Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

"Using such a large amount, most people can't stand it. You will scare away potential customers! You can't do business like this, you can't..." Doyle shook his fist at the hotel owner, and then looked at him with a regretful expression. Tomatoes dropped to the ground. He knelt down, picked up a broken corner of the plate, and then picked up the tomatoes bit by bit.

A sturdy old man squatted on the ground and patiently picked up the fallen food. This scene brought back many memories to Zhuang Xuteng. He sighed and asked the innkeeper for a rag. He also walked over and squatted down to wipe away the traces of juice. The two of them worked together and quickly cleaned the hotel floor. As for the broken plate, since it was caused by the boss drugging him, he will definitely not be compensated.

"Young man, if you are fine next time, let's go have a drink."

"Okay." Zhuang Xuteng also thought that he could stabilize him so that Kelly would be safer, so he nodded and said to the hotel owner: "If someone comes to see me, just tell him that I went to the bar. .”

Okay, after Brother Dao arrives, he will also know where to go to support him, so that he will feel more at ease. The bar is right next to the hotel and you can see it when you go out. It is open from 2 pm to 2 am. It has just opened now and there are not many people.

The two of them sat down in the center of the bar, with their backs facing the door and the bartender in front of them. It was the first time that Zhuang Xuteng knew that an old lady was hired as a bartender. He had every reason to doubt the bartender's ability to attract customers, but he was not worried about her enthusiasm at all.

"What two beautiful young men!" The old lady's black hair was obviously dyed, and the roots of her hair showed brand new white. She smiled and spoke without forgetting to hold her dentures in place. At this time, you could clearly see the wrinkled and old skin on the back of her hand, with two new band-aids on it.

"What are you drinking? I'll treat you." Zhuang Xuteng said.

"Let me treat you. This is my hometown, and I should fulfill my duty as a landlord. Flamingo with blue bubbles, three drops of ketchup, and two servings." Doyle put a ten-euro note on the table and pushed it. He went over and said to Zhuang Xuteng: "This is a local specialty, called PCPD warning. The alcohol content is very low, so you don't have to worry about getting drunk; there is no haha ​​grass ingredient in it, so it is a very safe drink."

"Hey, everything you said is right. Have you been here before?" The old bartender looked at Doyle with curious eyes, then shook her head: "I really don't think I have seen you, or where did you hear the PCPD warning? s story."

"Old sister, please pair the wine well and let me keep some sense of mystery, please?" Doyle pointed at Zhuang Xuteng with a smile and said, "Look, there is a young man here who also wants to know my story."

"Haha, okay, okay, I won't talk too much. Two warnings from PCPD, coming soon."

Doyle straightened his collar with both hands, sat sideways and faced Zhuang Xuteng, and said: "After we were at the car repair shop, I asked around in the town and found out that you are not a gang member. There have been no new recruits from the PCPD branch recently, so you are not a cop either. . It’s really possible that you are a city dweller who comes here to buy things. And judging from the behavior at the hotel, you don’t know haha. It’s really weird.”

"If you are from this town, why don't they recognize you? This is the strange thing." Zhuang Xuteng asked.

"I left here when I was very young, and it was not like this at the time. I was only this tall at that time..." Doyle stretched out his hand, hovering a little more than 1 meter above the ground, and said, "Guess how tall I am?" How old were you when you were there?"

"Five or six years old?"

"Ten years old." Doyle smiled and said: "At that time, my nickname was Little Mouse. I was the shortest boy in the class. Obviously I didn't have many true friends. It happened that my parents were going to another place. As the place developed, I followed it, and things changed and people changed. By the way, guess again, how old am I now?"

"Looking at you, you're probably in your early fifties?"

"Haha, you guessed wrong again. On my fifty-second birthday, the corporate war just ended." Doyle smiled and shook his finger and said, "I am 77 now, and I will be one year older in two months." .”

"Impossible!" Zhuang Xuteng was very surprised. He couldn't help but look at Doyle, and then shook his head: "I still can't believe it. Are you 77 now? If I had a physique like yours when I was 77, I would think it must be old. God has not left yet and can still bless the world.”

"It's not a blessing from the old gods, but eating clean food." Doyle grabbed the collar and pulled it down, exposing the area around his neck and chest. "See some faint shiny lines under the skin? Those are shadow implants. My entire respiratory system and half of my digestive system were replaced. This is the only good thing left to me from the corporate war. I breathe The air and food I eat will be disinfected, and only clean ones will remain, so my body is extremely healthy. Of course, this also requires long-term exercise and occasional relaxation. With such an implant, the sooner I get one The better it is."

"Then what's the price?" Zhuang Xuteng asked.

