The burly man obviously knew Old Neil, and he smiled wryly with the muscles on his face trembling: "The bar was almost demolished just now."
"It is said that a wanted guy came to buy materials, was recognized, and so it became like this... My lord, what did he do, how dangerous, he needs to be treated like this? Seeing those guns, My legs are weaker than I've been fooling around with the red-haired Shanny all night!"
He didn't know the identity of the wanted person, and he didn't know that the guys who came here to buy materials were mixed with Beyonders.
"The wanted guy? Do you know his name?" Old Neil asked with interest.
"Call, Tris?" The burly man replied uncertainly.
"Instigator" Tris? Klein nodded suddenly and understood what was going on.
Tris didn't know that he had been suspected by Joyce Meyer before, so he swaggered to the underground trading market to buy materials, but was caught by informants from the "Mechanical Heart" or "Punisher" and "Nighthawk" teams Recognized, sparked a violent conflict.
"Has he been caught?" Klein nodded the black cane inlaid with silver.
Looking at the surrounding posture, it seems that there is no...
The burly man shook his head slightly, pointed to the top of the opposite cargo warehouse with his chin and said, "He rushed out before those terrifying guys arrived, hey, I've never seen anyone who can run better than him!"
In fact, you haven't seen the true ability of the "Assassin", otherwise you will be taken to an indescribable place for re-education... Klein slandered.
"Is the trading market still open?" Old Neil turned to ask the important point.
"Just recovered." The burly man replied affirmatively.
"That's good." Old Neil took two quick steps, stretched out his right hand, and pushed open the heavy door.
Klein followed closely and walked in, almost overwhelmed by the sweltering heat and the smell of alcohol.
In the center of the "Dragon Bar" stands a boxing ring. Two shirtless men are fighting fiercely. Dozens of drinkers around them are shouting for their respective supporters, and some of them have some vulgar words.
Old Neil ignored them and led Klein around the boxing ring to a billiard room at the back.
There were two people in the billiards room holding cue sticks, chatting and laughing, and seeing Old Neil push the door in, they were silent for a few seconds.
After confirming those who came, they quietly stepped aside, allowing Old Neil and Klein to pass through the secret door behind them.
After walking through several rooms in a row, Klein's eyes suddenly brightened, and he saw a place the size of the lecture theater in his previous life.
Some people set up street stalls here, filled with bottles and cans, and some people walk between the former, or examine, or communicate, or compare prices.
"One-twentieth of all proceeds will be given to Swain, ah, he's the owner of the Dragon Bar, ex-captain of the 'Punisher' squad, older than me, an old guy who wishes to die of alcoholism .� Old Neil introduced with a broken mouth.
Klein thought about it, and sincerely commented: "It's a very profitable business."
Because the cost is just to provide the venue and shelter.
"If you fancy a certain item but you don't have enough money, you can borrow it from Swain. Of course, he will charge very high interest..." Old Neil gritted his teeth for a moment.
Sure enough, just like a casino, it will provide usury services... Klein held the cane, looked around, and asked curiously: "Mr. Swain is a 'navigator'?"
The captain of the "Punisher" team should be at the position of Sequence 7.
"No, it's just the 'Wrathful People'. Tingen doesn't belong to the coast. Here, the Church of the Goddess is stronger than that of the Lord of Storms." Old Neil sneered, "In fact, Swain has a chance to become a 'navigator' Yes, but he was afraid of losing control and chose to give up."
Klein was about to ask the bar owner if he had almost lost control when he suddenly sensed a strange phenomenon on the left.
There seemed to be something lurking there, whispering and talking. JrNovels.com