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Chapter 17, Chapter 17, Hardy Smith Valentine

17,

Dai Pingan stepped into Kenneth's bar.

Under the dim candlelight, the guests in the bar were sitting in twos and threes. Dai Pingan looked around, but found no trace of Daqi and others. It seemed that he came early.Too lazy to go out, he sat at the bar and asked the bar owner for a glass of wine.

The owner of the bar has a very distinctive appearance: a triangular head with no grass growing on the pointed head, a broad chin covered with a thick beard; on the tall and big hooked nose, a pair of small mung bean-like eyes looked up and down Dai Pingan:
"What would you like to drink?"

"Whiskey will do."

"$2!"

"It's fucking black!" Looking at the glass of low-quality whiskey served, Dai Pingan cursed inwardly.At the Smithfield bar, you can drink a glass of good "Old Blood Eye" brand bourbon whiskey for 0.5 dollars, but here you can only exchange it for a quarter glass, muddy, and god knows what brand of bad wine.

Dai Ping'an has never been used to drinking foreign alcohol, although he has been drinking every day recently, it is only for the recovery of his body, and he has no alcohol addiction.What's more, people who are so addicted to alcohol can't help being tempted to drink the glass of pot water in front of them.

Dai Pingan didn't touch the glass of wine, and the bar owner seemed to be used to this kind of situation. He just lowered his head and wiped the glass without even looking at him.

After receiving the news from Lanny in the morning, Dai Ping'an asked the uncle about Kenneth's bar.The reply I got was: Proceed carefully and don't cause trouble!Because even the uncle himself dare not come here to drink casually.So Dai Ping sat quietly in front of the bar, waiting for Daqi and the others to arrive.

pity……

Just heard a "duh",
A sharp hunting knife slammed into the table full of knife marks and blood stains.On a table in the bar, a man with a beer belly and a sloppy body, dressed as a ranch worker, rolled his eyes and looked at Dai Pingan who was sitting quietly:

"When will the yellow-skinned Huaguo Huanggui be able to enter the bar and drink?" the strong man teased, and the other people in the bar also laughed loudly.

"Where did you steal that gun from your body? Why is it exactly the same as the one I stole before?" the strong man asked Dai Ping'an, while the others were excitedly preparing to watch.There were only two people in the bar who did not move, one was Dai Pingan who was sitting, and the other was the bar owner who was wiping glasses.

"Hey! Yellow-skinned brat, what did Uncle Nino ask you?"

Dai Pingan ignored him.

"Hey! Didn't you hear Uncle Nino? Are you deaf?"

Dai Pingan still ignored him.

"Hit him, Nino, hit him!"

"People look down on you at all, haha!"

"Trash Nino! It really is a trash!"

Maybe it was Dai Pingan's silence that fueled his courage, or the booing from the crowd in the bar kept him from getting off the stage. The strong man named Nino finally got angry.

He slapped the table and stood up, pulled out the knife on the table and walked towards Dai Pingan:

"Damn yellow ghost, how dare you disrespect Uncle Nino, hand over your gun, Uncle Nino asked you to..."

Dai Pingan handed over the gun.

He raised his left hand, and the double-action revolver in his hand pressed against the strong man's eye socket, and the muzzle of the gun was facing the strong man's right eyeball.The strong man's eyeballs hurt from being pushed, and he couldn't help but want to back up, but the sound of Dai Ping'an moving the hammer made him stop abruptly.

"Click!"

The bar owner also moved the hammer, and a shortened double-barreled shotgun also held Dai Ping'an's head!
"Put down the gun! No one is allowed to use a gun at Kenneth's Bar!"

The rough gun barrel also poked Dai Pingan's head sorely, but he didn't hide, didn't even look at it, and still stared at the strong man on the muzzle of his gun.

"It was he who caused it first!"

Everyone else in the bar fell silent, they watched this confrontation excitedly, because they hadn't seen such a scene in Kenneth's bar for a long time.The last person who fired a gun in a bar seemed to be half a year ago. The boss also pointed a gun at his head, and then shot him down, and his head was gone.

As for the strong man named Nino, the knife in his hand had fallen to the ground, and his whole body was shaking like chaff, but no matter how much he shook, he didn't dare to take his eyes off Dai Pingan's muzzle.

He regretted it now, but if he regretted it any more, his life was no longer in his hands.Now he can only beg in his heart, begging that Dai Pingan can first put down the pistol that poked his eyeball under the threat of the boss.

"I said, put down the gun! No guns allowed in Kenneth's bar!"

The bar owner's voice was unquestionable, and his mung bean eyes were also fixed on the pistol in Dai Pingan's left hand.He didn't notice that when Dai Pingan flicked his right hand just now, something slipped from his sleeve and fell into his hand. When the bar owner realized something was wrong, Dai Pingan had already stretched that thing onto the candle on the bar counter, "呵呵"The risk of sparks.

It was a stick of dynamite.

Seeing that Dai Pingan really gave the gold to the uncle, Bill and Micah, who reacted, also surrounded Dai Pingan, with such enthusiasm that they wished to take out their hearts and give them to Dai Pingan.So when Dai Ping'an left the camp, daggers, axes, dynamite sticks and other things naturally appeared in the saddle bag.
Just like a hen whose nest has been fried, the people in the bar suddenly ran away.

A wine glass that was dropped by someone rolled to Nino's feet, and then rolled out a circle of water stains.Dai Ping'an sniffled and stepped back, moving the muzzle of the revolver from his eyes to the opponent's heart.

That strong man named Nino pissed.

The twister of the dynamite stick was half burned, and the bar owner who was holding the gun was still steady. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything because a person came in at the door of the bar.

This person didn't seem to see what was happening in front of the bar, and went straight to the bar.

He pushed aside the barkeeper's double-barreled shotgun, and then took out a bottle of Carrington's brandy and two clean glasses from the cabinet under the bar.

He filled the two cups one by one, pushed one to Dai Ping'an's face, and finally stretched out his hand, pulled the almost burnt twig out of the dynamite stick, and threw it into his glass of brandy.

"cheers!"

While talking, the visitor drank the glass of brandy in one gulp. Without hesitation, Dai Pingan put down the gun with his left hand, and picked up his own glass of wine with his right hand and drank it in one gulp.

Putting down the wine glass, the visitor extended his hand to Dai Pingan:
"Hi, it's my first time meeting, I'm a bit presumptuous, my name is Valentine, Hardy Smith Valentine."

"Hello, my surname is Dai, and my name is Dai Ping'an."

While talking, the two held hands tightly.

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