"The price is immortality." Doyle rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Haha, the warning from PCPD is here, let me see if I still feel that way."

Three drops of ultra-thick tomato juice should be dripped in in front of the guests. It will slowly sink. After passing through the blue sparkling water and the light yellow flamingo cocktail, the changes in physical and chemical properties will change the luster of its surface. , the changing red and blue looks like the lights on the PCPD police car, which is also the origin of the name of the wine.

"Not bad! It still feels the same as before! Come on, young man..."

"My name is Naike." Zhuang Xuteng raised his glass and said, "I said, this glass of wine is to wish you survival and good health."

"Thank you! Well, Naike, I wish you a prosperous career." Doyle clinked glasses with Zhuang Xuteng, then raised his head and drank it all.

Zhuang Xuteng was more cautious. He tasted the strength of the wine first to make sure it was indeed a low-alcohol drink, and then drank it all in one gulp. Then, before Doyle could order other drinks, he patted the table, called the old bartender over, and asked her what food was available here.

"Tomato Sauce Pork Steak, within a hundred miles, only Peicheng Paradise Hotel makes it better than here. But it's not that their craftsmanship is better, but that they use higher-grade meat. Of course, it's twenty times more expensive than here. All I need here is For 29.98 euros a portion, you’ll be well fed.”

It's a bit expensive, but before Ge Gongdao comes, it's better to have something to eat than to drink all the time. And he didn't bother to eat at noon, he was really hungry. Zhuang Xuteng hesitated for a moment and said, "Give me and Doyle a portion each. Don't add anything that will make people laugh and fall to the ground."

"Don't worry, I don't want to ruin the reputation of my craftsmanship."

"Smart young man." Doyle patted his belly and said, "I happen to be hungry too. Thank you for treating me to dinner! Since you don't drink, you must have something to ask, right?"

"Are you going to bring gangs here?"

"Pfft, no. What I do has nothing to do with gangs. Contrary to your worries, I hate gangs very much and will not let them in. But this wish cannot be realized by shouting slogans. It has to be If you have power, you must have money." Doyle said: "Expand their horizons and let everyone make more money. I am responsible for taking part of the profits to build the town's defense in a more efficient way. This is a win-win situation. situation."

"It sounds reasonable, but your actions are accompanied by fists. How is this different from a gang?"

"Means are not the criterion for distinguishing ends. The one who beats you may be your parents who love you, and the one who greets you with a smile may be a liar who defrauded you of your savings." Doyle was about to continue talking when he heard the door of the pub slam. Knocked away.

A burly man rushed in, his shining eyes instantly locked on Doyle. He shouted: "Haifeng Doyle! I am your boxing fan, can you sign your autograph for me?"

Of course the person who came was Ge Gongdao.

"Nike Naike hide, give me the place!" Ge Gongdao strode in, holding a glove in his hand. His whole face was smiling, his eyes seemed to be filled with little stars of excitement, and his breathing was a little short. "Champion Hayate, this is the glove you used in the Hub Championship. I only got one. Can you sign this?"

"Hey, it's really my glove. I threw it into the audience. I didn't expect to see it again." Doyle touched his body, took out a pen from his arms, and then took the glove. "What do you want me to write on it?"

"Just write your slogan: Fist of the Wind, Invincible. If you can't write it, just sign it, hehehe." Ge Gongdaotian shamelessly pushed Zhuang Xuteng away with his butt and occupied his original position.

"I've stopped boxing a long time ago, so I don't need to use the old slogans. I'll write you a story about success." Doyle quickly finished signing, handed the gloves to Ge Gongdao, and said, "It was Naike who told you I'm here. of?"

"Yes! He said he saw a very strong old man with a round scar under his eye and punching very fast. I knew it was you." Ge Gongdao took the gloves with both hands and said with a smile: "I am special I like your boxing style and have been imitating it, but I haven’t been able to learn the essence. Can I show you how to box?”

"Hahaha, okay, I haven't seen young people boxing for a long time. Since you are Naike's friend, I will give you some pointers." Doyle turned his head, looked at Naike, and said, "You should follow suit. look?"

"Then I'll take advantage." Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head and asked, "Have you ever participated in a corporate war, or are you a boxer?"

"In order to live and make money, I often can't choose what I can do, I can only do my best," Doyle said.

Ge Gongdao nodded vigorously, feeling that this sentence could not be more correct.

"Nike, I've brought what you want, it's right outside, but you'd better stay and watch the boxing first. This opportunity is very rare!"

PS: Double updates at 12:00 and 18:00 every day, with additional updates from time to time to give back to book friends. Thank you for your favorites and recommendations!