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The bartender acted like he did not hear Ye Zheng's request and smiled. He then picked up a bottle of brandy and, like an acrobatic, poured the alcohol into a crystal glass filled with ice.

"Palm Hotel on Qiongdingdao, you once said: If I have anything, I can directly come to the bunker bar to find you."

Ye Zheng said.

"Change the music!" What are you all putting on? "Humph, humph, your father is about to fall asleep!"

At one of the tables sat two burly, drunken men. One of them opened his arms wide and shouted at the bartender.

"Throw them out?"

Ye Zheng asked.

The Bartender shook his head in a reserved manner.

A young waiter turned to look at the bartender. The bartender smiled and said to the two drunkards, "You two, order some songs."

The burly man consecutively announced the names of several songs. They were all the latest pop songs about drool and dance music from the square, the most vulgar kind.

The bartender shook his head, indicating that there were no downloads of these songs in the bar.

"Tell me, what are the songs in this lousy bar?"

"The waltz, and the light music."

"It doesn't suit your style," the bartender said.

"Bastard!"

A drunk threw a glass at the bartender.

The Bartender smiled modestly. He didn't flinch.

As if he had grown eyes at the back of his head, Ye Zheng nimbly grabbed the cup.

"Thank you."

the bartender said.

Ye Zheng sighed, broke off a piece of glass from the cup and drew a seven-pointed star on the table.

The Bartender's smile froze.

"It's indeed difficult to draw a seven-pointed star in one stroke. I've practiced it for a long time."

Ye Zheng said, "If it's a pentagram or a hexagram, it would be much easier."

"Where did you see this pattern?"

The Bartender's tone was harsh.

The two big men were shouting and cursing not too far away, but it was as if he didn't hear them.

"Southeast Asia, Siamese."

Ye Zheng said.

The bartender's expression was gloomy, he raised his head and looked Ye Zheng in the eye, and said: "What's going on?"

"In the forest of Siamese, I was happily chasing down a bunch of drug lords. Like so many bloody stories, the boss of the drug lord was a corrupt military officer, so I killed that officer while I was at it. "

Ye Zheng said casually, but the bartender knew that the fierce battle must have been one that shook the world, with life and death hanging by a thread.

Ye Zheng paused for a moment, then continued: "The people of Siamese are obviously not satisfied with me, they have sealed off all the paths, and are chasing me everywhere. Then I was met by two chatty men and women who admired me, talked to me about theology, and taught me to paint seven-pointed stars. "

"Who are they?"

The Bartender's expression was solemn.

"A woman is very beautiful, like a mixed race. She calls herself Man Shu Sha Hua, a flower from hell that seems to be able to hypnotize people. Her companion seems to be from the East Ocean Continent, and her fighting style is very weird. When you use your palm to chop people up, you don't even need to touch their bodies to cut their skin. "

Ye Zheng said with a smile.

"Man Shu? And Dragon One? "

The bartender's voice was hollow and hoarse, as if he came from a faraway place. "Brother Ye, you have such a great face …"

"You know them?"

Ye Zheng stared intently into his eyes.

The bartender did not speak. He suddenly reached out his hand at lightning speed, targeting the pulse on Ye Zheng's wrist!

Just at that moment, Ye Zheng's reaction was equally fast, and used a crystal cup to replace his wrist.

"Crack!"

With a crack, the cup was crushed to pieces. The Bartender's clenched fist began to drip with blood.

"Don't use too much strength."

Ye Zheng sneered.

The Bartender's smile returned to his face, and he spread open his palms to pluck a few pieces of glass from his bloody palms. There was, however, no hint of pain.

He lowered his head, looked at his hands, and slowly said. "Man Shu and Dragon One has exchanged blows with Brother Ye?"

"A few rounds."

Ye Zheng said: "The two of them want to give me some chicken soup, and let me join the Heptagram Group."

"What's your reply?"

the bartender asked.

"You must have learned my true identity from Gao Xiaowen."

Ye Zheng giggled: "I don't like to join any mysterious religious organizations."

"You were unharmed by Man Shu and Dragon One's pincer attack?"

The Bartender looked surprised.

"I reacted faster."

Ye Zheng said.

The bartender stared straight into Ye Zheng's eyes, wanting to know if he was lying.

Ye Zheng stared back at him without flinching.

At this moment, a violent, drunken man pushed open the table and approached the bar, ready to grab the Bartender by the collar.

The bartender and Ye Zheng focused on their conversation, completely forgetting about the two drunkards who were provoking them.

"Ouch!"

The big sized man grimaced in pain. Ye Zheng had caught his wrist with two fingers, he only felt his own pulse being clamped by iron pliers.

If the drunk man was awake, he would have retreated. However, at this moment, he was confused and did not know the depth of the situation. He reached out for the bottle on the table, preparing to smash Ye Zheng's head.

Suddenly, the drunkard caught the Bartender's eye and froze.

The good-natured bartender's eyes shone with a cruel light, as if he were a beast wearing the skin of a human.

The drunkard had the bottle in his hand, but he didn't have the guts to hit it.

His companion swears as he approached. He was intimidated by the bartender's stare and didn't dare to move a muscle.

The two drunkards just stood there blankly, like two clumsy statues.

"Good eye."

Ye Zheng did not mind, and mocked.

The bartender's eyes were fierce, but his voice was calm and amiable. "Could the two of you leave?"

"Right... We were going to go out … "

One of the drunkards woke up from his drunken stupor and helped his companion to escape.

The bartender looked at Ye Zheng, and his eyes regained his smile.

Suddenly, Ye Zheng understood. The bartender doesn't trust him?

If my guess is correct, the organization that the bartender is from knows the background and abilities of Man Shu and Dragon One, and doesn't believe that Ye Zheng can retreat safely under their pincer attack.

They would definitely suspect that Ye Zheng had already gone with the "Seven-pointed Star".

The organization has reached some kind of agreement, and has even become a member of it... " I want to see Gao Xiaowen. "

Ye Zheng said.

"She may not want to see you."

The Bartender's tone was taunting.

"Then, what about Xiao Chuhuan?"

Ye Zheng asked.

"She is your enemy, as well as ours."

the bartender said.

"Who the hell are you people?"

Ye Zheng's tone became serious: "Up till now, I still can't figure out whether you are friends or enemies."

The bartender didn't answer. He picked up a piece of broken glass and drew a rune on the counter.

It took Ye Zheng a long time to realise that it was a trident.

"Haha, your talent in painting is obviously not as good as mine."

Ye Zheng ridiculed.