"Ara! Black Songjiu! - another dozen!"

In the noisy and dim sunset bar, Quaid gasped and lay on the bar, cup after glass, and brought the wine into his mouth.

"Hey, big guy, if you don't have money to tip, there's no black pine wine!"

Standing behind the bar, Yala brought two large glasses of black pine wine with an unhappy look on her face and rolled them on the bar without any hesitation, "For your father's sake, these are the last two glasses! I'll give you thirty seconds to drink, and then get out quickly! Every hour you sit here, our bar, no, the profits of the entire underground street will drop by 10%!"

Quaid was already a little dizzy when he drank, but even in the crowded bar, Yara's fierce voice still came from a long distance. Feeling the gaze of the drinkers around him and their possible laughter, a fire broke out in Quaid's heart.

I was the "blood axe" Quaid Roda, who was terrified by the entire XC area back then. If it weren't, if it weren't for that matter - how could even a bar girl dare to bully me now?

Even the bald Spin, who debuted two years later than him, dared to laugh at him at the beggar and laugh at his words below—

Grass!

"A little girl with no eyes!" Quaid gritted his teeth, shook his heavy head, stood up, reached out and grabbed Yala's hand, dragged her to him through the bar, and shouted viciously: "I said it! A dozen black pine wine!"

The whole bar was quiet.

District xc is a famous chaotic place in Yongxing City, while underground street is a famous chaotic place in District xc - especially after the Black Street Brotherhood took over ten years ago. Sunset Bar is the center of operation of this chaotic place. In the Sunset Bar, they are basically either affiliated with the Black Street Brotherhood or people who come to find the Black Street Brotherhood.

So when Quaid grabbed Yara's hand and roared, the people in the bar looked at the show, without saying a word or stopping it.

Quaid's head became more and more drowsy, but he still felt that the wrist he was grasping was so smooth and soft, and the faint fragrance on Yala's body came quietly. Under the dim light of the bar candlestick, Yala's short brown hair seemed clean and neat, and her smooth face and delicate outline seemed clearer than usual, so Quaid had a lot of thoughts for a moment.

Yala seemed to be frightened by him, and looked at the former gold medal thug, now a down-and-out drunkard in surprise.

When the noise of the drunkards in his ears disappeared, the dizzy Quaid felt vaguely satisfied. He felt that his actions had received the attention they deserved.

But soon, as he turned his eyes to Yara, his wine gradually woke up.

So the pleasure that had just been desperate gradually turned into fear and trembling.

Yara Saritton, Quaid, one of the few people who know her full name. This beautiful woman, Quaid, recalled in her mind the words of her father telling him to "stay away from her" and what he saw and heard at the Sunset Bar several times.

And this fierce and seductive "bar girl" is staring at him with playful eyes.

Quaid's chin began to tremble unconsciously:

"Yara, that, I'm not..."

But before Quaid reacted—

"despair!"

His hand holding Yala was knocked tightly by the latter!

The next second, Quaid's middle and index fingers of his hand were folded in reverse!

Then there was a heart-wrenching pain.

"Ahhh!"

Quaid screamed in pain, his face deformed.

But before it was over, Yala held his outstretched hand with a fierce look on her face and pulled it hard in the opposite direction of the elbow joint!

"Cha!"

"Ahhhh! No! Yara! Sister Yara! I-I was wrong-I shouldn't have-ah!"

The sound of elbow dislocation was made at the same time as Quaid's scream.

Before Quaid could finish his begging for mercy, the neat woman took advantage of the force and stepped onto the bar in her slender left leg wearing ultra-short leather pants and slammed Quaid's neck hard!

"What a good job, Little Yala! Didn't embarrass the boss!"

"You can apply to end the swordsman training with this skill!"

"I actually wore safety pants!"

"I swear I saw it! I bet she was wearing black!"

The drinkers around instantly returned to the lively drinking and chatting, and started to cheer for Ya one by one.

"Listen, you gorilla!"

Yala stared at Quaid, who was so overwhelmed by the pressure. She stood behind the bar with one foot, pressed her left leg on the bar, and her right hand pressed Quaid's outstretched arm, and her graceful and slender figure was fully visible.

She slowly pulled out a weird-shaped knife from the leather hood on her left leg boot - the blade and the hilt were not in the same straight line, and it looked like a wolf's leg from a distance.

Then, his face was tucked vertically on Quaid's palm!

The tip of the knife entered the bar.

The cheers of the drinkers became louder.

"Woooo!" Quaid squeezed out tears in pain, but his neck was pressed so hard that he could only make a sound similar to a pig's cry.

