A cold notification sounded in his mind. This was not the first time Lu Qi had encountered it.

His expression didn't change at all, he just stopped wiping the wine glass with his hand and listened.

Not a cheap suit, with a hint of wise eyes and a slightly tired face from time to time...

The middle-aged man sitting in front of the bar looked exactly like the hot man Lu Qi had expected.

Among the three people and one dog in GTA5, it is Michael Di Santa who is known as the "false winner in life" and the "Cuckold King of Los Santos"!

This old man who didn’t want to go home at night and always liked to hang out in bars and drink away his sorrows pointed at the wine glass and asked:

"Whiskey...are you Joseph's new bartender?"

After picking up a bottle of whiskey and filling the glass, Lu Qicai replied:

"Yes, you want to have a fight too?"

Hearing these somewhat irritating words, Michael was not angry. Instead, he raised his hands as if surrendering and said in a very grandiose manner:

"Wow, Jackie Chan, don't be so angry, I just want to have a chat with you..."

Shrugging, Lu Qi picked up the towel and wiped the wine glass again while saying:

"I don't chat with people I don't know. If you want to chat..."

Without Lu Qi having to finish, Michael took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, crossed the bar, and handed it to Lu Qi:

"Michael."

Looking at Michael's serious expression, Lu Qi just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then stretched out his hand and shook it.

"Alex."

After exchanging names, the two of them became acquainted.

Two people with different identities and different ages started chatting...

Like the black brother, Michael's focus on Lu Qi is more about his fighting ability.

People from any country have an inexplicable curiosity about the mysterious Eastern Kung Fu. Michael is no exception.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, one versus three...boy, you are really good at fighting. Tell me, are you Chinese Kung Fu?"

"It's one of the boxing techniques."

"Oh?! Does this boxing technique have a name?"

"Wing Chun."

The more we chatted, it seemed that Michael gradually became more and more interested in Lu Qi's story.

"With your skills, how can you hang out in a small bar like this?"

Lu Qi didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

After thinking about it for a while, I had no choice but to dismiss the problem with a seemingly meaningful sentence: "For the sake of life."

Michael didn't delve into it, but looked at Lu Qi deeply and continued to pour wine into his mouth...

Maybe he drank a little too much and was not so clear-headed; or maybe it was because Lu Qi seemed to be about the same age as his son Jimmy, so Mike unknowingly opened up the conversation.

"Boy, you look very young. Why don't you go to college and find yourself a decent job? I know that you Chinese are very sensitive to numbers and hard-working. No matter what you do, you are better than here.

In a drunkard's factory full of scum and assholes, it's much better to waste time..."

Hearing this, Lu Qi shrugged and pretended to be indifferent, "The life of a good kid in college is not suitable for me. I live quite well alone..."

"Ha, you are still young now, so it is normal to think like this. But when you get to my age, you will regret why you didn't listen to me..."

"But, what can I say? My own life is a mess, and I am not qualified to give life advice to others..."

As he spoke, Michael began to curse:

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!"

Seeing this, Lu Qi quickly spoke out to comfort him:

"Hey, Michael, relax...relax..."

After drinking another glass of whiskey, Michael, who calmed down a little, rested his elbows on the bar and began to mutter to himself:

"Speaking of which, I quite envy you. At least you won't have those bad things waiting for you when you go home..."

Looking at Michael's appearance as a decadent middle-aged uncle, Lu Qi couldn't help but sympathize with him.

Michael seems to have a wonderful life that others envy, like a winner in life.

However, his family is always his biggest headache.

His son, Jimmy, is a fat nerd who stays at home playing games and masturbating every day; his daughter, Tracy, is a rebellious girl who dreams of becoming a star all day long, takes drugs and has promiscuous sex.

What's even more outrageous is his wife, Amanda.

Amanda was a stripper before marrying Michael.

Although there is part of Michael's reason for this, it is undeniable that this is a woman who likes to have sex before or after marriage.

No man can bear to cuckold his husband everywhere. This kind of behavior is unbearable for any man.

This is why, compared to the gorgeously decorated mansion, Michael prefers to stay in noisy and shabby bars...

...

While drinking and chatting, Michael sat at the bar and stayed there until the bar closed.

After tidying up the tables and chairs in the bar and throwing all the garbage into the trash can at the back door, Lu Qicai came to the bar, patted Michael on the shoulder and said:

"Hey, man, I'm closing the door and getting off work. It's time for you to go home and go to bed."

Michael, who was lying on the bar, a little drunk, threw his hand away and muttered in a low voice:

"Go home? I'm not going back..."

Looking at Michael who was no longer sober, Lu Qi couldn't help but take a deep breath, took Michael's arm, and helped the middle-aged man who didn't want to go home.

"Let's go, I'll call a taxi for you"

After closing the bar door, Lu Qi helped Michael to the roadside and looked around, trying to find the taxi.

Under the dim street lights, a yellow taxi passed by. When it saw the two people, it stopped immediately.

After stuffing Michael into the back seat, Lu Qi didn't forget to ask him where he lived:

"Michael, where is your home?"

Fortunately, although Michael was a little drunk, he was not so drunk that he forgot his home address.

After scratching his somewhat hot face, Michael opened his mouth full of alcohol and said vaguely: "Lagu... Nass Avenue... No. 6..."

Lu Qi just put his ear to his mouth and heard the specific address.

Lu Qi helped the old man fasten his seat belt very considerately. Then he took out a twenty-dollar knife and handed it to the driver:

"No. 6, Lagunas Avenue. Help me get him home safely, okay?"

After taking the green banknotes, the driver made an OK gesture and promised: "No problem!"

Rumble…

After watching the taxi drive away, Lu Qi turned around and walked towards the residential area.

Walking on the streets of Los Santos in the early morning, listening to the sound of police sirens in the distance, Lu Qi remembered something very important.

The city beneath his feet was a city of crime, with endless crimes.

Looking around, looking at the passers-by hurriedly walking through the street with their heads lowered, Lu Qi couldn't help but laugh:
Chapter completed!