() "Welcome!" A young man in the first grade opened the door of the restaurant, and Aaron nodded and replied with a thank you in Mandarin.

"Why doesn't what you say feel like what they say?" Harty sat in his seat and asked curiously.

"The accent is different, just like London and Cayman Islands!" Aaron beckoned for the waiter to bring the menu.

"A hot trotter, half a elbow, I want a beer, give her a glass of warm milk!"

"But I also want to drink beer!"

"Good, obedient, beer is not good for babies, hello, my beer should be replaced with lemonade!" Aaron suddenly felt a great responsibility, if it were to be changed to the East, it would have been brought over by the seven aunts and eight aunts to start the class. Aaron dared to promise that if he didn't keep an eye on it, according to Hattie's character, she would dare to go out for a run when she was eight months pregnant.

The ruddy and translucent pork trotters were quickly served, smooth and elastic, thick pork skin containing collagen, and the same thick but very flavorful pork, accompanied by appetizing cold dishes, which contained bean sprouts and bean skin, and after a few bites, Aaron felt even more hungry, and he asked for a red oil pork trotters, and the two were mixed together.

After eating and drinking, Aaron beckoned the waiter to come and pay the bill, but as soon as the waiter walked over, the door of the restaurant was slammed open, and a guy flew in.

"What's going on?" The waiter stepped forward and was about to check the situation, when a group of people rushed into the door of the restaurant.

"Ahem!" The guy who had been flown into the restaurant coughed twice and got up from the ground, then he took the mineral water from the other table and drank it down, saying sorry to the stunned diners.

"Nathan Drake, you can't run!" Then a bunch of men in suits rushed in to block the door, staring at the people in the restaurant.

"You know?" Hattie wondered as he saw Aaron staring at each other.

"I know you, that guy hit me once!" Aaron beckoned, "Waiter, another plate of peanuts, well, another glass of lemonade!" ”

"Aren't you going to help him?"

"Let's see if he can deal with it first, I'm very vindictive!" Aaron smiled, pulled his wife and started watching the show.

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As a treasure hunter, Nathan Drake's favorite thing is to say no to those who are self-righteous, on this day, as usual, he wandered around the various antique markets in London to see if there was a chance to pick up leaks, and he saw an old man ready to sell his own cultural relics, and the owner of the vendor bullied the old man to not understand the market, a Song Dynasty vase that could be sold for hundreds of thousands of he only bid 5,000, Drake decisively couldn't bear it, he stepped forward and angrily reprimanded the boss, and suggested that the old man change the store, and offended the boss.

The boss was so angry in his heart, he finally came to a big wrong, he wanted to pick up the guy and Drake to fight to the death, but after looking at the other party's tall horse, he couldn't beat it, he didn't care, but he couldn't swallow this breath, and then he ventilated the local gang in charge of the market.

So Drake was blocked, all the way from the street to the end of the alley, and finally he was thrown into the restaurant when he had nowhere to escape.

"Alright, now let's start the second round!" Drake glanced at the innocent diners in the restaurant and knew that this was a good opportunity for him to get out, he dropped his suit and clenched his fist, and was about to get ready to dry.

"Boy, today we will abolish your leg as a warning! Give it to me! ”

More than a dozen thugs took out belts, sticks, watermelon knives, and other powerful weapons from their pockets, and approached Drake with a sinister smile.

"That's not good!" Drake spread his hands, suddenly grabbed a stack of plates on the table in his right hand, took it in his hand, and threw it out like a frisbee, the white porcelain plate accurately hit a few thugs standing in the front row, and in the cracking sound of curry, a few thugs covered their bleeding noses and retreated.

"Look, I said you can't!" Drake didn't forget to provoke after throwing the plate, and then two bright machetes came up.

Drake took a step back, pinched the arm of the first man, kicked him with his left foot, and dragged the first man down, then he grabbed the right hand of the second thug and smashed it on the arm of the first, a crisp sound of broken bones was heard, and the two knife-wielding thugs screamed and let go of the machete, and then Drake punched one of the two guys in the face, and the two of them curled up on the ground and cried.

"Go on!" The gangster leader glanced at his subordinates, and scolded in his heart, what do these guys usually do, they are the first to eat, they come out to make trouble, and let a practitioner fight like this.

The rest of the thugs looked at each other, shouted, and swarmed up, and all sorts of weapons slammed into Drake.

Drake was dumbfounded, he was a treasure hunter, not a fighting boxer, so he could only dodge in embarrassment, and from time to time he would defend himself, and for a while, he could also fight back and forth, but he was pitiful of the tables, chairs, benches and guests in the restaurant, which would have damaged half of the tables and chairs in the restaurant.

After five or six minutes of fighting, a police car was late, and when he saw the police coming, the gangsters still didn't give up, and the leading gangster boss was even more arrogant, he pointed to the police outside, "Tell you, boy, the police are our friends, you want to run, no way!" ”

Drake spat out a mouthful of bloody spittle, then punched a guy close to him, then grabbed the creature's body as a shield and slammed it straight into the glass wall of the restaurant.

Drake dropped the screaming thug and strode to the police car, shouting to arrest me, arrest me!

"Well, looks like he's done it!" Aaron was about to get up and leave when he saw the gangster leader pull a pistol out of his pocket.

"Whoosh!" Just as the gangster leader was about to shoot, a fork stabbed directly into his gun-wielding hand with great force, and the force was so great that it pierced his palm.

"If you can't fight and use a gun, can't you afford to play?" Aaron walked over and picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, only to find that the pistol hadn't even been safed.

"And have you ever shot a gun?"

Looking at the gangster boss who was speechless because of the pain, Aaron took out his ID and shook it at the police officers who came over.

"Shit, you're just sitting there watching me get beaten?" Seeing Aaron appear in the restaurant, Nathan Drake instantly collapsed, and exploded in foul language regardless of the police being around.