The flickering neon signs are two girls who are turning into one piece. This is the signboard of Mainhof's largest bar, [Bichi Tornado]. When Mainhof's villains drank too much, they mostly thought this was a happy place:

For example, the creaking metal steps, the strong smell of alcohol, and other happy villains.

But when they were sober, this place was not so happy. It was where ore and many black market transactions occurred. The famous mercenary leader Scutter-O’Bannon managed the bar, so it was still a famous slave market. Many ignorant unlucky guys turned into slaves and were sent to the Dead Port of O’Bannon.

This is also part of Lehman's plan.

Lehman walked to the door of the bar, looked up at the strong man like a tower at the door, reached out and stuffed a few golden crystal rich mines into his hand and said:

"I'll go have fun after work, I'll invite you."

The big man immediately smiled like a clear sky and waved his hand to let Lehman in. After Lehman entered, his bright smile immediately became as fatal as the clear sky of Mainhof. He immediately notified the people inside of him that a fat sheep was.

The music that shook Lehman's bones in the bar was shaking made him feel uncomfortable, and the air was filled with the smell of pungent cigarettes and alcohol. Perhaps some villains would find this smell happy, but Lehman just felt uncomfortable, which gave him the illusion of whether he had been with the Dark Templars for too long that he was not like a human.

However, he quickly denied that idea - he was not such a person, and he hated disco bars before traveling through time. But now he needed this environment. Lehman took a deep breath, recalled the bar experience he had with his brother a few times since he arrived in this world, and walked inside.

Inside the bar, Lehman is on the left side of the bar, on the right side of the casino, and in the middle is the stage. On the top, the boys and girls under Obanon are wearing cool clothes on top, dancing, teasing the guests below. Lehman walked to a seat in front of the stage and patted the guy sitting there on the shoulder:

"You've sat in my seat."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" The villain sitting there raised his head, looking at Lehman with his eyebrows high and low eyes.

"I said," Lehman approached a little, lifted his clothes, and let the other party see the machete on his waist, "You're in my seat."

As a result, the villain sitting there burst into laughter and regarded Lehman as a newcomer. He glanced Lehman with contempt, twisted his butt on the rotating chair, turned around to face Lehman and slashed his legs. The huge metal belt buckle that covered the legs was flipped up, revealing the two short barrels below, and then grinned at Lehman:

"Now this seat is mine, get out."

Lehman shrugged his shoulders, punched him at the moment when the other party turned around, and directly knocked him out. The villain who was knocked away knocked away a dancer in high heels like a bowling ball, and then opened a door behind the stage, causing the men and women who were performing private performances to scream. The whole stage suddenly became full of chaos, and two security guards in power armor rushed over immediately.

But to everyone's surprise, they did not shoot Lehman, the troublemaker, but instead made a call, pointed to the second floor of the bar, Lehman nodded and followed in obediently--his goal has been achieved, there is no need to make trouble anymore.

The second floor was much quieter, with thick armor plates and filling layers clearly acting as soundproofing. Lehman guessed that this was the place to talk about business, so when he saw the hot cocktail girl with long pink hair behind the bar, he felt a little uncomfortable---this character shouldn't appear here, something was wrong.

The long pink-haired bartender girl seemed to be at most teenagers. She gave Lehman a pretty provocative look, then took out a bottle of famous brand whiskey produced by Slow, which made Lehman's eyes jump, poured a glass, and then threw the whiskey into a large glass of beer with a thud.

"Please." The girl gently picked up the big glass of beer in front of Lehman, and then walked to Lehman himself and looked at Lehman with a dangerous charm.

If it were normal, Lehman might be happy to taste the taste of his hometown, but he was not in this mood at this time, so under the other party's somewhat surprised gaze, he drank the liter of beer and whiskey mixture in one breath, and then gently tapped the table with his fingertips.

"This is a surprising way to drink. I'm curious how long you can last," the pink-haired girl quickly adjusted a large beer and slid in front of Lehman. "So, what do you call you, respected sir?"

"Echio, Echio Auditore," Lehman said a pseudonym he had used, raised his glass, and asked before drinking, "What do you call you Miss?"

"Mila-Han."

puff!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lehman almost choked himself to death, and he almost got all the beer sprayed out was held back at the last moment. He coughed for a while before looking up at the pink girl with a little surprised look at the moment--through the long wavy pink hair, dark skin and a pair of eyes that looked a little tender at this time, he tried hard to find the shadow of the fierce mercenary leader in the future.

As a result, he really found it. If the pink hair in front of him had short hair and had an electronic eye, Ocular-Int, it would be a bit fierce, and it would be the famous Mira Han who would play poker and pay for him in the future.

Mira Han was also a little scared at this time. She was one of the people who had monitored Lehman before. She had seen the other party's terrifying combat power. The way the other party knew her made her a little worried. She thought about it in her heart and confirmed that she had not killed the other party's entire family and did not owe the other party a lot of money. She felt a little relieved, but she still held the shotgun under the bar with one hand on guard.

Lehman also recovered at this time. He only knew that Mira, South Korea and Japan were the mercenary leaders of the Dead Hong Kong, but he didn't know where Mira had a life before. Now it seems that he has found the answer - the famous Mira, Han, is also working for others at this time. Of course, what he didn't know is that Mira is already a mercenary and is not an employee of O'Bannon.

"Sorry, your name is the same as my creditor, I'm a little surprised, sorry." Lehman lied and raised his glass to signal.

"Since I don't owe you money, then, Echio," Mira sighed, and she leaned over and looked at Lehman almost with her face close to her face. "You are here in Meinhof, not here to drink, can you tell me why you asked Obanon for this special way, is it my colleague?"

"No, no, of course not," Lehman waved his hand. He understood at this point. Mira should have been hired by this O'Bannon at this moment. "I'm not here to grab the business, but there is something I want to cooperate with, which is naturally related to minerals."

"Mr. Obannon will be happy to hear another idea to make a fortune," Mira Han stood up straight, wrapped his arms around his chest, and looked at Lehman sarcastically, "Of course it's after you wake up."

Hearing Mira's words, Lehman took a breath and immediately possessed himself through the Nianbo. The little guy who had just analyzed the toxins in the wine gave an order - forcing his body into a coma, and then awakened himself when the other party tried to awaken himself.

Lehman fell to the ground all of a sudden, and Mira also let out a big breath, took out a terminal and reported it to her boss at this time.
Chapter completed!