a few moments before turning their heads to smoke cigarettes and chatting with each other.

Fazani wondered in his heart, tobacco is a prohibited item even in the Yitong galaxy, which is far away from the Martial Emperor, and its black market price has risen with the ban for many years, and even the relatively generous salary of a volunteer army like Fazani is not very high, and these guys can hold one each.

He shook his head and pushed the door open into the bar.

The inside of the bar was only slightly darker than outside, and the turbid air smelled familiar to Fazzani: spirits, roasted meat, incense, and sweat.

The bar wasn't huge, but it was almost full, and Fazani noticed that many of them were wearing Silver Alliance naval uniforms.

He found Mike sleeping at the bar counter. Petowski, the completely crippled Captain of Wings of Death, is still wearing his blue-gray fighter pilot's suit, which has not been changed in days from the folds and stains. He had an open neckline, his hair was disheveled, and in front of his slumped arm lay a bottomed bottle of The Red Dagger, and Fazzani sat beside him, hearing him whisper as if in his sleep.

Fazzani began to frown, wiping the rain from his face with his hands, and he pinched his chin and squinted at Petowski to consider whether to wake him up.

He looked up to see the only staff member in the bar, a strong man with a yellow beard, wiping his glass with a handkerchief of light, and squinting at Fazzani with his eyelids all the time he sat down.

"How much did he drink?" Fazani asks the bartender.

"How much? Let me think...... It should be a lot, and I have to buy it for him. Yellowbeard looked at the sleeping major with dissatisfaction. If he had allowed it, he would probably have been able to drain the entire Lake Andrea...... Are you his family? He asked.

"Sort of, I'm here for him." Fazani nodded and explained to him.

"Take it away, I've been here for a few days." Yellowbeard seemed a little impatient. "We've called both the First and Fifth Fleets, and they say there isn't such a person, but we haven't heard of a new fleet stationed in Chimoriza Harbor lately, so where the hell are you?" He asked in an unkind tone.

"We? Oh, we're in the 'business with you' fleet, man. Fazzani, who was offended by the other party's tone, immediately fought back unceremoniously.

"Accumulate virtue? What kind of virtue, Old Donny always talks like this, he doesn't like to listen, don't come. Yellowbearded Donnie shrugged his shoulders as he wiped his glass.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." The bartender's bluntness made Fazzani not feel harsh, but on the contrary, it added to the favor. "So dude, is he here all along? Never left? ”

"But no, he slept outside the door when the shop was closed in the morning, and as soon as he opened the door, he came in again, and he couldn't get rid of it, and yesterday he had a fight with little Tony of the Shar Pei Party to grab a bottle of wine, if I hadn't come forward, these lawless boys might have been able to collapse him on the spot." Donnie pointed to Petowitski.

He put the cleaned cup into the cup holder, spread his fingers to turn the beam handkerchief into billions of molecules, he picked up another wine glass, pulled another handkerchief from the generator on the cuff, and continued to wipe it.

"Seeing that you are outsiders, I kindly tell you, these little guys of the Shar Pei are not easy to mess with, the family is either rich or expensive, Angel City is not as good as other cities, you can kill a few celebrities by just dropping a piece, if you are tourists, it is best not to come to a place like ours." Donnie said with a serious face.

"Thank you for that." Fazani nodded to him.

"Of course." Donnie was unceremonious.

"Actually, I kind of recognize you, you're the commander of the rescue operation, right...... The law is miserable...... Fa miserable mud, there has always been your face on the channel TV in the past two days, but to be honest, I am not impressed because I look too ordinary, you see I didn't think about it until now. He turned and grabbed a bottle of Green Dynasty from the wine cabinet behind him, and knocked it in front of Fazzani.

"What I did to you, this bottle of wine is mine." He said generously.

"Wine ...... There is a wine ......" Petowischi, who had been sleeping to death, suddenly woke up at this time, he snatched the wine bottle in front of him under the gaze of the stunned Fazzani, opened the cap and blew a small half in one go, and the frightened Fazzani quickly snatched the wine.

"The mother-in-law who steals people's daughter-in-law and remarries, every family has a few dirty things. Supposedly, a wine seller should like an alcoholic, but if everyone were like your friend, I would close the shop and go to the street to sell frog milk pudding in a serious way. Yellowbearded Donnie shook his head and turned his back. Petowski was hobbling to reach the bottle with his hands, while Fazzani stood up and held it high.

"Boss!" Fazzani, who was helpless by Petowyski, shouted in a hurry.

"Why?"

"Is there any sobering medicine?"

"I'm a bartender, do you think I have?"

"Is there or isn't?"

"Yes, it's still special effects, but each one will cost you 5 kut." Yellowbearded Donnie said expressionlessly.

"Deal!" Fazzani shouted, almost standing in his chair, the bottle in his hand about to be taken away by Petroviski.

"And get the damn bottle out of the way!" He glared at the yellowbearded bartender.