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"Are you their leader?"

The middle-aged man looked at Aros, nodded and said, "Not bad."

"Hello, I'm Grant Quick." As he said that, he walked forward, as if he wanted to shake hands with Aros. He was pulled by the short-haired man: "Slow down, Grant, what if they are enemies?"

"Joey, how many times have I told you, use your brain more when you encounter something." Grant shook his hand away, walked to Aros, and stretched out his right hand with a smile on his face: "You can call me Grant."

"Taros..." Aros's mouth twitched, slowly spoke a pseudonym, then stretched out his right hand and shook it with him.

Be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years, and be cautious without understanding the current situation.

"Oh, Taros, lucky, lucky." Grant smiled with a special infectiousness, as if bathing in the March 2018, making people feel comfortable.

"What is this?" he turned to Hausen again and asked with a smile.

"Hurry..." Hausen poured the glass of whiskey into his mouth, made a long burp, then glanced at him sideways, and smiled: "Tarosso." He was not stupid either. Since Aros didn't say his real name, he also whispered a name.

Aros next to him frowned, with a hint of embarrassment on his face. This guy is definitely the kind who can't stand up to the wall.

"Oh?" Grant shook his head and swept over the two of them in surprise. One Taros and the other Taros, the name sounds like a pair of brothers, but their appearances can be said to be very different, and their age is nearly 10 years different. Needless to say, this must be a fake name.

Although he saw through the two of them, he was not angry at all. It is a common human nature to be in a foreign land and have reservations about his identity and origin. If he believes in others without reservation because of a smile or a compliment, he will either be a fool or a madman.

"Grand will be happy, good luck." Grant handed Aros a tacit smile and turned his head to look at Joey, a short-haired man: "First of all, if they are enemies, there is really no need to make this noise and trigger a conflict."

"Second..." He paused, turned around and pointed at Tang Fang who was unconscious on the sofa: "If it were you, would you force yourself to enter the enemy camp with an injured brother?"

Tang Fang was still wearing the tattered military uniform. Although the wound on his shoulder had healed, the blood on his clothes was still vivid in his mind. It was obvious that Grant regarded him as a wounded person. Of course, in a sense, he was indeed a patient.

"This... this may be a conspiracy they planned carefully." Ivan's argument was powerless, and in the end, he was already inaudible.

Grant threw the back of his head directly, straightened the bar chair that was tilted, sat next to Aros, pointing to the top of the wine rack with some time in hardcover brandy: "I'll treat you."

Old John smiled angrily, while pouring the wine, he joked: "Every time I say you please, but when did you really pay for it?"

"Haha, hehe." Grant laughed dryly, took the cup, sweared to the two of them, and showed a look of enjoyment.

Hausen couldn't wait to pour it into his mouth, his anxious look like a pig who swallowed ginseng fruit in Journey to the West.

Aros also took a small sip, shaking the wine in the cup slightly, making a look of intoxication.

"I'll ask you a wise man, have you passed by by chance or did you come here to do it?" Grant asked casually.

Since he ignored his origin and asked about his purpose, Aros thought about it for a while and felt that there was no need to hide it, so he put down his glass and said, "My friend was a little injured and needed to find a place to rest. If he could find a doctor to see it, it would be best."

"Doctor..." Grant pondered for a moment and said, "It's really a coincidence that the clinic in the town is closed and may be open for normal business tomorrow. If you don't dislike it, please stay here, there is a guest room upstairs."

He had a kindness in his words, but it sounded a bit intriguing to Aros. The clinic was closed? Why did it close? Along the way, almost all stores had closed their cards. Could it be that today is a special day?

Also, although Grant was kind enough to let the two stay here, his tone was a little strange, like invitations or requests. Looking at the current situation, this town is probably in trouble today.

Should I leave or stay? If I choose to leave, it is difficult to guarantee that Grant will not turn against me. Besides, where can I go with Tang Fang's state? From the road sign, I learned that the nearest town is more than 300 kilometers based on it. With two legs, I have to walk until the year of the Monkey and Horse Month? If Tang Fang's health is fine, it would be fine. If something happens, wouldn't it delay the condition?

Furthermore, the identity of the three people is also plaguing. In the military file, the three people are probably classified as death. If they appear so blatantly in big cities, once the government finds out, what awaits them will be endless pursuit. It’s okay for Tang to be awake, but with his ability, he can protect the three people, but the bad thing is that he has been unconscious, but his vital signs are still normal.

If you stay, will it be affected? What exactly is Grant and his gang going to do? He doesn't know. If he provokes a strong enemy and gets involved in the three of them, how can he get out then?

Aros tightened the Paladin M5 on his waist and couldn't help but have a headache. In the past, with Tang Fang there, he didn't have to worry about how to go down the road. Now, one is unconscious and the other is hard to carve, so thank God for not being bad.

Seeing him silent, Grant was not in a hurry, and sipped his glass of wine in one gulp. There were not so many twists in Hausen's belly next to him, and he grinned at the guy opposite: "You can stay here, you must take enough wine."

"This is easy." Grant smiled and gave Old John a wink.

The elderly waiter turned around and took out two bottles of strong agave from the wine rack, and said "bang" to the bar: "Let you drink enough money at one time."

"Hahahaha... I can enjoy the alcohol consumption now." For people like Hausen, as long as they have alcohol today, even if they have to walk on the guillotine tomorrow, he will still enjoy it.

"Hausen!" Aros frowned and scolded. In order to avoid leaking the news, Grant obviously wanted to stumble on the two of them. Once he agreed, God knew what kind of fatal incident would be involved?

Hausen was stubborn, but he was not an idiot. Hearing this, he looked at Tang Fang, who was unconscious on the sofa, and couldn't help but shrink his neck and push the two bottles of strong agaves outwards.

