"Forget it~ Forget it~! Bonn...hehehe..." The lame dog chuckled in a low voice, and the bartender also smiled. Bonn is the strongest in this circle. The second is the crocodile.

Because of the slightly poor strength, the crocodile still talks about some rules. Bonn is famous, except for being cruel. The main reason is that he does not follow any rules. He even has no credibility.

It is rumored that he was able to achieve today's power because he killed his brother with his own hands. At that time, his brother had a competition with another drug dealer. The two sides fought fiercely. The other party didn't know what the price they used, so Bonn chose to kill his brother.

Later, the drug dealers who had been against his brother were killed one by one by one. Gradually, the Bonn power began to infiltrate all aspects of the city from the initial drug trafficking. No one dared to mention those history.

There are not even many people who know the truth. Nowadays, there is a lame dog, and this bartender. For the rest, you can count it with just one slap in your hands if you know about this matter.

This is a two-way secret between the lame dog and the bartender. Once a common secret is found between people, an indescribable intimacy will arise. Therefore, there will be situations where the bartender is willing to tell the lame dog something.

"It's time to show your face." The bartender poured another glass of tequila for the lame dog: "I don't know what's wrong in the city recently, it's a bit uneasy. The crocodile affairs are calm, no one talks about it..."

But the bartender paused and lowered his voice: "The boss behind him didn't say anything, no one knew why."

"Many people who don't show up have been sent by Bonn to find them specifically. It's better if you show up now, but Bonn may not talk to you. But there won't be any trouble."

The bartender said, sighing, "If you don't show up again, Bonn may find someone to poach you."

"Cruff~~" But as the two of them talked, the door of the bar was opened. Several strong men in black leather jackets walked in slowly. The one who led the lead was a big bald head. There was a very obvious scar on his right cheek.

He walked in and glanced at the bar. All the whispers in the whole bar stopped. Soon, he saw the lame dog.

Then, he saw him walking towards the lame dog with his man. The bartender looked at the bald man who was walking towards him with a smile, silently. The lame dog lowered his head and drank his tequila silently.

"Red Cape, I haven't seen you for a long time." The fierce bald man sat straight next to the lame dog, and there was no sense of emotion in his voice.

The lame dog put down his wine glass and scratched the mouth of the glass with his fingers: "Mr. Bonn, you are a big business person. Snakes, insects, rats and ants like me cannot get into your eyes. So, it is normal for you to not notice me..."

"The red cloak of forty-seven people was buried under the flag mountain, who dares to underestimate it?" That's right, this strong man was Bonn. But he saw a smile that seemed to be inexplicably scented in the corner of his eyes, and his voice was as emotional as ever: "The people who underestimate you are dead."

The lame dog had no response at all: "That's a legend. Actually, I'm not that powerful. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been through the process of eating until now."

"How simple is it for you to eat." Bonn stared at the lame dog, and his voice finally fluctuated: "Follow me, I will give you 10% of your annual income."

The lame dog finally looked up at this time, but saw him looking at Bonn with a smile: "I'm afraid of death and can't do it."

"You...!" A horse-boy behind Bonn had a dark face and was about to stand up. But Bonn raised his hand and pressed it back: "Okay, the joke is over. Now I have something to ask you."

The lame dog's expression also became serious: "Please say."

"Did you notice any strange faces coming into the city these days?!" Bonn stared at the lame dog and said coldly: "Especially the strange faces of crocodiles you mentioned, I have never seen them before."

The lame dog seemed to recall it, then shook his head gently: "You know, what I made is selling stolen goods and I basically don't dare to take them."

"And, I haven't received any business for a long time." The lame dog sighed, "That's why I came here to try my luck. Otherwise, I'd probably still guard my stall now."

Bonn's eyes did not move away, but still stared at the lame dog coldly: "Are you sure you haven't seen it?"

"I'm sure." The lame dog did not avoid Bonn's eyes, but Bonn said coldly: "Then why, someone told me that a new face had arrived at your shop recently?!"

The lame dog smiled: "Mr. Bonn, if you want to kill me, you don't have to make any excuses. Just kill me here."

In one sentence, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly solidified.

Bonn stared at the lame dog coldly, and the lame dog did not intend to avoid his eyes at all. The two of them looked coldly at each other, and the atmosphere of the entire bar seemed to slowly condense.

"I'm just joking with you. It's best if you haven't seen it." Bonn suddenly laughed, and his smile quickly calmed down: "But if you see it, remember to tell me. I'll give you a reasonable reward."

After saying that, Bonn drank the tequila on the table and said, "I'll treat the wine from the lame dog."

"Thank you." The lame dog bowed slightly and expressed his gratitude. Bonn nodded and left the bar with his people. Just like when he came. A group of people watched him leave like the wind.

But after Bonn left, everyone's eyes looked at the lame dog differently. Bonn had no need to brag about the lame dog, and it was even more impossible to be afraid of the lame dog as a small stolen dealer. That means... what Bonn said was true.

This inconspicuous guy once buried more than 40 people under the National Flag Mountain!

"Hey! Man, is Bonn bragging you?!" The bartender smiled and poured a glass of tequila for the lame dog: "Maybe he really wants to recruit you, it is said that there are not many people in his hands now."

The lame dog smiled and drank the agave in one mouthful: "I am old and afraid of death. If I can't take a gun, try not to take a gun! I picked up the gun and didn't know when I died under the gun. How good is it now, I'll just make some money to live."

"It's a sad story to watch yourself grow old..." The bartender seemed to feel sad: "We are going to grow old after all."
Chapter completed!