After a pause, Yang Yunfan continued: "However, I don't know much about his strength. Things in the cultivation world have little to do with things in the mercenary world."

Some of those outstanding mercenaries are not because of their high cultivation, but because they have excellent combat intuition.

Yang Yunfan said as he pushed open the bar door.

"Goal scored!"

"Alan Desagoyev! Our best boy!"

"CSKA Moscow, 1:0, temporarily leading Leverkusen!"

Yang Yunfan walked into a football bar. At this time, the TV was broadcasting the fifth round of the Champions League group stage between CSKA Moscow and Bayer Leverkusen.

When Yang Yunfan just entered the goal, CSKA Moscow's forward Alan Desagoyev had just scored a free kick.

This made the atmosphere in the whole bar extremely lively.

At this time, the bar was filled with the sounds of toasts and beer and vodka being spilled all over the floor.

"It's really boring. There's really nothing interesting to see."

The girl frowned and couldn't understand it at all. A bunch of old men gathered around a TV, watching a bunch of people running around a football on the TV. What's so interesting about this?

Yang Yunfan was not surprised. He walked to the bar and ordered a glass of vodka called "Volga".

This kind of wine is a local specialty product. It seems that in the process of making the wine, some of the materials used include pure mountain springs from the source of the "Volga River".

The bartender highly recommended it, and Yang Yunfan didn't care about money, so he ordered a glass of wine and sat quietly on the bar.

While drinking, he observed the guests coming and going.

As for the girl, she was sitting next to Yang Yunfan with great interest, drinking a fruity rum, waiting for these drunkards to come and tease her when they drank too much.

That way, she can justifiably beat up these people, and Brother Yang won't blame himself for it.

Unfortunately, the script was completely different from what she imagined. After these old guys drank too much, they didn't seem to be interested in her at all. Instead, they gave her a very strange look.

How could a little brat come to a bar to drink?

The laws of Soviet Russia stipulate that 18-year-olds are adults and can go to the mall to buy cigarettes, but only 21-year-olds are allowed to drink alcohol.

As for getting married...

Well, their laws stipulate that you can legally get married at the age of 14.

This is mainly because Soviet Russians love drinking, which makes their average life expectancy almost the lowest among European countries.

Moreover, their birth rate is also very low.

In order to encourage people to have more children and drink less, the government lowered the marriage age and raised the drinking age.

Unfortunately, the people of Soviet Russia don't seem to buy it. The annual drink bill is still high, and the birth rate is declining year by year.

Therefore, it is not surprising to these old people that Yang Yunfan brought a little girl to the bar. They thought the girl was Yang Yunfan's wife.

However, Yang Yunfan violated the laws of Soviet Russia by allowing the girl to drink.

Although everyone has been there, and when they were teenagers, they would drink secretly at home, but it is rare to come to a bar to drink in the open.

Fortunately, Yang Yunfan and the girl both looked like yellow-skinned Chinese faces, and the laws of Soviet Russia also treated them differently.

If they call the police and say that there are foreign children drinking here, the police will probably come and beat them up. And teach them a lesson, that is, stop meddling in their own business.

"Um?"

At this moment, Yang Yunfan saw a figure walking into the bar, patting the snowflakes on his leather jacket.

The man muttered a few words and began to walk towards the bar.

The man was tall and thick-set, like most middle-aged Soviet Russians. His hair was almost bald due to drinking, and there were some lees on his big nose, which made him look very funny.

However, the cold scar under his eye made no one dare to laugh at his appearance.

"I know that as long as you sit in the bar for an hour, you can always gain something." After Yang Yunfan saw the man's appearance, he couldn't help but reveal a knowing smile.

Immediately, he stood up, patted the girl, and said, "An old acquaintance is coming over there. I'll go over and have a chat."

"I'll go too!"

The girl was sitting here, feeling a little bored, and no one was teasing her. When she saw Yang Yunfan smiling, she knew it must be something fun, so she followed him.

…

The bar not far away.

"Old rules, a bottle of Volga brand vodka!" The rosacea-nosed man slapped a note on the bar and sat on it leisurely.

Soon, the bar opened a bottle of vodka for him, handed it over, and then chatted with a smile: "Frankie, I heard that your factory is not performing well and is about to close down. How come you still have the leisure to drink?"

"If the factory closes down, what does it have to do with me? At worst, I'll go carry goods in a supermarket run by Chinese people. I'm not short of work."

The strong man named Frankie didn't care at all.

He raised his head and took a sip of vodka, then grinned and said with emotion: "The wine you have here tastes good enough."

"Of course. This is Volga! Do you understand? Just like China's Moutai and France's Bordeaux wine, this is our Soviet noble vodka!" the bartender boasted very proudly.

Hearing this, Frankie laughed, shook his head, and said disdainfully: "Come on. If others don't know, don't I know? What kind of Volga is this? Isn't it wine made from the source of the Volga River? I'm still spreading it there.

I’ve had to urinate.”

"If I told someone out loud now that you peed in their wine, would you believe it, they would castrate you?" the bartender also laughed and joked.

"Is Frankie afraid of this? When I was young, I participated in the Chechen War and killed more people than the entire bar here." Frankie said nonchalantly.

After a pause, he didn't know what he thought of, but he sighed softly: "If I hadn't offended those bureaucrats, I should be a regiment commander or battalion commander in the First Army of the Army now. Not at all.

An assembly worker."

"Frankie, long time no see! I didn't expect that you still can't change your habit of bragging."

But at this moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in Frankie's ears.

"who?"

Frankie seemed to hear some terrifying sound, his whole body trembled, and his drunken head suddenly woke up.
Chapter completed!