As Patch spoke, a beautiful cat girl happened to pass by. Patch, who hadn't had a long time of eating, suddenly lit up his eyes. He directly took the cat girl over, hugged her in his arms and teased her drunkenly: "Hey, beauty, what perfume is used today? It smells so good?"

Patch made a mistake here. He habitually thought that this was in his house and that he could pick up any beauty and chew it. However, in such a peach bar, the act of holding it over and teasing it without any money is very unpopular.

A hint of anger flashed across the Catgirl's face, but in a blink of an eye, he saw Patch as a federal person, and his anger retreated a little, and he snuggled in Patch's arms, giggling: "Guess what to do~"

Patch poked his head out of his lewd way, buried it in the Catwoman's big breast, took a deep breath, raised his head enjoyably, and sniffed his mouth, "No doubt, there is no need to guess, this is the classic Chanel No. 5."

The Catgirl showed a little surprise on her face, thinking that Patch probably had countless girls to read, and she could smell it as soon as she smelled it. Just as she was about to say something, Patch added: "It's just a copy."

Catgirl was a little unhappy. Patch was right. The Chanel No. 5 she sprayed was indeed a copy. The perfume of the old generation was not cheap. In this era of complete collapse, how could the peach-like girls in the bar afford such luxury goods? It was just a blend of experienced black merchants.

However, Cat Girl is also an old man. She rubbed Patch with her legs intentionally or unintentionally and said coquettishly: "You are so experienced, when can you give me a bottle~"

Patch and Marquis Charles both laughed after hearing this. With the financial resources of the Yingwei family, let alone a bottle of perfume, buying all the perfumes in the world now is just a matter of rubbing their fingers. The little money-loving grandpa didn't ask about this.

Patch took advantage of the alcoholic spirit and said boldly: "Don't say you're given a bottle, you'll be comfortable serving me. I'll book a factory to make perfume for you."

When the cat girl saw the common people dressed in the two, she thought that this was a bragging after drinking, and didn't take it seriously at all. She joked: "I'm not that greedy~ It's very satisfying if you can give me a bottle~"

"A small matter! I'll buy it for you in two days." Patch said, reaching his hand to the Catgirl's thigh, and smiled slutty, "Now, let me enjoy myself first."

"Hey!" As soon as the cat girl was touched the sensitive part, she immediately left Patch's arms, stroked her hair behind her ears, and said silently, "Handsome guy~ we have to charge first."

Patch was a little unhappy and his face suddenly pulled down: "Charge? What's the charge?"

The Cat Girl said: "Everything you do is charged. I just saw that you were kind-hearted, so I didn't mention it. If you continue to go down, you will have to charge."

Marquis Charles was very clever and afraid that Patch would get angry, so he quickly smiled and said, "No problem, give it to me, Master, I'll go and help you with the night."

"Stop!" Patch shouted sternly, called out to Marquis Charles, looked at the Catwoman coldly, and said, "It's always a woman who pays me! I feel comfortable serving me, and I'll give you a lot of Berry. If you feel uncomfortable, don't talk about money, I'll slap you in the face!"

Girls in the peach bar, or any service industry in Dawn, generally look down on imperial citizens, and have a tendency towards federal citizens.

But this tendency is not infinite. If you are a federal official, of course you will pay for it without any brainstorm. But if you are just a federal civilian, you may just be polite and give some small favors and other things. It is impossible to pay for it unconditionally. So what is the difference between doing charity? You have already closed down when you play bars like this.

The Cat Girl was polite to Patch before because of his obvious federal face, but when she saw that Patch didn't even mean to pay the money, her politeness was naturally gone.

The Catwoman no longer pretended to behave, and directly showed a look of contempt. He looked up and down at Patch and Marquis Charles in civilian costumes, and sneered and sarcastically: "It means you're here for free? Two poor guys who can't even get money. Is it the first time I'm here? I don't even look at where this place is!"

Patch's muscles twitched and stood up from his seat, stretched out his hand to point at the Catwoman's nose, and said with a grim face: "What did you call me just now?"

Catgirl believed that she had seen countless people. Judging from her clothes and words and deeds, Patch was just a young unsuccessful federal citizen. She immediately spat and mocked: "Call you poor! Are you not poor? You can't afford to spend thousands of Berries, and even told me what factory to pack. It's so funny."

The anger on Patch's face was extremely strong. When he reached the peak, all his expressions suddenly collapsed and became cold. Patch left his seat and staggeredly passed by Cat Girl.

The Cat Girl thought Patch was exposed and wanted to escape in shame. When she thought of being touched for no reason, she felt a little unbalanced. She was about to turn around and sarcastically whisper, but suddenly she felt something heavy hit her head, her eyes turned black and her legs were weak.

"Bang!" As the other drinkers exclaimed, Patch grabbed the bottle of the next table and suddenly bloomed on the Catgirl's head. Glass splattered, and some pierced into the scalp, gushing out a mixture of beer and blood.

"I am the Brigadier General of the Federal Heavy Industry Corps! I am the son of Grand Duke Yingweid! I am the next ruler of Dawn City!!! I am Patch!!!" Patch grabbed the new wine bottle like crazy, and slammed the Catgirl who was lying on the ground one by one, roaring like crazy, "Dare you to look down on me?! Dirty Empire Dog, you to look down on me??!!"

Patch hit him wildly. At first, the Cat Girl would scream miserably, but not long after, the skull was smashed, the brain burst, and the limbs twitched, and the lower body was also filled with incontinence liquid. But Patch still did not stop, roared desperately, smashed desperately, venting all the grievances and resentment he had suffered in recent days. Finally, he even raised his feet and stepped on the terrible head, until the whole head became ragged and did not stop.

The bar owner and the security guard noticed the noise here early. They wanted to use force, but they heard Patch's announcement of his identity. The bar owner was a knowledgeable person, not as low as the cat girl who was smashed to death. He soon noticed that this was really a trip to the eldest son of Patch. He was so scared that his legs were weak. He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Master Patch! Damn it, there are too many guests, I didn't notice that you are here, Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!"

Facing the bar owner who kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, Patch grabbed a new bottle and pointed at him and said hideously: "Come here."

The bar owner was scared and urinated. When he saw the bottle of wine in Patch's hand, he saw the head of the cat girl smashed by the bottle. He cried in fear: "Master Patch, the villain knows that he is wrong, so you can spare the villain's life!"

"I'll call you here! Do you dare to keep my orders??!!" Patch roared and took out the gun from his arms, pointing at the bar owner and said in a distorted manner, "Now, I will sentence you to death in the name of the Yingweid family!!!"
Chapter completed!