The night is endowed with mysterious and unpredictable black, the black curtain is its clothes, and the day is its expectation. In some inconspicuous corner of the world, it is boiling with the arrival of the night, and the excited people seem to be like a ghost in the dark night.

Flashing elves, this is a place of chaos. The lifeless daytime is the most boring. Only night can stimulate people's most primitive cells. The large and small shops on both sides of the road are a feast for the eyes. Women in scantily clad clothes are posing and twisting under a pair of bars.

The finger-width fabric covered the tight buttocks, causing the men to squint and stop.

This is an adventurer's paradise, a lawless place. The soles of heavy riding boots make a clicking sound when they hit the road. The arrogant man strides on the road with his curly and knotted chest. Maybe the next second he admires him is

With a gunshot, the bullet would penetrate his eyes and shoot out from the back of his head. The fallen corpse became the best decoration in the dark night. Only when the sun hits the hungover butt tomorrow will silly bearded soldiers come to collect the corpse.

, it has become a habit to leave several broken corpses every night.

The new adventurer's paradise welcomes all adventurers from all over the world to come here to hunt for gold. There are mercenaries, bounty hunters, killers, thieves, soldiers, spies, women from all over the world who sell their bodies... They or they all have one thing in common when they come here.

The title of adventurer, seeking wealth through danger, has become the most true truth here. If an adventurer without strength comes here, he may not be able to go back.

There are two reasons why adventurers like to gather here, money and freedom. As long as you have the ability to make money here, you can earn matching money. The colorful banknotes are waving to you, and when you reach out to get them,

, maybe a deadly poisonous snake will emerge from it, bite the back of your hand lightly, and quickly inject venom, killing you.

Freedom is always something people yearn for. Adventurers are free here. They are free to make money, sleep with women, take drugs, kill, and be killed... New Adventurer Paradise is a free place, if you are willing to do it every day

We can all see bloodshed, danger and opportunity coexist, life and death are good brothers.

Old people who hang out in Adventurer's Paradise all know the existence of the Red Fang Bar. This bar is the largest and has existed for the longest time. There are two bars facing the street, one is called the Sea Eagle Bar and the other is called the Ascetic Bar.

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The Red Tooth Bar is a little different from the other two. You are not allowed to kill anyone entering here, but you can be killed. Those who come in must obey the rules, otherwise there will be another corpse lying on the street outside the door.

There was a mixed smell of various wines floating in the air, and there was a particularly strong smell of rum, because someone drank a lot of rum, and it was not just one person, but a group of people gathered around a square wine table and drank golden rum.

, there were men and women, and the strange thing was that they all drank until their tongues were big. There was no empty wine bottle under the table, but there was a small stack of banknotes on the corner of the table.

Bang! A shirtless white man put the long-necked wine bottle across the table and said with a laugh: "Hahaha! I've finished drinking, the carousel has started!" After saying this, the man reached out and grabbed the corner of the table.

Qian Qian stood up, left his seat, walked to the horizontal sofa not far away and stopped, laughing sillyly.

This sofa is very long, at least three meters away. It is placed against the wall on one side. Kneeling on the sofa is a row of people with bare butts sticking out. There are men and women, but they all have one thing in common. They are all in the back door.

There was a rum bottle stuffed into the hole, with the long neck of the bottle stuffed into the hole, leaving only a section of the bottle belly. There were about a dozen people kneeling on the sofa with their arms raised, and they kept raising their waists and raising the bottles.

Avoid slipping to the ground, a very weird scene, but the people in the bar are already familiar with it.

This is a kind of gambling, a shortcut for making money that everyone can participate in. There is a gambler sitting in each of the four directions of a square table. He first bets a certain amount of banknotes, and then grabs a bottle of wine and takes risks with other gamblers.

If two people drink together, whoever drinks up a bottle of liquor first will get all the bets, which is the stack of banknotes.

The winner proudly takes away the bet, and the remaining three gamblers must turn the bottle according to the agreement before the bet begins. The horizontal bottle will spin on the table until it stops. If the mouth of the bottle is facing the winner,

If the bottle mouth is pointed at other gamblers, they have two choices: double the bet and continue, or take the bottle and find a place on the sofa to take off your pants and lie down, and the winner will take the bottle.

'Gently' stuff it into a certain hole.

I raised my butt until the next bet was over, and it was over without dropping the bottle. I picked up my pants and continued to bet. There was a large iron bucket next to the sofa, filled with various long-necked bottles. If you get closer, you can still smell it.

It smells like shit.

This gambling method has a name, Adventurer's Roulette. Participants are all drinkable. Taking the risk of having their anus exploded has become a major feature of the Red Tooth Bar. Moreover, this kind of Roulette can only be played every day.

Playing for two hours between 8 pm and 10 pm is one of the reasons why adventurers flock to it. Anyone can drink. The opportunity to make money is only two hours a day. If you try it, you may get busted.

What do adventurers lack most? A spirit of adventure. They all dare to gamble, and the owner of this bar likes this gambling method very much. If he is in a good mood, he will pick out two adventurers who participate in the gambling and give them a small reward.

That's a lot of money that makes people jealous.

At this time, the owner of the Red Tooth Bar was sitting on a high chair behind the bar with a glass of red wine. He tasted the wine in the glass with half-squinted eyes and ignored several exposed women across the bar who were making pretense at him. He didn't like women.

, it is a kind of enjoyment to be accompanied by a glass of wine.

Bang! A gunshot alerted the bartender who was drinking wine. His eyes were open and his gaze was like cold lightning as he shot towards the place where the sound was made. On the sofa against the wall, a woman was lying on her back next to the sofa, with blood under her body like a fountain.

It leaked out, and it looked like he could no longer survive.

The bullet penetrated the bottom of the bottle and directly entered the woman's body, killing her. Standing next to the sofa was a short-haired man wearing yellow leather gloves. Before he could lower his raised hand, a black muzzle appeared from the tiger's mouth of the glove.

, is a pocket pistol.

The Red Tooth Bar has a very strict rule. Guests who come in to drink must be disarmed. Firearms are never allowed to be carried on the person. They can be stored at the door and picked up after finishing the drink. But tonight someone brought

Guns came in, and the most heinous thing was that they killed people.

The short-haired man slowly turned around with a pocket pistol in hand and said loudly: "I killed people in the Red Fang Bar and I didn't plan to get out alive. I don't need your people to do it. I will do it myself..." After that, he quickly opened his mouth and fired the gun.
Chapter completed!