The entire noisy bar appeared for a moment of silence, and everyone's eyes fell on the face of the oriental man, with a look in his eyes, and a little surprised.

This bar is located in the central area of ​​Rifiat. It is a very historical bar with a bar. There are many people sitting here every day, drinking wine while waiting for life.

Yes, wait for the job!

Although this is a city of chaos, the city of chaos also has the rules of a city of chaos. These rules are even more effective than the laws of various countries, because if you violate the law, you may be in jail or punished, but if you break the rules of a city of chaos, you will die!

Rifiat is not prosperous, and it is even very poor, but compared with income, the consumption here is very high. Whether it is daily necessities or some luxury goods, the price here is at least several times more expensive or even ten times more expensive than outside. For example, a very light beer here costs thirty dollars, and this quality beer is probably only two or three dollars in a normal world.

Although it is expensive, there is nothing you can do, because you have to accept it because you live here. If you don’t accept it, you can leave, and no one stops you. Of course, if you leave Rifiat and are caught or killed by someone, then you will be unlucky.

Although people outside dare not enter Rifiat, some powerful practitioners wander around Rifiat, specifically arresting criminals hiding Rifiat. These criminals usually have a considerable bounty on their heads, and these people are often become bounty hunters.

Bounty hunters are not something that ordinary people can do, but even the courageous bounty hunters do not dare to enter Rifiat.

How do these people living in Rifiat make a living? It’s very simple. Join various organizations, accept various tasks, complete tasks to get rewards, and then continue to stay here to gambling, drink and play with women. When they have no money, they will fight to the death until one day they will lose their lives.

Those who often stay in the tavern and wait for their lives naturally have a sharp eye. They can tell at a glance that this oriental man is a newcomer who is a newcomer.

The reason why newcomers are said is because no travelers dare to enter here. Those who come here are usually criminals or some special people from all over the world.

The middle-aged man walked to the counter, took off the fisherman's hat on his head, and asked in English: "What good wine is there? Have a glass of wine and some more food, preferably meat, is there?"

Hanter looked at the middle-aged man coldly and pointed to the bottle behind him: "A cup of whiskey, a fried steak, four hundred dollars, give it first."

"Four hundred dollars? That's really not cheap!"

The middle-aged man muttered, took out a stack of US dollars from his pocket, drew four pieces and handed them to Hante: "Fried steak for 70% cooked, make some black pepper sauce, add some ice to whiskey, thank you!"

Hanter glanced at the middle-aged man's shoulder bag on his waist. There were at least several piles of them inside, which looked at least tens of thousands of dollars, or even more, because there were 1,000 of them.

"New? China? Japan? South Korea?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "Huaxia, I heard that this place is quite interesting. Come and take a look, what do you call it? Huh."

Hant nodded, picked up the bottle of whiskey and started pouring the wine, then added two pieces of ice, and handed the wine to the middle-aged man: "Hant... the steak will take a while."

The middle-aged man smiled: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Hanter picked up a towel and wiped the table in front of him, saying casually: "If you want to live here, you must first learn to keep your money open, otherwise losing money is a small matter, losing your life is a big matter."

The middle-aged man picked up the wine glass and raised it: "Thank you for your advice, Hant, you are a good person!"

Hanter said lightly: "Every newcomer, I will say this. After all, you made me make money, and I hope you can make me make more money instead of being snatched away and playing with women."

The middle-aged man nodded and glanced over the bar. There were several malicious gazes in the crowd. They naturally saw the money that the middle-aged man showed when he paid the money just now.

A newcomer with a Chinese with 100,000 US dollars on him is enough to make people feel bad.

The middle-aged man seemed to have not seen it. He looked around leisurely, then drank slowly, and soon the steak came up.

The fried steak was unexpectedly good. The middle-aged man picked up a knife and fork and slowly cut all the beef into small pieces. Then he ate it with a fork piece by piece, ate two pieces, and drank a sip of wine. He was not anxious or slow, and he looked comfortable.

When the middle-aged man smiled and swallowed the last piece of beef, he raised his glass and drank the last wine inside, and smiled and said, "The steak is good, but the portion is a little less."

Hanter replied expressionlessly: "You can ask for another one."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Next time, I'll leave some room for my stomach and leave some thoughts for myself... By the way, boss, where is the hotel here, or is there a rental house? I might have to stay here for a while."

Hante replied in a cold tone: "When you go out and turn left fifty meters, there is an apartment building where you can stay, stay on a daily basis or rent for a long time."

The middle-aged man stood up and smiled and said, "Thank you!"

The middle-aged man picked up his fisherman's hat, stood up and walked outside. Almost as the middle-aged man had just disappeared from the door, several people stood up in the tavern.

Several people looked at each other, and a big man in the middle suddenly spoke, "The old rules are divided."

"good!"

Several people rushed out quickly. After all, it was rare to see a big fat sheep. If they were slow to move, they would be attacked first.

This kid has 100,000 or 80,000 in the cross-package, maybe he has more?

After all, this kid didn't feel sorry for eating steak worth 400 US dollars. For this, this guy is definitely a rich man.

The people in the room watched the people rush out and suddenly became lively again.

"Those guys, you can start quickly enough!"

"Do you think the Chinese have the ability? Judging from his calm and leisurely appearance, he is not afraid of us at all. I am afraid he is also a practitioner, right?"

"Even if he is a practitioner, he is just alone. After all the Red Beard Shaq has gone, can he run away?"

"Redbeard is a master at least, can you like this little money?"

While everyone was discussing and speculating about the situation outside, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open again, and the middle-aged man walked back, but the group of people who had just rushed out seemed to have no movement.

"Hant, ask, in Rifiat, is it okay to kill someone?"

Hant's eyes were slightly strange: "As long as the person killed is fine, others will have no problem."
Chapter completed!