Then... several professional technicians with explosive figures entangled the old fox with their eyes shiny.

Across thirty or forty meters, Link and the others could hear the professional technicians' surprise voices: "Oh, Lao Mutou, you haven't been here for many days."

"I want to die of us."

"Lao Mutou, do we want to start work together tonight? For the sake of old acquaintances, the whole group purchase is 20% off."

With the sound of greetings, several explosive figures also pressed on the old fox and tried to trap the big trench firmly.

Link saw it with relish, took a sip of kiwi juice, and then leaned sideways towards Claude: "It turns out that Lao Mu is not bragging, can you buy a group discount?"

Claude also turned around and curled his lips disdainfully: "The discount is only the basic fee, but no one stipulates how much tips are given. If someone wastes money like him, he will also receive such treatment, otherwise you think he is a poor person."

Link:...It seems that you are not richer than him, right?

Moreover, the old fox wasted is a waste, but he also enjoyed enough money. However, Cloud squatted in the desert area and ate the soil for many years. Wouldn't it be even worse?

Emmm~No, Claude can have enough food by relying on his face, but he is not interested.

The enjoyment of the old fox may be just... torture for Cloud?

Link is about the same.

Even if he doesn't spend money, he won't touch these professional technicians, otherwise he will feel that he is the one who suffers.

A few minutes later, Gene made a big fuss on the professional technicians and stuffed some valuable gadgets, and finally dispelled the enthusiastic ones.

Sit on the corner seat, he picked up the pre-ordered wilderness whiskey on the table and poured a large cup.

Link looked at the red lips on his face and the rich perfume smell that reached his nose, and couldn't help but laugh: "Old Mutou, you've been free recently, why haven't you come here for a long time?"

Gene exhaled a sip of wine and looked up at the sky. His expression was a little bleak: "Oh, life is always so unexpected. In the blink of an eye, I am no longer that ignorant boy."

Link couldn't help laughing: Boy? The slutty years are almost the same.

He did not bother the wilderness's low-level Versailles, no matter how anxious he was, he would not be able to set off tonight.

After the Claude Beast Tide, he met the two very few times and was bored for many days.

He also maintained his usual style of Gene's old routine and stabbed him a few times in a cold manner.

From this point of view, Claude is not an honest person, but ordinary people cannot enjoy his sarcastic tongue.

Only with Gene and Link's two absolutely trusted partners, Claude, would he expose his most essentially bad character and complain about Gene's embarrassing things.

For example, some interesting things that happened to the young and innocent Gene initially with the professional technician elder sister.

Also, Gene was going to hook up with the daughter of a extraordinary boss. The two were drunk, but when they woke up, they found that their daughter's mother was in her arms.

What's even more terrifying is that at that time, Gene was a veritable young man, and his strength was only awakened, but he was almost caught by the extraordinary boss.

Although the affairs of men and women in the wilderness world are nothing, the premise is that they are strong enough.

Even if that woman is just one of the extraordinary big shots, the big shot with green on her head will never mind killing the innocent Gene.

Gene was not willing to be outdone. It was revealed that Claude was at a loss than him and was directly scared away by a professional technician.

There are also many painful experiences of being targeted by some female professionals and preparing to push back strongly.

Fortunately, Ke Dad is extremely talented and always has a beastly intuition about crisis, and he rarely succeeds.

Even so, Link still felt that Claude suffered much more than Gene.

After all, whether to suffer losses or take advantage depends on personal cognition.

If Gene was a rotten old rag, Claude could be considered an 80% new pure cotton towel.

Link listened with great enthusiasm, and did not forget to cover up his pocket, and took out a large bag of peanut-like nuts from his backpack No. 2 to put them on the table: "Come on, don't just drink wine, eat some food."

With wine and food, this bar chat became even more enjoyable.

Speaking of the rise, the cigars were also lit, which was so smoky.

Fortunately, this bar is a level that Gene is good at, and it is quite messy. Link specially chose the semi-enclosed seat in the corner, but it didn't attract much attention.

But the trouble came to the door soon.

A group of mercenaries, who were also drunk, smelled the scent of cigars. One of the lovers insisted that the tobacco leaves were all very well processed.

It was a place to vent pressure and have fun. More than a dozen people who were happy to drink came over with the smell of smoke.

At first I said I wanted to buy it, but of course Gene would not sell it.

This is because Link sees his hard work and provides a special version that is more delicious than the original dry tobacco version.

The only people who have smoked this special edition cigar are Claude and Gene, the maker of Link.

The mercenaries settled for the second best, wanting to know where to buy it.

Gene neither wanted to say it, nor was hesitant to lie to these people and refused directly.

Then...it started fighting.

The battle between three and dozens was very fierce, and both sides fists and fucked them, and they were fighting.

From time to time, a person was knocked away and landed on the surrounding ground and on the wine table.

But the people in the bar, including professional technicians, look familiar.

Facing the person flying out, everyone was extremely calm and even fell on their table without getting angry.

At most, you should pick up your own wine and food in advance, retreat a few meters, and continue to eat and drink while watching the show.

While the customers were watching, there were also people at the bartender at the bartender to place a bet on the opening of the market, betting on the winner and lose points and the winner was the first to bet on the winner and lose.

The bartender calmly collected the money and then began to list the bets between both parties on the small blackboard at the bar.

A mercenary was beaten out and fell to the bar, about to affect the small blackboard.

As a result, a group of guys watching the fun and betting at the bar reached out at the same time, caught the unlucky guy in the air, and threw it back together.

The guy was already punched in the face and was dizzy. He was thrown back and fell to the center of the melee.

For a moment, seven or eight fists, five or six feet fell on his body, and a huge scream suddenly came out: "Ah, ahhh~ Fake, you, I Fake, you! The chrysanthemums of labor and capital ahhhhhh!"

The spectators burst into laughter and cheered for the beaters and the beaten one after another.

The two bar guards just watched with a smile, without any intention of interfering.

Both sides just moved their fists, and neither had the divine particles nor had the intention of dying.

As for the tables, chairs and benches affected by the fight, they are all silly and silly wood blocks, just to deal with this kind of "entertainment program" that is almost necessary every night, and they are not afraid of damage at all.
Chapter completed!