"I just like a man like you who has the courage to die."

Through the broken picture of the system, Bert's performance is seen.

A sincere smile appeared on Zhao Yuan's face and looked at him with relief.

Although the man who is nasty, Bert looks ugly, the key is that he can do things, and Zhao Yuan doesn’t need to use [Plot Value] to actively cooperate with the performance.

...

“…”

Seeing Burt walking into the bar, everyone looked at each other.

Then he walked towards the bar one after another. After all, no one wanted to be the Loser that Bert mentioned.

As everyone walked into the bar one by one, Kassie was soon left standing alone in the whole alley.

"Wait...wait me..."

Looking up at the flickering neon bones on the bar sign, a sense of inexplicable uneasiness spread in Cassie's heart. She turned her head and looked at the dark environment around the alley. Cassie immediately ran towards the door of the bar with exclamation.

...

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Drink, drink..."

"...My head has been hurting recently, as if something is running around inside..."

"You should change your head!"

"I like this person now."

"Long time no see, where have you been going recently?"

“…Mexico, there is something delicious.”

Entering the bar, the noise that came to his face was accompanied by the fanatical atmosphere instantly wrapped up Cassie.

The strong smell of tobacco and alcohol in the air, the dim and dim lights mixed in the country rock music of the 1980s, seemed to bring time back to that manic era.

Under the influence of alcohol, Cassie's brain, which was already a little sober, became blurred, and the corners of her mouth, which were pulled due to nervousness and concern, was slightly raised.

"It turned out to be just an ordinary bar."

In her drunken eyes, she didn't even notice that her outfit also became retro with the dim lights of the bar.

A tight fit dress turns into an exaggerated shoulder pad shirt.

The black stockings on the thighs were replaced by one of the most fashionable mini skirts and thermal pants of the 1980s.

Even the makeup on her face became retro and exaggerated, with bright eyeshadows and thick steel wire hair wearing huge earrings.

Obviously, the changes in his body are so huge that the whole sense of fashion has been retreating back for more than 20 years.

However, Cassie herself seemed to be unconscious.

"It's the person just now..."

Opening a pair of blurred eyes, he swept through the lively "crowd" in the bar.

Cassie saw the tall figure he had just met in the corner. He sat quietly in the corner of the bar, with three glasses of beer in front of him, which was incompatible with the lively atmosphere around him.

"Cassi, I knew how could you, Bichi, who was unwilling to be lonely, not come in."

But, before Cassie could see clearly.

Suddenly, someone reached out and patted her on the shoulder, and heard a laugh and scolding in his ear.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Susan, unless I quit, you will never think of taking my place!"

Replying unwilling to be outdone, Cassie turned her head and saw a familiar face standing behind her.

Like her, Susan, who is standing in the bar at this moment, is also dressed in a retro 1980s.

Exaggerated eyeshadows were worn on her face, and the silver skirt and her dark and shiny thighs formed a distinct color difference.

However, Cassie herself seemed to have not seen this obvious abnormal change at all, and she still laughed and scolded Susan in a tit-for-tat way.

"……alright."

Just like that, he chattered back and forth for a while, Susan then grabbed Cassian's arm with an unfulfilled look on her face and walked towards the bar.

"Bert and the others are drinking at the bar."

Susan lets her pull towards the bar, and the two of them pass by the noisy crowd in the bar.

I don’t know if Kassi had an illusion, but she always felt that every time they passed by a table, the sound on the table would drop, and the guests at the table looked at him with surprise.

But when Cassie looked along her sight, the noise was once again very lively, as if everything was just her illusion.

"What are you going to drink, guests?"

In this strange sense of incongruity, Cassie came to the bar.

There, she saw the man Bert and others with the nasal nail.

Of course, their dressing is also full of retro atmosphere from the 1980s, pickled jeans, bomber jackets and exaggerated explosive heads. This is a completely LOW dressing at the moment, but in the United States in the 1980s, it was a very fashionable outfit.

“Give me a martini.”

Seeing the appearance of Bert and others, Cassie's face did not show any strange expression, and turned her head and said to the bartender at the bar.

“Okay, guest.”

When he heard Cassie place an order, the bartender standing at the bar put down the empty wine glass that was being wiped in his hand and replied weakly.

The bartender looks thin and even more skinny than the man named Bert. He has a pale face and even falls directly in front of Cassie and the others in the next second. It is not surprising that he dies on the spot.

Turning around, under Cassie's gaze, the bartender trembledly picked up the bottle and started mixing the bartender.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

At this moment, the black man who had been sitting at the bar drinking stood up, kissed Susan's cheek, and said with a drunken face.

"Wait until I come back, baby."

"Then you're going to be a little soon, my dear."

She smiled and kissed her boyfriend Martin, but Susan turned her head and eyes but accidentally hooked the man Bert next to her, and blinked provocatively.

"Bichi."

Seeing Susan's little movements in his eyes, Kassie couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

"The martini you want is ready, guest."

On the opposite bar, the bar stretched out its skinny palm and pushed the prepared wine in front of Cassie.

"Of course, baby, why am I willing to leave you alone for too long?"

He smiled intoxicatedly, then reached out and patted his girlfriend's plump buttocks hard, which attracted a wave of coquettishness from the other party. Martin then turned around with satisfaction.

With drunken steps, he staggered towards the bathroom.

While passing one of the tables, a guest sitting at the table also stood up and followed him with his head down.

Turning his head and looking at the guy behind him, Martin didn't care much, but just treated the other party as a guest who went to the bathroom like him.

He opened his mouth and burped heavily. Under the urging of his bladder, Martin and the guests following him walked into the bathroom one after another.
Chapter completed!