"Life is so beautiful. Why seek death?"
Chung Shen-soo turned around and grabbed a pen holder on the mahogany desk.
The gunmen behind him were shocked!
It wasn't that they had failed to protect Li Wei, but they never expected that the cowardly Li Wei Mojito would kill someone!
They had met this bartender a few times and knew that he was an honest and steady person with a family to take care of.
Such a person was usually timid and afraid of trouble.
Moreover, from their point of view, Li Wei was here to explain and beg for forgiveness. He had also been checked and confirmed to be unarmed.
That was why they let him in without any restraints.
Frankly speaking, although Ol 'Seadog looked old, he had been to the sea and had killed many people. If they were to fight, he might be able to kill three or four of the previous Li Wei.
But none of them expected that the previous Li Wei was gone forever. What was left was not a little rabbit, but a tyrannosaurus rex!
"You motherf * cker …"
After recovering from their shock, the two gunmen subconsciously pulled out their guns.
Whoosh!
At this moment, Chung Shen-soo threw out a fountain pen from the pen holder.
It streaked across the air like a black line, its golden tip piercing the wrist of one of the gunmen.
The gunman screamed in pain as the revolver in his right hand fell to the ground.
Bang!
The other gunman had already fired, hitting the sofa behind Chung Shen-soo, causing cotton to fly everywhere.
Chung Shen-soo rolled on the ground and threw out another fountain pen. The other gunman screamed and fell to the ground.
At this moment, only the burly Caucasian who had led him in was left in the room. He stared blankly at the scene before him.
Chung Shen-soo stood up and made a provocative gesture.
The burly Caucasian moved his shoulders and pulled up his suspenders, assuming a boxing stance.
It seemed like he wanted to have a fist-to-flesh fight.
Chung Shen-soo put on a serious face.
The next moment, he hooked his leg and a revolver appeared in his hand. He moved his index finger slightly.
Bang!
A large hole was blasted in the head of the burly Caucasian, and his corpse fell to the ground.
If the corpse could speak, it would definitely curse Chung Shen-soo for being immoral.
"Why use fists to solve problems that can be solved with guns?"
Chung Shen-soo blew at the muzzle of his gun, before shooting at the two gunmen who were wailing on the ground, before exiting Ol 'Seadog's office.
Stepping on the red-carpeted corridor, he suddenly felt his hair stand on end. He felt a sense of danger and immediately threw himself to the side without thinking.
Bang!
A bullet hole suddenly appeared on the wall behind where he had been standing.
However, since his opponent's sneak attack had failed, Chung Shen-soo would not give him another chance to attack. As he rolled, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger.
Pa!
A wooden door shattered with a loud bang, and a corpse fell behind it.
Although he didn't get his martial arts back, his spiritual sense combined with his superhuman skills was enough to make him comparable to some ace assassins.
Among the ordinary people in this world, he was almost invincible.
"A bar owner can at most hire a few gunmen to protect himself and some bodyguards to deal with drunken men …"
After Zhong Shenxiu killed these people, he was able to rampage through the second floor without any scruples.
He casually kicked open a room and discovered that it was a wine cellar. Densely packed bottles were placed on wooden racks, flowing with an alluring luster.
"Not bad, the storage is quite plentiful, and seems to be genuine."
Looking at these rare wines, Li Wei's memories surfaced. Chung Shen-soo almost wanted to mix himself a cocktail and drink it on the spot. However, it seemed a little perverted and he dropped the idea.
After scanning the second basement, he finally returned to Ol 'Seadog's office. After a round of searching, he found quite a few good things.
Chung Shen-soo picked up a black submachine gun hidden in a cabinet. He discovered that it was 90 centimeters long, weighed about 10 pounds, and had a 50-round magazine. Its firepower was formidable, and he immediately reined in his thoughts.
"The ordinary people in this world aren't easy to deal with. If those two gunmen had fired at me with this typewriter, I would've been dead no matter how hard I tried. I can't be reckless … Fortunately, there aren't any bodyguards with typewriters."
He fumbled around for a while, reloaded the typewriter, and arrived at the first floor of the bar.
The rowdy drunkards gathered together, seemingly oblivious to the gunfight below.
* Bang! *
Chung Shen-soo raised his hand and smashed a wine bottle, causing glass shards to fly everywhere. A malicious smile appeared on his face. "Sorry, the bar is closed for the day. All the drinks are on me today. You may leave."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bunch of people fled for their lives like madmen.
Even the bartenders and waitresses did the same.
They were just ordinary people who got paid, and wouldn't risk their lives for Ol 'Seadog.
Such ruthlessness almost made them think that they had returned to last year, when alcohol prohibition had just been implemented. The gangs that occupied Byron City had also engaged in such a ruthless battle for the market.
Chung Shen-soo came to the bar counter and casually swept the broken glass with the muzzle of his gun. "Come out!"
A young man in a white shirt and black vest hugged his head as he shuddered out from under the bar counter. "Don't shoot, buddy … Take whatever you want."
"Your name?"
"Smith, I'm Smith!" The young bartender hastily replied.
"Do you know how to mix drinks?"
Chung Shen-soo glanced at the bar counter, and discovered that some bartending tools were actually preserved here. From stainless steel wine jugs to a juicer, ice separator and measuring cups, there was also a small knife, chopping board and a pestle for grinding peppermint. Everything was fairly complete.
"Nope!" Smith shrunk his head.
"Then what use do I have for you?"
Chung Shen-soo moved the muzzle of his gun in dissatisfaction, and Smith nearly pissed himself …
"You've been demoted. If you still work here, you can only be a waiter. Now, go to the cellar downstairs and bring me a bottle of gin or absinthe. Be careful not to make it yourself, but Ol 'Seadog's collection!"
He sent Smith downstairs to fetch the alcohol, while he washed his hands and pondered.
'To fulfill my obsession of earning big money, the fastest way is naturally to rob. But although this method is fast, the backlash is huge, and I might provoke some mysterious forces …'
'It's safer to slowly explore the mysterious side of this world … Hence, I can only choose the second-best way to earn money, which is to trade in contraband goods. I can also train a group of people to spy on that mysterious world …'
When a gang's influence reached its peak, it would definitely have some interaction with the mysterious side of this world.
"Mister … Your drink."
At this moment, Smith had already walked over with a bottle of drink.
"Mm."
Chung Shen-soo took it, and his expression instantly became somewhat serious.
He used an ice tongs to pick up ice cubes and added them into the mixing glass. Then, he used a measuring device to measure the gin, and with the mixing bottle in hand, he suddenly turned into a blur.
Smith was almost dumbfounded as he watched Chung Shen-soo complete the mixing of a martini with fluid movements. Finally, he hung a string of fresh red currants on the edge of the chilled glass.
"Martini, the king of cocktails!"
Chung Shen-soo held the glass in his hand and took a light sip. A satisfied expression appeared on his face. "If you work for me in the future, I'll raise your salary by 50%."
"But … But … The Notting Hill family …" Smith replied hesitantly.
"It's alright, I'll personally 'visit' them."
Chung Shen-soo revealed a confident smile.
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