"Come on, man. This is not something we can do. To be honest, if there were no foreigners, my bar would have closed long ago." The fat old man said to the middle-aged man, "So, since all this has begun, then learn to accept it."

The middle-aged man stopped talking and raised his glass to drink when suddenly the door of the bar was pushed open. A white man came in, a young man with a blond hair and a little thin figure. After he came in, he subconsciously looked around, looking very alert.

"Hey, young man, what are you drinking?" said the fat old man to him, "It's your first time here when you don't look like those tourists?"

"I came from Salt Lake City." The young man shrugged his shoulders and said, "I heard that there are big waterfalls here, and I want to go and see them." He said, barely squeezing out a smile and sat at the bar and said, "I need a glass of whiskey."

"In this way, you can't drive the car!" The fat old man took out a wine glass and put it on the bar with a "splash". "If you want to see the waterfall today, I promise you won't come back here. You will miss a lot of exciting programs. For those tourists, you can have fun."

"I want to know if there are hotels or something over there...I mean the waterfall." The young man said to the boss, "Maybe I can see the waterfall early tomorrow morning, and that feeling must be great!"

"Hey, man, who are you hiding from?" The fat old man looked at him suspiciously. "We usually have single guests here, such as that person... but few people go to the waterfall in the evening, and there are no hotels." He gestured to a corner of the bar with his eyes.

In that corner was a young man, a dark-haired Asian man. He was spreading a newspaper and reading it, and a glass of beer was on the table. It seemed that he had been there for a long time.

"Hey, man, he is not a single guest, he is the one who bought a house here a week ago." The middle-aged man said to the fat old man, "But no one knows his name yet. He is alone and rarely interacts with people. A guy with a weird personality."

"If he had been so quiet, I would be very welcome, at least not as noisy as those people." The middle-aged man continued, "I like quiet people, whether they are Asian or local." As he said that, he drank the wine in one sip, pressed a bill under the wine glass, waved at the old man, and then left.

The blonde young man drank the whiskey in his glass in one sip and said to the fat old man: "Go another glass, and then I want to go to the waterfall." Then he pushed the glass towards the bar.

The fat old man nodded, poured a glass, and said, "You'd better not drive there. Don't see the police outside? They always stare at the door of my bar. Anyone who comes out from here will have to intercept them if they drive. Damn Utah, the alcohol value of alcohol in the 50 states in the United States is 0.08%. Why is our state 0.05%, haha ​​politicians..."

"Do you think there is any difference between 0.08% and 0.05%?" Suddenly a voice came from the side. The fat old man looked up and saw the Asian man, with a strong figure, but his eyes were softer.

"It's not your business. Young people, do you know that it's impolite to come over and interrupt when they are spoken?" The fat old man may not have a good impression of this Asian, so he has no good intentions.

"I heard what you said here." The young man pointed at him, "It is not a good habit to talk about people behind the scenes, isn't it? This is even more rude!" As he said that, he took out a few bills from his wallet and put them on the bar and said, "Good luck, man, I hope your bar can run very long and no one will come to your bar to make trouble! The rest is tips!" He left without looking back.

The blonde young man watched the Asian man leave and couldn't help but be stunned. The man was a little weird. Before his thoughts were over, he suddenly heard a "bang" sound, and the bar door was kicked open. The three people rushed in. When the young man saw it, he turned around and walked quickly through the door on the other side.

"Stop, don't run--" One of the men shouted loudly at the young man.

The young man ran a little faster, and the person chasing behind suddenly rushed over, but hit a table and knocked over a waiter's wine tray, which was grabbed by the waiter. Two people behind rushed forward to help, and the man broke free and rushed out of the bar. The bar owner also whistled, and several waiters came out to help.

Some drinkers were watching the fun, but were hit by a bottle of wine, so they joined the team until the police finally rushed over and took away all the people involved in the fight. The fat old man, the bar owner, was a little crying and was really hit by the young man.

The blonde young man rushed out of the door, and a car drove out. He waved his hand quickly. The car stopped. He rushed up, slapped the window, and then the window fell down. A young man's face was the Asian young man who had just been in the bar. He looked at the blonde young man and unlocked the car door.

The blonde young man was about to get in the car when the chasing man who had initially rushed out of the bar also rushed over.

"Get in the car, let's leave here quickly, go anywhere, as long as you can get rid of this guy!" The blonde young man got in the car and said hurriedly to the Asian, "I can pay you, you can do as much as you want! Take me out of here quickly, hurry up!"

As he was speaking, the man rushed over and tried to reach into the window to catch the young man. But the car suddenly "suddenly" and drove away. The man grabbed a blank. He turned around and prepared to find his own car.

The car ran all the way, and the young blonde breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look behind, and found that there was still a car chasing him behind, and couldn't help but urge him, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't go here, go in another direction, go somewhere else, damn-"

"Did you steal something?" said the Asian.

"No, no, it's not like this at all. I promise, I'm a good person..." The blonde young man looked back and said, "If you are worried, I can tell you my name, Gran Kingsley." Then he turned his head and stretched out his hand at Jia Huan, "I'm glad to know you."

"Huan? Jia!" The Asian man also stretched out his hand, and the two of them shook for a while and said.

"That's right, why do those people chase me..." Glan Kingsley said to Jia Huan.

"No, don't tell me, I don't want to get involved. Those people don't look like good people. As for why they chase you, is it important to me? The key is... how much money can you give me?" Jia Huan said to him, "That's all my interest. Okay, sit firmly, I'll help you get rid of the follower behind you!"
Chapter completed!