Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 700: Bar Disturbance

"So, this is the new partner you met on Rin Frost?"

In one of the bars in the living area of ​​Sunrise, the lights were dim, and several men and women on the dance floor were twisting their waists. Like to go online. A slow song with a soothing tune was playing in the speaker, and Allen gently shook the wine glass in his hand to the beat of the music. Reese was still wearing an armor not far away, obviously occupying a corner, and Hubble looked at him with amazing aura. The Catto man was obviously fascinated by the glass, opened a gap in the helmet, and poured the wine into his mouth glass after glass.

"That guy is very good, although I am not good at fighting, but my vision is not bad. If I read it right, then an adult must have a level 20, right?" Reese said with envy, "What's your luck? It's so good, just dig into such a fierce man!"

"It's not a casual dig, it's from a fight," Allen said half-jokingly.

Over there, Hubble drank freely. He occupied a few seats alone, and some people couldn't pass it. He wanted to negotiate, but he shrank his neck when he saw the decapitation knife that Hubble had placed next to him. If that knife is used to cut people, it can definitely cut people to blood. So there seemed to be a restricted area around Hubble, no one dared to approach it. Allen was thinking that he should get this big guy back, so that he wouldn't be too dazzling and attract attention. At this moment, Christine walked to Hubble, Hubble stopped suddenly, and then shot a sharp light from the helmet.

"What are you looking at, big man. How boring to drink alone, together?" Christine asked the bartender to bring a bottle of brandy and shook it in front of the Catu.

Hubble tilted his head and said, "I'm not a big man, I'm Hubble."

"Well, Hubble, I'll buy you a drink."

"How about a cup? I want a bottle!" Hubble patted the bar, and the metal bracket under the oak table immediately groaned in pain.

Without even thinking about it, Christine pushed the bottle of wine to Hubble. The Cattos were not polite, unscrew the cork and poured it into their mouths. After falling down for half a bottle, he hiccuped, shaking his head and saying, "Interesting, why am I dizzy?"

"That's because you are drunk." Christine picked up a glass of ale that had just been delivered, took a sip, and blushed on her face.

"What does it mean to be drunk?"

"It means being drunk."

Allen shook his head and looked back and said, "Christine seems to have something on her mind?"

"Women have things on their minds, brothers. The difference is more and less, whether you can say it or you can't." Reese blinked and said, "Smart men don't explore women's concerns, because that's asking for trouble."

"Bah, trouble is coming." Reese said with a stiff smile, putting down his glass.

It turned out that several drunk men walked towards Christine, and two of them separated Hubble from the girl. The Catu people were savouring the drunken taste, but they didn't pay attention. Christine frowned and said, "Go away."

"Oh, the chick has a good temper. I like this kind of spicy enough." A blond young man put his hand on Christine's smooth thigh, touched it and said, "It's slippery, let's talk chick ,How much per night?"

"What are you talking about?" Christine's eyes were cold, and the dagger stuck behind her waist fell into her hands somehow. The dagger turned around and pierced the man's hand with a cold light.

The man was also quite skilled, with his palm retracted like lightning, and he was not called Christine Zhazhong. He changed his face and said, "Don't be shameless, bitch. You civilians, you don't come to the war to make money. Now you have the opportunity to make money, and you don't need to go to the battlefield. Where can you find such a cost-effective business?"

Christine was about to shoot while holding the dagger, and Reese got in at this moment. He smiled and said to a few men: "Sorry, sorry, my friend drank too much. It didn't hurt you all, that's it, let me ask you a few drinks?"

"How many drinks?" The blond man laughed, "Stop kidding, skinny. Do you know who I am? I don't know what the military department thinks, and let you dirty flies come in. I'll tell you , This is not a matter of just a few drinks, let the woman accompany us to drink. Otherwise, I will make you look good."

An anger flashed in Reese's eyes, but at this time everyone in the bar was attracted by what happened here. Here, nobles and commoners are easily distinguished. Those who came from nobles are not well-dressed, in contrast, civilians dress more casually. Some did not even remove the armor, and there were traces of war on it. Seeing the disputes here, those of civilian origin have chosen to keep a low profile. As for those who show strong interest, almost all are nobles.

Obviously, if something goes wrong, the other party will definitely respond.

Seeing this situation clearly, even Christine regretted it now.

Reese's head was spinning quickly, but couldn't find a better way to get out. At this time, someone interrupted and said: "Who are you? This is what a nobleman did. I think if your etiquette teacher knows, he should be ashamed to death for what you did."

The blond man's eyes seemed to burst into flames, and when he looked at the voice, it was a silver-haired man in broken armor. He felt a little familiar, as if he had seen this person somewhere, but couldn't remember for a while. He also added alcohol as a mischief, and said with a grinning smile: "Who is Lao Tzu? It's up to you to ask. If you want to get ahead, you have to weigh yourself!"

He screamed: "Abolish him, I will be responsible for anything!"

Before his companion acted, he heard a roar: "It's so noisy, you **** flies!"

Hubble stood up abruptly, and he stood up almost to the ceiling of the bar. When the cold wind suddenly picked up, Hubble picked up the decapitation knife lying beside it and was about to cut it down at the blond man. The blond man suddenly contracted his pupils, his heart beat sharply, and he dared not move as if he had encountered a natural enemy. However, the knife never fell, because the silver-haired man reached out and stopped in front of Hubble.

Allen whispered: "Put the knife down and I will deal with it."

"This kind of scum~www.readwn.com~ cut him down and it will be over, you are really troublesome." Hubble complained and complained, but he knew not to be too ostentatious, even if his image at the moment was deeply remembered. He sat back and continued to drink the wine Christine gave him.

Allen took a step forward at this time and looked at the people around him and said loudly: "I am Alan Bethkod, these two are my friends. Whoever troubles them is equivalent to trouble me. But if you ask me Trouble, the ending will not be too happy. This is the end, I invite you all to have a drink."

He looked at the blond man again: "What do you say?"

The blond man was shocked by Hubble first, and now he heard that Alan was from Beskod, and suddenly remembered that the man who was rumored to be close to Catherine was not born in Beskod, and had striking silver hair. . It seemed that the person in front of him was right, and he murmured: "Naturally."

He is indeed a nobleman, but the family is far from being comparable to Bethkod's behemoth, and naturally he is not so stupid to provoke Alan.

(Seven hundred chapters, will it be far away from a thousand chapters~~)

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