Chapter 61
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It was also a bar that was mainly red, but the color was brighter than Burns' bar, as though it was the color of fresh blood. The Victorian-style building stood in an empty space at the corner of the street. Forest's team flag hung at the entrance, and one could tell from afar that this was a place where football fans gathered. Standing outside the door, one could hear the chatter and laughter coming from inside. Orange-yellow light shone through the windows and door, and the shadows of people swayed like fire.
"Robin Hood Bar …" That was the name Bill told Twain. He read the name on the neon sign, and the corner of his mouth pulled into a disdainful sneer. "Does he really think he's a f * cking hero?"
He stepped forward and abruptly pushed open the tightly shut door.
With a loud bang, the glass on the door let out a sorrowful wail.
The lively bar suddenly quieted down. These "alcohol addicts" turned their heads to look in surprise at the sudden intruder.
As soon as he entered, Twain glanced at the Forest flag hanging at the side of the door. There were golden words on it: Glory is My Life.
He twisted his mouth and pulled it down forcefully. This action ignited the anger of everyone present. The men shouted and rushed toward Twain. "What the f * ck are you doing!"
"Don't move, guys." A voice stopped them. "Welcome, Forest's manager, Tony Twain!" Following this excited voice, Mark Hodge walked out from behind the crowd. He opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.
The people around him were still stunned, but they quickly recognized who the person standing in front of them was. They raised their wine glasses and shouted loudly.
"Forest! Forest! Nottingham Forest! "
The atmosphere in the bar seemed to have reached a climax, but Tang En remained indifferent amidst this group of excited men. He noticed that most of these people had injuries on their faces. There were bloodstains and bruises that had not been cleaned. He stood at the door, expressionless, coldly looking at everything in front of him.
The group of drunk people shouted for about a minute, but Twain remained the same as when he first came in. He did not say anything. Some people gradually felt that something was wrong, so the shouting gradually weakened and finally returned to normal. The scene was a little strange. A group of men and a man looked at each other, but they did not understand why they were doing this.
Hodge did not understand either. He had been a little excited when he saw Twain appear in the bar. But from the looks of it, the other party wasn't here to drink with him.
"The beer is pretty good, isn't it?" Tang En finally opened his mouth. "Does fighting feel good?"
When the experienced bar owner heard this, he asked the international student working in his bar, "Have all the glasses been changed?"
The young worker nodded. "Yes, boss."
Every match day, the bar would replace the heavy and sturdy glasses, and then sell inferior but good quality glasses on behalf of the players. If a good wine glass was broken, the boss's heart would ache. But if a low-quality wine glass was broken, then so be it. Even if it hit someone's head, it would not kill them. Killing multiple birds with one stone had already become a bar tradition.
"Very well, remember to protect yourself when the fight starts …" The boss patted the young man's shoulder and gestured for him to hide under the bar counter.
"Boss, what about you?"
"Why do you care so much? Squat down!" The boss picked up a wine glass in his hand and pressed the worker down.
On the other side, Tang En had not finished speaking.
"Did you win or lose the battle against Millwall?"
Everyone looked at each other, not understanding why Twain would ask this.
"But I seem to have heard that you were beaten to a pulp by them. It was very embarrassing."
They came with ill intentions. The meaning was clear. The men who had been shouting "Forest, Forest, Forest" just now became nervous again.
Hodge stood opposite Tang En. He frowned and said, "Tang En, you said you wouldn't care what we do …"
"Yes, I said that! But I also said not to involve irrelevant people … "Tang En interrupted Hodge's words abruptly. He gritted his teeth and said," Now I regret not calling the police and arresting all of you sons of b * tches! My team is playing against their opponents on the field, fighting for victory, but you f * cking fight with people outside! Don't f * cking mention honor in front of me. You don't deserve it! "He saw that someone seemed to open their mouth to refute and directly threw the other person's words back.
"Break the bridge of your opponent's nose and make them bleed. Break their arms and legs and make them wail on the ground. Knock over an innocent child and then step over him … Is this your so-called honor? This is your f * cking honor?! "Tang En's hand holding the flag trembled slightly, his knuckles white.
"You think you're so great? You think you're the heroes of this team? You … "
Tang En remembered the afternoon when he first met little Bernard. The sun was so bright that it was a little dazzling. Tang En would never forget his excited look after getting George's autograph. He was George's first fan.
He felt ashamed and guilty that he had actually defended this group of people in front of him. He felt regret and anger for not being able to stop these people in time.
"… You b * stards!" He abruptly tore the red flag with the Forest team emblem and the words "Glory is my name" in half. With a ripping sound, the people surrounding him became angry.
The drunk men, under the influence of alcohol, howled and wanted to rush up to teach the ungrateful Tang En a lesson. But Hodge reached out and stopped them.
"You better give me an explanation. Otherwise … I don't f * cking care who you are!" