Chapter 700 Bar Disturbance

Chapter 700

"So, this is the new partner you met on the Rin Frost Star?"

In one of the bars in the living area of ​​the Sunrise, the lights were dim, and several men and women were twisting their waists on the dance floor. Go online if you like. A slow song with a soothing melody was playing on the speaker, and Alan shook the wine glass in his hand to the beat of the music. Reese looked at Hubble, who was still wearing an armor not far away and obviously occupied a corner, with an astonishing aura. The Catu was obviously fascinated by the contents of the glass, opened a gap in his helmet, and then poured the wine into his mouth one after another.

"That guy is very powerful. Although I'm not good at fighting, but my vision is not bad. If I'm not mistaken, he must have a level 20?" Reese said enviously: "How lucky are you? It’s so good, you can find such a fierce man with just one dig!”

"It's not a random dig, it's from a fight." Allen said half-jokingly.

On the other side, Hubble drank freely. He occupied several seats by himself, and some people couldn't see it. He wanted to negotiate, but when he saw Hubble's beheading knife next to him, he shrank his neck and retreated. If that knife is used to cut people, it can definitely cut people to bloody blood. So there seemed to be a restricted area around Hubble, and no one dared to approach it. Allen was thinking that he should get this big guy back, lest he be too conspicuous and attract other people's attention. At this time, Christine walked to Hubble, Hubble stopped suddenly, and then shot a sharp light from the helmet.

"What are you looking at, big man. It's boring to drink alone, do you want to come together?" Christine asked the bartender to bring a bottle of brandy, and waved it in front of the Catu people.

Hubble tilted his head, and then said, "I'm not a big man, I'm Hubble."

"Okay, Hubble, I'll buy you a drink."

"One cup is enough, I want a bottle!" Hubble patted the bar, and the metal bracket under the oak table immediately groaned in pain.

Without thinking about it, Christine pushed the bottle of wine in front of Hubble. The Catu was not polite, uncorked the wine and poured it into his mouth. After pouring down half a bottle, he hiccupped, shook his head and said, "Interesting, why do I feel dizzy?"

"That's because you're drunk." Christine picked up a glass of ale that had just been delivered, took a sip, and blushed on her face.

"What do you mean drunk?"

"It means drunk."

Allen shook his head, looked back and said, "Kristen seems to have something on her mind?"

"Women have things on their minds,

Brother, the difference is more and less, can speak or can not speak. Reese blinked and said, "Smart men don't go into a woman's mind, because that's asking for trouble." "

"Hey, trouble is coming." Reese's smile froze, and he put down his glass and said.

It turned out that several men smelling of alcohol walked towards Christine, and two of them separated Hubble from the girl. The Catus were savoring the taste of drunkenness, but they ignored it. Christine frowned and said, "Go away."

"Yo, the chick has a good temper, I like this kind of spicy enough." A blond young man put his hand on Christine's smooth thigh, touched it and said, "It's really slippery, tell me, chick. ,How much per night?"

"What did you say?" Christine's eyes turned cold, and the dagger stuck in the back of her waist fell into her hands somehow. The dagger turned around and pierced the man's hand with a cold light.

The man was also quite skilled, his palm retracted like lightning, so he didn't call Christine to hit it. His complexion changed, and he said, "Don't be ashamed, bitch. You civilians, you didn't come to the war to make money. Now there is a chance to make money, and you don't need to go to the battlefield. Where can you find such a good deal?"

Christine was about to shoot with a dagger in her hand, when Reese got in. He said to the men with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, my friend drank too much. I didn't hurt everyone. It's all right. How many drinks should I buy?"

"How many drinks?" The blond man laughed: "Stop joking, skinny man. Do you know who I am? I really don't know what the military department thinks, let you dirty flies in. Let me tell you , this matter is not just a few drinks, let that woman accompany us to drink. Otherwise, I will make you look good."

Anger flashed in Reese's eyes, but at this moment everyone in the bar was attracted by what happened here. Here, nobles and commoners are easily distinguished. Those who came from aristocratic backgrounds are not well-dressed. In comparison, commoners dress more casually. Some didn't even remove their armor, which still bore traces of war. Seeing the dispute here, those of commoner origin chose to keep a low profile, and those who showed strong interest were almost all nobles.

Obviously, if something goes wrong, the other party will definitely respond.

Seeing this situation clearly, even Christine now has some regrets.

Reese's head was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't find a better way to get out. At this time, someone interrupted: "Who are you? You are shouting and drinking like this. Could it be that a nobleman did it? I think, if your etiquette teacher knows, he should be ashamed of what you did to death."

The blond man's eyes seemed to spew fire, but when he looked at the voice, it was a silver-haired man wearing broken armor. He felt a little familiar, as if he had seen this person somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while. With the addition of alcohol, he smiled grimly and said, "It's not up to you to ask me who I am, if you want to stand out, you have to weigh yourself!"

He screamed: "Abolish him, I will be responsible for anything!"

Before his companion could move, he heard a growl: "It's so noisy, you bloody flies!"

Hubble standing next to him stood up abruptly, almost touching the ceiling of the bar. The cold wind suddenly picked up, and Hubble picked up the beheading knife placed beside him, and was about to chop off at the blond man. The blond man's pupils constricted suddenly, his heart beat violently, and he dared not move as if he had encountered a natural enemy. However, the knife never fell, because the silver-haired man stretched out his hand and stopped Hubble.

Allen said softly: "Put down the knife, and I will deal with it."

"This kind of scum, if you cut him down, it's over, you guys are so troublesome." Hubble complained, but he still knew not to be too ostentatious, even though his image at this moment has been deeply remembered by others. He sat back and continued to drink the wine Christine gave him.

Alan took a step forward at this time, looked at the people around him and said loudly: "I am Alan Bethkind, and these two are my friends. Whoever troubles them is tantamount to trouble me. And whoever troubles me Trouble, it's not going to be a happy ending. That's all for now, and I'll buy you a drink."

He looked at the blond man again: "What do you say?"

The blond man was first shocked by Hubble, and now he heard that Alan was from Bethkind, and suddenly remembered that the man who was rumored to be close to Catherine was from Bethkind, and had striking silver hair . It seemed that the person in front of him was right, and he murmured: "Of course."

He is indeed a nobleman, but his family is far from being comparable to a behemoth like Bethkind, so naturally he would not be stupid enough to provoke Allen.

(Seven hundred chapters, can it be far from one thousand chapters~~)

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