The bar of Rox Springs, a haven for thieves and gangsters.

Unlike the territories held by the Red Skull, the style here is relatively peaceful, and after the Farah family of the great mafia took over the reins of the land, the gangsters unexpectedly began to govern the land with kindness.

There are no gang fights, there is no murder for fun, and the ordinary people who live here are only self-sufficient and quiet, although the taxes are a little higher, and there are more thieves and swindlers, but for them, living here is not fatal.

The Nefara family forbade all residents to leave the place, but they were very polite to outsiders, and they had heard that many gangs from outside the country would trade arms with the Nefara family, even Hydra.

Speaking of the history of the Nefala family, then there is one person who has to be mentioned - Count Lucino Nefara.

Count Nefara was also a famous presence back then, and the heroes who were able to walk through two rounds of his hands were all leading figures in superheroes, and he faced enemies across the Avengers and the X-Men, and almost all of the heroes with names and surnames fought against him.

But now, he is no longer the leader of the mafia.

Slumped in a chair at the front of the bar, Count Nefara held the glass in both hands, his fingers rubbing against it, as if there was some dust on the glass that could never be wiped clean.

The bartender was already unfamiliar with the strangely dressed old man, and he leaned against the end of the bar, his eyes glancing at Count Nefara from time to time, and the people around the bar were leaning against the edge, trying to move farther away from the old man.

They weren't afraid of the old man, who was nominally the godfather of the Nefara mafia, but he had already retired from the army—after the night when all the superheroes were killed.

The reason why the people around him are reluctant to approach him is because this old man has long been 'crazy', he has been immersed in the old days and cannot come out, and when he sees people, he will tell them about the glory days when he fought with heroes.

Maybe on the day the heroes died, Count Nefara's heart also died? At this time, he was just lingering in the existence of the incident, and he could no longer find a reason for him to fight for his life.

The bar was filled with the stench of the human body and the smell of alcohol, and the environment here was not very good compared to the interior of the Nefara family, but for the Count of Nefara, it was the only place where he could get drunk and die.

He knew that most of the people here looked down on him, and some people thought of him as a strangely dressed clown, and thugs and thieves would even laugh at his suit behind his back, but only he knew how glamorous it was back then.

"You guys, you don't know anything."

Count Nefara's eyes were cloudy, and his soft words were like the whispers of a dream.

"It was in Los Angeles. Those people just heard my name. will tremble."

His hands were clenching the wine glass, and the sallow, inferior wine was shaking in the glass.

The Count of Nefara looked at his reflection in the glass, at his old face, and with mixed feelings in his heart.

At this moment, the bartender could not help but smile wryly, and he put down the shiny glass in his hand, and turned to take a glass of liquor from the shelf, knowing that the Earl was about to begin to reminisce about the past days.

"Let's make a decision, Lord Earl, I'll give you a cup for nothing, and I beg you to stop telling you about your glorious past, okay?"

The bartender smiled slightly, and poured Count Nefara, who had drunk the drink in one gulp, full of spirits.

Every time the Count of Nefara was about to tell him about his past, the bartender would stop him in this way, and over time, the two of them had already developed a habit by tacitly.

Tonight, though, the wind has changed in Rox Springs.

The door of the bar was gently pushed open, and the bartender heard the sound, only to see three figures hidden under the hood slowly walk in.

Maybe it's a traveler from out of town, the bartender guessed.

It's almost winter, and during this time, you will often see merchants from other places come here with their families to pray for shelter, maybe in the wasteland, and only here can those who can't control their own destiny have a good rest.

Every year, the cold winter is a catastrophe for ordinary people in this world, after being looted by various gangs, those peasant warehouses even have to starve to death of rats, compared to the outside, this place is much better.

The three of them approached the bar, and the bartender hurriedly put the rag on his shoulder, and then greeted him warmly, he knew that those outsiders were rich guys, and whether he could make a fortune from them depended on his own skills.

"What can serve you?"

"Whatever you want, and the strongest liquor you've got here." The man in the lead raised his hand and took out a piece of gold, the size of a wine glass, from his robe.

The bartender's eyes widened at this moment, and his gaze was fixed on the staggering weight of the gold nugget.

He then put the nugget into his pocket at a rapid pace, then pulled out three glasses from under the bar and turned around to take out a bottle of wine from a dusty cabinet.

"You drink some to warm up first, this wine will definitely not disappoint you, I will go and order the kitchen to make you something to eat."

Filling the three glasses, the bartender pulled out an ugly smile from the heart.

"I want a drink too!"

The Count of Nefara drained the liquor from the quilt in one gulp, then slammed the glass on the bar.

"This is my old customer, don't be surprised if he's drunk." The bartender smiled wryly at the three of them, and then spoke to Count Nefara. "Lord Earl, I can't afford to pay you and such a high-end product."

Hearing this, Count Nefara's brows furrowed deeply.

At this moment, the man hidden under the hood spoke again.

"Give him a drink, count it on my account."

Blinking, the bartender was stunned for a moment.

But he was quick to react.

"Well, as you wish."

Since someone was willing to pay for it, the bartender naturally didn't say much, and he quickly filled Count Nefara with wine, and then turned and walked into the back kitchen of the bar.

Looking at the glass of scarlet wine, Count Nefara stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, before tilting his head slightly, glancing at the three strangers sitting beside him out of the corner of his blurred eye.

"From out of town?"

"Sort of." The man replied.

"Isn't it strange to look at my costume, don't get me wrong, I know everybody thinks so," Count Nefara said, taking a sip of the spirits in his glass. "Would you like to hear my story in return for this wine?"

(End of chapter)