Yala slowly lowered her upper body, spreading her perfect flexibility, approaching Quidd's tears streaming face, whistled, and smiled.

Then his face turned into a fierce and fierce voice, and spoke in a rhythmic (but it was heartbreaking) and charming voice:

"Qued Roda--"

"I don't care who you are, what kind of beggar leader you are, or what kind of thug you are who collects black accounts--"

"But you damn it, let me hear it-"

“From now, until the end of the world—”

"If you dare again, appear in my bar-"

"I'll take you down, then, words--"

"Pieces and pieces-"

"Chop into meat residue-"

"Put into the wine-"

"One mouthful-"

"Fill you--"

"Did you understand? Waste!"

When Quaid cried, under the laughter of the drinker and the contemptuous look of Yala, she protected her pierced right palm and escaped from the sunset bar, Yala clapped her palm and wiped the blood on the wolf's leg knife with disgust, as if it was not blood on it, but the mucus of the hell demon.

Yala turned her head unhappily and saw the drinkers who were still staring at the bar, including ulterior motives and desire-filled eyes.

"What are you looking at! Who dares to watch again? Pay twice the price of alcohol!"

After leaving a fierce word and shifting the attention of the drinker back from her, Yara dropped the rag viciously and walked into the kitchen.

"Is this enough? I said his 'that' as you said."

Yala grabbed a bottle of white wine, and suddenly a multi-use knife appeared in her left hand, and she quickly picked up the bottle plug.

"Of course, of course, Miss Yara." In the kitchen, Quaid's deputy, the actual manager of the beggar business, Nar Rick gently lifted the black top hat on his head and nodded with a smile: "I hope he can restrain himself a little from now on. From uncontrollable alcoholism to unlimited beggar beggars, the brothers will not always wipe his butt."

"What you want to say is that you can't wipe his butt all the time." Yara took a quick sip of wine. Rick suddenly felt that this rude movement seemed more appropriate and fresh and tempting to Yara.

"It's right to say that, because the interests of the Brotherhood are mine." Rick smiled and unconsciously touched the back of his neck.

"Are you sure this is really effective? Why do I think people like him will cause greater trouble when they go back? For example, venting their anger on your beggar?"

You really know him, Rick thought.

"Actually, I don't know whether it works, because I don't know him, but," Rick shook his head helplessly - this is his signature move that he showed innocence and heartfeltness - said: "He has become more aggressive recently. Three days ago, for a ridiculous reason, he beat a seedling that I am optimistic about. If the child was not smart enough, there would be another seedling that died at Quaid's hands."

I don't know that you are so generous and righteous, Yala rolled her eyes in her heart.

Speaking of this, Rick's eyes suddenly became firm.

"So I decided that I couldn't go on like this anymore. He had to be warned—or else, sooner or later, he would have caused the business I worked hard to do."

"Okay, you don't have to explain so many reasons to me, 'I had to kill my boss because I had no choice."

Yara yawned and waved her hand to let Rick go.

"I didn't say I wanted to kill him-"

"After that, I'll pay the promised remuneration as soon as possible, I'll only collect cash," Yara interrupted Rick. She lazily finished drinking the white wine, stuck out her tongue with unfulfilled desire, and licked the last drop of the bottle into her mouth - this action made Rick's heart blew - "Also, you still have to pay as much as the money he owes today."

Especially - Yara narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Rick who had left after taking off her hat and saluting her.

——Don’t think I don’t know, you mixed Quaid’s wine today.

Others can't recognize it, but I, Yara from Sunset Bar, knew clearly that all Quaid drank high-concentration Chaka spirits.

Unlike those drunken wine, Chaka wine is often fed to death row prisoners who were wearing shackles on the Western Front battlefield. The drunk people acted without any hindrance, but they were not clear-headed.

So, Nal Rick – are you sure you have too much money to spend, rather than really wanting to kill him?

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When Quaid returned to the big stone gate in front of the abandoned house with shame and pain and alcohol, he did not live in the Black Street headquarters, Quaid felt that anyone who knew the inside was staring at his lower body when he saw him. Two thugs, in a hurry, happened to pass behind the wall, and their chatter came from afar.

"Have you heard it? The beggars were spreading a rumor that Boss Quaid was no longer a man-"

"What does it mean? Can he still become a woman?"

"Idiot, it means Quaid was castrated! I heard that when I was collecting accounts in Karima Street several years ago, I encountered a very strange thing in a haunted house - the one left by the Earl of Norfolk and his family after they were hung - and everyone said that it was a female ghost in red who cut off his bottom and cleaned it."
To be continued...