Los Santos, Little Seoul, Palomino Street.

Outside a bar called "The Big Riot", through the crack in the door, you can vaguely hear some noise coming from inside.

The space inside the bar is not too big. But although the bar is small, it has all the necessary features.

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

Compared with the bustle at the pool table and darts, the bar is a bit deserted.

There was no trace of the bartender in the bar, only three white men with unruly looks occupying the bar, drinking beer and chatting.

"Damn Chinese guy! If you hadn't stopped me, I would have punched him in the stomach a few more times to show him the consequences of offending us!"

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

"Fuck you, John, if I let you continue to fight, there will be trouble if anyone is killed..."

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

"Let's see how much money he has on him!"

"How much can it be? We just got his salary a few days ago, and now we may only have a few steel coins left in our wallet..."

The man with the nose ring who did not believe in evil opened his wallet and found that there were only a few crumpled one-dollar bills inside.

"What a poor man! If I were the president, I would definitely issue a decree to drive all these guys who are as thin as monkeys and steal all the jobs out of the country!"

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

"Fuck you!"

As they talked, the three people showing their middle fingers to each other burst out laughing:

"Hahaha…"

...

At the same time, in the alley at the back door of the bar.

Under the dim moonlight, you can vaguely see a garbage pile made of black garbage bags stacked up against the wall at the back door of the bar.

Many flies are still lingering in the sky.

However, lying on the stinking garbage heap was an Asian man with his eyes tightly closed, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Scenes like this are commonplace for any Los Santos person.

Either it was a drunk who was unconscious, or it was a corpse that had been robbed and killed.

No matter which of the situations it is, for those who don’t want to get into trouble, it’s better to stay away from it.

What's more, how could anyone come to this dark alley...

"Hiss! Why does it hurt so much..."

At this moment, there was a murmur, and the man lying on the garbage pile with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes!

Lu Qi, who had just traveled through time, couldn't help but take a breath of pain as he felt pain all over his body.

He did not lower his head to check the injuries on his body, but immediately wanted to see his surroundings clearly.

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

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

What comes into view are black garbage bags full of garbage!

In one of the slightly opened garbage bags, you could vaguely see smelly eggs and food residue that looked like vomit.

Only then did he realize that his entire body was lying in the garbage.

Trying to hold his breath and resisting the urge to feel queasy, Lu Qi put his hands on the ground and climbed up from the garbage pile tremblingly.

"What bad luck..."

While muttering, Lu Qi supported the wall, stood up, and left the pile of garbage that had been with him for who knows how long.

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

"bar?"

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

Touching his swollen and sore cheek again, Lu Qi looked thoughtful, without any hesitation, he reached out to push 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 crazily.

The two of them were so intoxicated that they didn't notice Lu Qi.

Of course, Lu Qi didn't intend to disturb the two hungry people, so he turned directly into the men's room next to the corridor.

Judging from the decoration of the bar, the skin color and dress of the two people, Lu Qi immediately confirmed a piece of information: 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 a handsome Asian man about 20 years old.

"Fortunately, it's still a familiar skin color..."

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

The right cheek was bruised, and the left eye socket was slightly swollen; the corner of the eyebrow was cracked, and blood fell from it, leaving a blood mark on the side of the face...

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

However, from the pain radiating from every part of his body and the fact that he was just lying on the garbage heap, it was obvious that he should be the loser.

After collecting the basic information, Lu Qi turned on the faucet and simply washed the scars and blood on his face with water.

Throwing away the crumpled toilet paper, Lu Qi stood in front of the mirror and pursed his lips:

"Okay, now it's time to find yourself again..."

After walking out of the toilet and walking through the corridor, Lu Qi came to the bar lobby.

At a glance, there were about a dozen customers in the entire bar. With such a number of people, it was neither too lively nor too deserted.

Most of the people were gathered around the darts game and the pool table.

One of the black men was holding a pool cue in his hand and was about to hit the ball. When he saw Lu Qi, he couldn't help but asked in surprise:

"Alex?! Why are you looking like this? Have you been robbed?"

"Well…"

Even Lu Qi, who had experienced such a thing before, was a little confused when he was suddenly called by an unknown person using a name he had never heard of before.

However, he quickly reacted and responded casually:

"maybe…"

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

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

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

"I didn't expect that kid to be able to take a beating... I thought that kid would stay in the garbage dump and sleep for a while longer..."

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

Hearing this, the muscular man sitting in the middle smiled disdainfully and said to his companion: "It seems that I started too lightly..."

Looking at Lu Qi who was talking to the guest, the muscular man smiled sadly, then stood up from the high chair, patted his companion on the shoulder and said:
Chapter completed!