Grant frowned and was about to speak. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door behind him. A half-sized man with a thin body and a tear mole on his left corner broke into the room, his eyes swept over everyone present, and finally fell on Grant: "Chief, they are here."

Grant's face changed, his smile at the corner of his mouth was curled, and he poured the last sip of wine into his mouth, stood up, and glanced over the people in the hall: "The time is up, let's go."

There are no passionate speeches, no passionate speeches, only a very plain sentence.

Trivial footsteps sounded, and the men who were either hidden in the dark or hiding in the shadows stood up one by one, sorted out their own guns, and walked towards the bar door one by one.

Finally, Grant turned his head and looked at Aros, and the two of them looked at him and whispered: "Don't go out. Guns have no eyes. We regard you as friends. It does not mean that the enemy also regards you as friends."

After saying that, he walked to one side, pinched the cowboy hat on the table, gently buckled it over his head, and turned around and walked out of the bar.

Aros frowned, hesitated for a moment, and sighed a long time. Grant's words made sense. It is safe to hide here if they don't go out. If they go out, God knows whether they will be regarded as Grant and their accomplices.

Where did the enemy come from? How strong is it? He didn't know these things. For safety reasons, it would be better to stay here.

"There is a room upstairs. If you are tired, you can go to sleep for a while." Old John poured half a glass of wine and pushed it in front of him: "Two, please listen to my advice. It's better not to show off your guns. Crotan hasn't been very peaceful recently."

Aros took the cup and nodded thoughtfully.

"Old John, give me a drink too." The old man who had just reported to Grant came to the bar and sat down, saying with a resentful expression on his face.

Everyone left, only he was kept, which made him very upset and also hit him.

"Sam, you're not old enough to drink." Old John glared at him fiercely.

Little Sam raised his brow and glared at him with dissatisfaction: "Old John, I am already 16 years old this year. Please don't glare at me with such eyes as children, it makes me very uncomfortable."

Old John shrugged, smiled slightly, revealing a jagged yellow teeth: "You were just a little brat, or a little brat who was not self-aware."

"You..." Little Sam snorted coldly and jumped off the bar chair, turned around and walked to the sofa, looked at Tang Fang up and down, and finally landed on his blood-stained clothes: "Is he injured?"

Aros turned his head and looked at the old man halfway through his head, nodded, and said softly, "Yeah".

"Oh, it's so pitiful, you're waiting..." After saying that, little Sammai moved his legs and ran upstairs "thump" in a short while. He walked down with a medical box in his hand, and put it on the table with a "bang" sound: "There are medical glue, disinfectant, bandages, etc., see if there is any use."

Aros couldn't help but smile, and reached out and pressed his head: "Although it's useless, thank you."

Little Sam pushed Aros' hand away and looked at him angrily: "Don't touch my head."

The old man now acts like a kitten with a tail stepped on. As a guy who stubbornly thinks he has grown up, he hates being treated like a child.

"Hahaha." Aros smiled knowingly, and a trace of remembrance was involuntarily revealed in his eyes.

Hausen next to him was also amused by the half-baby in front of him. He reached out to wipe the wine stains on his mouth and reached in front of him: "Come on, man, let's fight each other. If you want to beat me, from now on, I will call you brother, how about it?"

Little Sam looked at Hausen's palm that was not much smaller than a palm fan, and then looked at his hand that was less than half a foot, and couldn't help but hesitate.

After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth, walked around Aros, and reached out his hand with a stubborn look on his face: "Just compare, I won't be afraid of you."

"Okay, it's a man." Hausen nodded with a smile and stretched out his right hand: "Come on."

"Well" Sam climbed onto the bar, tried to put his body flat as much as possible, and also stretched out his right hand to hold Hausen's palm: "Okay, I'm going to use force..."

"Come on." Hausen said with a wink.

"Hey..." Xiao Sam didn't say much, and he held his breath and exerted force with his wrist.

His hands were trembling left and right, the purple tendons bulged slightly, and his face was even red. He was half-tilted and almost used all his strength to his right hand. However, the reality was ruthless. The other party's arm was like a towering mountain. Not to mention falling over, it was difficult to move.

"Hahaha..." Hausen couldn't hold it in, so he grabbed Xiao Sam's hand and picked him up, then pressed it on the bar chair next to him: "Little guy, you lost."

Although he was prepared in his heart, the huge frustration still made him very uncomfortable.

Hausen rubbed his head: "Hey, little, I can't bear this failure? How can I be a man who stands tall in the future? I remember when I was in the boxing world, I suffered a lot of defeats. One failure is nothing. A man should have a strong heart for a strong man."

Little Sam looked up at him and nodded in a vague way.

Hausen waved his hand and slapped half of the eldest son's shoulder with a "pop", and handed over half a cup of tequila: "Come on, that old guy won't let you drink, uncle will give it to you."

Looking at the crystal clear white liquid in the cup, Xiao Sam felt a little heart, reached out to take it, and poured it into his mouth very simply.

This was his first time drinking, and it was a strong distilled liquor like agave. The spicy smell of alcohol raged in his mouth, and the liquor slid down his throat, like a pot of boiling tinder oil poured on the water surface, and the hot and spicy feeling spreads through his facial features.

"Cough cough." Xiao Sam coughed repeatedly.

The corners of Old John's mouth twitched a few times, on the one hand, out of helplessness, and on the other hand, he was a little dissatisfied with Hausen calling him "old guy".

Aros also twitched his face, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the back of his head. Unexpectedly, this straight-hearted and big head and thick neck could even speak out and say such connotational words.

Well, if he was sent to the army to do ideological education for soldiers, it would be very promising.

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