Great Single Player of the Heavens

　　Los Santos, Little Seoul, Palomino Street.

　　 Outside a bar named "Great Riot", through the crack of the door, you can vaguely hear a little noise coming from inside.

　　 The space inside the bar is not too big. But the sparrow is small and complete.

　　 The necessary bar entertainment facilities, such as pool tables, arcade machines, karaoke machines, and darts are all available.

　　Compared with the crowds on the billiard table and darts, the front of the bar is somewhat deserted.

　　 The bartender in the bar is nowhere to be seen, only three white men with unscrupulous faces occupying the bar, drinking beer and chatting.

　　 "Damn the Chinese guy! If it wasn't for you to stop me, I would definitely give him a few more punches in the stomach, let him see, the consequences of offending us!"

　　 While talking, the muscular man sitting in the middle bulged the biceps of his arms to his companions on both sides.

　　 "Fuck you, John, if you continue to fight, it will be troublesome..."

　　 was sitting on the right, with a nose ring on his nose. The white man in a baseball uniform took out a slightly worn wallet and raised his head to the two companions:

　　 "Let us see how much money he has!"

　　 "How much can there be, we just took his salary a few days ago, and now there may only be a few steel trowels left in the wallet..."

　　 The unbelieving nose ring man opened his wallet and found that there were only a few crumpled dollars in it.

　　 "Really a deadly poor ghost! If I were the president, I would definitely issue a decree to drive these guys who are as thin as monkeys and rob all of their jobs out of this country!"

　　 "I agree. But if you can become president, then I will be a billionaire..."

　　 "Fuck you M's!"

　　 said as they talked, the three people who compared their middle fingers to each other burst into laughter:

　　 "Hahaha..."

　　. . .

　　 At the same time, in the alley behind the bar.

　　 Under the hazy moonlight, you can vaguely see the wall of the back door of the bar, which is a pile of black garbage bags stacked one by one.

　　 Many flies are still lingering in the sky.

　　 However, on the foul-smelling garbage dump lies an Asian man with his eyes closed and he does not know his life or death.

　　 Such a picture is sparse and common to any Los Santos.

　　 Either a drunk who was drunk and unconscious, or a corpse that was robbed and killed by the way.

　　 In either case, it’s better to stay away from people who don’t want to get into trouble.

　　 What's more, this dark alley, where will anyone come...

　　 "Hi! Why is it so painful..."

　　 At this moment, there was a whisper, the man who was lying on the **** heap and closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes!

　　 The pain from all over his body caused Lu Qi, who had just passed through, to breathe in cold air.

　　 He didn't look down at the injuries on his body, but for the first time, he wanted to see his surroundings clearly.

　　 When he tried to open his eyes wide, with a gleam of moonlight, he could clearly see where he was-a dark alley.

　　 The stench that kept getting into his nose made Lu Qi frown, and then looked to his side.

　　 What you see is a black garbage bag full of garbage!

　　 In one of the slightly opened garbage bags, you can also vaguely see foul-smelling eggs and food residues that look like vomit.

　　 At this time, he realized that his whole person was lying in the garbage.

　　 tried to hold his breath, resisting the urge of stomach nausea, Lu Qi put his hands on the ground, and tremblingly got up from the garbage dump.

　　 "Unlucky..."

　　 While muttering, Lu Qi stood up while supporting the wall, and left the pile of trash that had been with him for an unknown period of time.

　　 Looking around, Lu Qi immediately noticed the back door of the bar next to him, and the noise faintly coming from the crack of the door.

　　 "Bar?"

　　 At this time, he couldn't help but look down at the black apron on his lower body, and he was puzzled: "Am I the bartender here?"

　　 touched the faintly painful cheek again, Lu Qi thoughtfully, without any hesitation, stretched out his hand to open the door and walked in.

　　 As soon as he entered the bar, Lu Qi saw a man and a woman leaning against the wall in the corridor, sucking each other's lips frantically.

　　The two of them were intoxicated, but they didn't notice Lu Qi.

　　 Of course, Lu Qi didn't intend to disturb the two hungry and thirsty, so he turned into the men's room on the side of the corridor.

　　 Judging from the decoration of the bar, the skin color and dress of the two, Lu Qi immediately confirmed a message: This is not China.

　　 Standing in front of the mirror, Lu Qi finally saw his appearance: black hair, yellow skin, and black eyes.

　　 In the mirror, there is an Asian man in his twenties who looks handsome.

　　 "It's okay, it's still a familiar skin color..."

　　 However, what made Lu Qi frown was that his face was covered with scars.

　　 The right cheek was bluish and the left eye socket was slightly swollen; the corner of the eyebrow was broken, the blood slipped, leaving a blood mark on the side of the face...

　　 At first glance, people who didn't know thought that Lu Qi had just ended a very fierce fight.

　　 However, the pain coming from all over his body, and the fact that he was lying on the garbage pile just now, it is clear that he should be the one who lost.

　　 The basic information was almost collected, and Lu Qi opened the faucet casually, and briefly washed the scars and blood on his face with water.

　　 threw away the squeezed toilet paper, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, Lu Qi stood in front of the mirror, and the corner of his mouth pressed:

　　 "Well, then, it's time to find myself again..."

　　 Out of the toilet, through the corridor, Lu Qi came to the lobby of the bar.

　　 At a glance, there are about a dozen guests in the entire bar. This number of people is not too lively, nor too deserted.

　　 And most people are concentrated on dart games and pool tables.

　　 One of the black men who was about to hit the ball with a billiard cue in his hand, saw Lu Qi and asked in surprise:

　　 "Alex?! Why do you look like this? Have you been robbed?"

"Uh…"

　　 was suddenly called himself by someone he didn't know, by a name that he hadn't heard of. Even Lu Qi, who had already experienced this kind of thing, was a little dazed.

　　 However, he quickly reacted and responded casually:

"maybe…"

　　 Several guests who seemed to be more familiar with Lu Qi asked him about his situation.

　　 On the other side, the three people sitting in front of the bar also noticed the voice, and turned around and looked to this side.

　　 The man with the nose ring was also a little surprised when he saw Lu Qi, "Huh? It's the Chinese guy!"

　　 "I didn't expect that kid could be beaten... I thought that kid would still be in the trash and sleep for a while..."

　　 "John, your fist seems to be much softer than before."

　　 Hearing the words, the muscular man sitting in the middle smiled disdainfully, and said to his companion next to him: "It seems that I still act too lightly..."

　　Looking at Lu Qi who was talking to the guest, the muscular man gave a sad smile, then got up from the high chair, patted his companion on the shoulder, and said:

　　 "Go! Let's go and have some fun again!"