"You dare to fool me?"

The leader's expression changed drastically and he was slapped, and he finally couldn't lose face in front of his younger brother. It was one thing that he could not see through the other party's background and was cautious, and it was another thing that he could swallow his anger after being fooled. If he could tolerate it in this situation, then he would probably not be able to maintain his supreme words in front of these hands.

I looked at him calmly, and stood behind the bar with my hands as steady as Mount Tai and poured wine.

"Don't be too sensitive. The person I mentioned did come to me three days ago and left after having a meal. But I haven't seen him since then."

The leader wanted to speak, but saw me pushing four glasses of transparent and colorless liquid, and a burst of wine scent kept drilling into their nostrils.

Most of the tequilas in the public's impression are liquids between golden and amber. In fact, the newly distilled tequila new wine is completely transparent and colorless. The color of the tequila seen on the market is deepened because it is stored in oak barrels or because it is added with caramel.

As for tequila, there is no minimum aging period requirement, and it is only classified according to the aging method. Therefore, the white tequila I made here is a new wine that is completely unaged, but the aroma of the wine is not inferior at all.

This leader looked as sank as water, and he looked quite scheming. He could be called a qualified leader even if he looked like this. Then the three subordinates behind him did not have such good cultivation.

The two men sitting next to him looked like old alcoholics, their noses kept slidding, and their eyes were full of alcohol. The guy who was venturing by the door also quietly approached here, fearing that they would be left out while drinking.

Seeing that the sound of his subordinates swallowing was almost louder than the sound of the wind turbine at the door, he had to suppress the stern first and smiled reluctantly and said, "Boss, your wine here is good! Then I'm not polite!"

Then he picked up the wine glass and drank it all, looking very proud. When his subordinates saw the leader drinking, they hurriedly drank it one after another, and did not dare to delay for a moment.

I saw them dry tequila in one sip and asked with a smile, "How is it? The store's speciality is still strong enough?"

The leader's face turned red in an instant, and a few words were squeezed out from his teeth: "Enough...enough...cough..."

Then he forced his cough back without showing any fear. His three subordinates almost got up and were coughing behind him, almost coughing out their lungs.

The tequila I brewed by myself has been distilled twice, and the alcohol content itself is not low. The wine that has not matured and aged in the wooden barrel is transparent and colorless. Although it smells fragrant, it tastes very choking. I have to add water and honey to enjoy it.

What's more, in order to give them a warning, I deliberately served the most delicious pulp. The wine was sipped by them without knowing the details, and I didn't believe they could sit there arrogantly and question me.

After being operated by me in secret, their aura of entering the door was completely depressed. The leader himself sat upright, and his subordinates were all disinterested and wanted to drink.

The leader's eyes turned and suddenly said something that seemed completely unrelated, "Ahem... Boss, although your wine tastes big, it tastes really good. It's much stronger than the horse urine in Shisongzhuang!"

I poured them another glass of wine and asked calmly, "What do you say? Is the wine from Shisongzhuang completely unsuitable?"

The leader shook his head and said, "That place is a group of muddy guys who often sell us some beer mixed with water. The taste is so light that it can't smell alcohol. If you drink too much, you still have to go to the bathroom."

Under the influence of alcohol, his accomplices around him also put down their fierce expressions of frowning and staring at me, and said to me with a little open heart: "That's it. Those people's hearts are too dark. The goods we snatched with hard work have turned into old sheepskins, broken pottery bowls, rotten iron, and can't even replace half a pound of tobacco."

I cursed in my heart, "How dare a group of robbers say that others are ill-hearted? You, a robber, will you even meet robbers. Isn't this person a fool?"

I looked at it intently and a status bar soon appeared on the person.

“People name: Lentia Lavigodo

Faction: Andernawara faction, Reloading Hand Cord

Male, physiological age 37 years old and 113 days

Young: Children with autism

Adult: Town Privateer

Features: suckers, addicted obsession, greed”

And the attributes of this sucker are as follows: "Ravigodo is easily deceived, so the businessmen like to do business with him."

...This person is really a fool!

I smiled slightly: "This guest, my tavern is open here. I like to drink and can come over at any time to ensure that the common people are free."

Just bring enough money.

The leader glared at his subordinate who had changed his subject and continued to smile and said without a smile: "Boss, why haven't I seen your tavern before?"

I said helplessly: "It's just opened, and you've come early. Do you guys often pass by here?"

The leader shook his head and said, "There is no grass in this Gobi desert. There will be no one passing by. Boss, if you open a tavern here, the business will be very bleak."

He said with a point of view: "You have the skill of making wine, why stay in this ghost place? If you are willing to join us in the loading hand collar, I will definitely recommend you to the mayor to become the exclusive wine merchant in the town!"

Is this going to recruit me?

I shook my head: "You're a little far away. I'm a bit out of the way. I'm a bit introverted, so it's better to stay here alone."

The leader shook his wine glass and whispered his mouth, "Boss, you may not know much about this land. Those who try to go to the single gang are dead, and no one can protect them, may not see the sun the next day. Unless there are towns like us, relying on our town guards to protect your legal property."

I laughed in my heart. I have seen your attribute bar clearly. You are obviously a bunch of "private players". To put it bluntly, they are professional robbers, but they dare to call themselves guards?

I pretended to be embarrassed and said, "No way... I'm poor here, who would want to rob me?"

The leader's eyes had a strange light - it was a greedy look, "Boss, although your things and broken houses are not worth much, you can not only make wine, but also build generators. This is the best cargo in the wasteland..."

I pretended to be shocked, "No...no, then didn't you say Shisongzhuang is still doing business nearby to make money? Can't I do business honestly like them?"

The leader's face was like spring breeze and rain: "The boss, you don't know anything. The existence of Shisongzhuang is just a trade point we acquiesced to, responsible for selling goods and making money for us. However, their appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and they dare to privately collude with the stinky pirates in the Sabershui Bay..."

The threatening meaning in his words became more and more obvious, and finally it was the moment when the map was revealed. He only heard him say coldly, "So those people who were overestimating their abilities have been killed by us with the town of Shisongzhuang..."
Chapter completed!