From afar, all you can see are crops and plains.

On the track, Chen Zhan was alone.

The lights of the city are distant and unfamiliar.

No way, you should get a taxi if you walk on the road.

He didn't refuse Yu Xiaoyu wholeheartedly, Yu Xiaoyu was very good and rich, but they had only known each other for 3 days and met 2 times, and he hoped that the two sides would not be so hasty.

The headlights came on behind him.

There was a sound of brakes, and Yu Xiaoyu parked the car beside Chen Zhan again.

She lowered the window and poked her head out, holding back her tears, her eyes bent into two crescents, and she still squeezed out a smile.

Yu Xiaoyu tried to say the same thing as usual in the most relaxed tone.

"Brother, I understand, no matter what, you are my good brother, get in the car, I'll take you back."

Along the way, Yu Xiaoyu said little and stared intently ahead.

There is still a residual taste of hormones on the lips.

There was still some smell of alcohol wafting from the people next to him.

A strange thought came to mind.

I kissed him myself.

Does it count as drunk driving?

The person who was tempted for the first time turned out to be an old-fashioned Taoist priest.

Love is really confusing.

The headlights were like two white lines that stretched infinitely in the night, and they drove into the city at a very fast speed.

……

The two are back on the entertainment street again.

In front of the Hykos Bar, there was a crowd, and customers kept running out of the Haykos Bar, looking very panicked.

"What's wrong?" Chen Zhan caught a guest who ran out and asked.

"There's going to be a fight inside." The guest panicked.

Chen Zhan hurriedly rushed into the bar.

The scene is surprising.

In the hall, the two groups of people stood opposite each other, and they were distinct.

There were about 10 people on each side, almost all of them were hooked noses and white skin, and they were clearly two groups of foreigners.

One person was shirtless, and the other was wearing a vest.

With bare hands, the smell of gunpowder is very strong.

It was actually two groups of foreigners who were ready to fight, and they chose here.

At the edge of them, several security guards were lying on the ground wrigged.

The scene was so chaotic, and in the depths of the bar, there were still many drinkers near the bar.

Some stood, some sitting, and some gracefully held glasses, sipping wine calmly, watching the two groups of foreigners fight from a distance.

For these people who come to have fun, as long as they are brave, they dare to see any excitement.

And you have to occupy a private seat to see, so that you can have face.

Heikos is a large area, roughly in the form of a narrow rectangle, with 20 people fighting in the middle, and if they don't throw things or run around, they won't be affected.

Luo Xinyi hid aside, from her point of view, she didn't expect that the people who came to fight here today turned out to be two gangsters.

The two groups first worked together and subdued the security guards in no more than two minutes.

Luo Xinyi didn't call anyone again, and directly called the police, who said that he would come over soon.

Among them was a strong native, standing in the middle of the two groups, with a distinctive hairstyle, shaved on both sides and a pigtail in the middle.

With an evil smile on his face, he shouted loudly in a foreign language.

Chen Zhan couldn't understand it at all, but Luo Xinyi could hear some, although it wasn't in a language she was familiar with.

The man shouted, "There are still 7 minutes left for you, so please fight to your heart's content."

Nicknamed Evil Star, Little Pigtail was abducted abroad to train killing skills since he was a child, and he fought many vicious battles at a young age, and was known for his ferocity.

As an adult, he returned to Los Angeles from a foreign country by chance, joined an underground force, and is now a well-known local gang middleman in Los Angeles.

Rely on the so-called force and credibility of the underground world to mediate some shady things between gangs.

To put it bluntly, the job of the intermediary is to help the underground gangs engage in team building, find other gangs to reason, and fight for some so-called face.

Because the professional life is short, it is easy to be caught and killed, and the fee standard is not low.

There is something special about the mediation he has chosen today.

In this bar, which is rumored to be a "mecca for fighting", a fight is arranged for two groups of foreigners who have a deep grudge.

He was in charge of organizing and putting the finishing touches on it, and set a few rules that the two groups were to follow.

First, the principle of quantity reciprocity: 10 to 10 for both sides.

Second, it is easy to distinguish, one side is bare-chested, and the other side wears a vest.

Third, the bare-handed principle and fight for the honor of the gang.

Fourth, the principle of humanity does not allow the pursuit of those who have lost the ability to resist and quit.

Fifth, neutral terrain, the bar is not the territory of both sides, and it is not allowed to prepare in advance.

Sixth, in the event of an accident, injury or death, you will bear the consequences.

Last but not least, there is full supervision by an intermediary, severe sanctions are imposed on violators, and there is accountability for emergencies.

It seems to be fair and just, but it is actually just a pretext for illegal brawls to satisfy the "justice" in the hearts of these people.

In addition, choosing this kind of shady thing in public is not a death.

However, the two groups of foreigners were convinced that some of them had seen the strength of the middleman and thought that with the presence of the middleman to protect them, they could go wild to their heart's content.

Hearing the time crunch of the intermediary, a group of shirtless foreigners spoke first, holding their arms up like horns, shouting the slogans they had cheered up before the fight.

Woo woo wow la, woo wow la.

Chen Zhan listened to it with great confusion, and felt inexplicably familiar with what they said.

"What are they shouting?"

It stands to reason that he couldn't understand the language of these high-nosed foreigners.

But it's obviously a foreign language, how can it be pronounced so much like Chinese.

Just listen to a group of people shouting:

"Eat my sword, the first sword in China."

Hearing such the language of the second grade, Chen Zhan was surprised.

Obviously bare-handed, why do you still eat me one by one, is it to come here to compete with the sword?

If each of them had slashed each other with a sword, it would have been more than just a fight tonight, and if there was a fatality, Luo's favorite bar would have to be closed.

But after thinking about it, I think it's unlikely, how can a few foreigners compete for the first sword in China?

I heard them shout again:

"The White Emperor Holy Sword, the Imperial Sword follows me, the White Emperor Holy Sword, the Imperial Sword follows me."

Chen Zhan was speechless again.

It's like a real thing, there are doors, factions, and moves, and the White Emperor Holy Sword has come out.

Could it really be a foreign disciple sent by Shushan to fight swords?

Is it swordsmanship?

They are bare-handed, but they are shouting sword competitions, or have they cultivated to the point where they are united with swords and have no sword in their hands?

After a closer look, these two groups of people were stunned, with dead muscles, and they did not have the agility of a sword practitioner at all.

But even so, since you dare to say it, you have to guard against it.

Chen Zhan is like a great enemy.

At this time, a prompt came from the system in my head.

"Host, you have found the empty ear, the White Emperor Holy Sword."

"Empty ears?"

Chen Zhan has some understanding of the word "empty ear", which is probably explained as a set of lyrics or language that does not match the original meaning at all according to the lyrics or the pronunciation of a foreign language.

He seemed to have listened to the words of the two groups of people scolding each other before the fight into the content of a sword competition.

So ask the system:

"Uh, system, I seem to be empty-eared, do you know what they're talking about?"

"Answer the host, they are shouting slogans before the fight of their people, all famous sayings and proverbs."

"Eat my sword, the first sword in China, translated as: I am for everyone, everyone is for me."

"The White Emperor's Sacred Sword translates as: strength and honor, and the Edgeworth follows me, translated: victory or death."

It sounds like this, the slogans shouted by these foreigners are still in the middle two.

Using these famous sayings to fight, the essence is similar to empty ears, which not only distorts the original meaning of the famous sayings, but also uses them in a wrong place.

Just as he was thinking, a ghost flashed from the depths of the bar.

The red-nosed ghost looked around, spun around, and stopped near the bar.

Through the two groups of people shouting slogans, they looked at Chen Zhan.