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"But..."

Levi didn't seem to be planning to see the bartender's face change. How to answer, he probably guessed the other party's psychology a long time ago, and exhaled to cheer up the other party's appetite.

"It's rare to have someone who will give you a little sympathy, but in my opinion, you can put away your sympathy first. Don't waste it casually. What a pity?"

"Customer, what you said..."

Whether he continued to sarcasm or watched the show without sympathy, the bartender did not expect Levi to suddenly change his subject and say such words. He touched his bald head, as if he was playing a game of making moves and guessing words. Well, the answer to this question should be "can't touch the mind", right?

"I mean, why don't we both make a bet."

"Betting? Sorry, although gambling is not prohibited in our store, the boss has emphasized that clerks are not allowed to participate. But the bet you want to make is..."

He is worthy of being a store manager for thirty years and has become a small role of holding plates and washing dishes. The meticulousness of this bartender to the boss must be an important factor in his standing out. Levi is not without emotion. How great would it be if those guys behind him could be so obedient?

But then again, Levi and the people behind him can't talk about any relationship between superiors and subordinates. Why should people listen to him when they cooperate with each other in an equal relationship? He is complaining here, but he doesn't know that people are still complaining that this guy who doesn't like to use his brain always doesn't listen to their instructions.

"you guess?"

Levi glanced at the corner pretentiously before saying to the bartender that this was already obvious, but the bartender stammered and did not follow up because what he guessed was a bit unreasonable and lacked logic.

"Needless to say, I will know which side you are pressing on, just look at you like this. And I will naturally press on the remaining side. Don't bet on the real thing, don't bet on any promises, etc. We don't bet on nothing, just play verbally."

He said "gambling" again, and the bartender immediately frowned. When Levi saw it, he quickly explained that it would be bad for him to break the rules because he was playing tricks on others for a while. Levi has always respected those who have his own insistence on some aspects, and of course he would not be so mean to provoke others.

"A bet without gamble?"

The bartender repeated Levi's words with his own understanding. He understood it correctly, indicating that his IQ level was normal. But why did he feel so awkward to read this? The bartender muttered several times, and suddenly felt like he had answered the tongue twister of the young years sitting in the classroom, and he was competing with the brat next door who could not remember his appearance and even forgot his name.

"Well, since you want to lose so much, I don't mind satisfying your strange **."

Khan, it was Levi's turn to make the bartender tremble all over. What does it mean to satisfy my strange **? It's a pity that there is no one around, and the two boys who are closest are also watching their three subordinates who are planning to premeditate the underage girl. Otherwise, if Levi misunderstood, where should he reason?

It was so disgusting! Levi couldn't tell what was going on at that time, and he felt uncomfortable all over his body, and he couldn't vomit it out even if he didn't vomit. Until one day, a long time later, when he was attacked by a fujokovic princess from the moon who was destined to destroy countless people's childhood, he played a video on the computer while he was not paying attention and turned the volume of the speaker to the maximum in advance. When Levi was shocked to the point of death, the bald bartender appeared in his eyes that might have been blinded.

"Oh? Then this means you are sure that you want to bet on this side?"

The "this side" that Levi was referring to was naturally the same as he sat on the bar, with a small mercenary group that was a distance away from him. The bartender immediately nodded and looked at Levi deeply with a look of not knowing whether to say compassion or a sense of superiority in IQ.

"Since you have been working in this bar for almost thirty years, you have seen all kinds of people encounter all kinds of things. Don't you understand the simple truth that anything is possible before the ending comes out?"

Levi's words seemed very powerful to the bartender, but the grasshopper was slapped on the ground with a fly swatter and had to kick his legs and struggle to death.

But there is one thing this guy is right. He has indeed seen all kinds of people in the past thirty years, and naturally, there are some weird things that have to be beaten up again and again. After that, he has to look down on the face and ask for another one. Masochism and other things are not particularly novel, right? There are such characters in the early novels, although the bald bartender has not opened the first novel of his life so far.

"Look, those three are coming soon."

The bartender is in the bar, so he can see the three people naturally without being too deliberate. He thought that Levi thought that his back to his head would be suspicious and afraid of causing trouble, so he whispered to be a live commentator. If he had known that the boy opposite him was too lazy to turn back because he had seen through the whole thing, he would definitely be a little scared, and he was glad that he was not blinded by the confidence of winning just now.

In fact, the owner of this store is not as strict as the bartender said. If he occasionally bets and jokes with customers, he would have to be punished, how boring would he have lived that life? Maybe if he had a boss like that, he would not be able to hold on here for thirty years at all.

"They are quite leisurely, they have been walking for so long at such a distance."

Levi's tone was not nervous at all, which made the bartender a little confused. Even if he didn't gamble anything, people in business such as mercenaries or killers should not be so obsessed with the victory or defeat. You should know that after all, they are all businesses that lose their heads if they are not careful. Killers may be a little better. If the mission fails, they can still give the target or target bodyguards to see who run faster. But if they are mercenaries, the failure of the mission basically means that they can never see the sun tomorrow once they close their eyes. It doesn't matter if they fail. If they retreat in an orderly manner, the military bosses have already picked and selected to share it with their own subordinates. That is a good thing that cannot be exchanged for bribery. How can anyone have a fever and find money?

Could it be that this kid has reached the highest level in the legend? The bartender scratched his bald head, and he forgot what year it was. It seemed that he was still young and was not qualified to stand in this bar. There was a time when the two countries had frequent wars, and the regulars in the bar were busy, making the store deserted. During that time, unexpectedly, an old man with white beard often came in and sat in as soon as he opened the store.
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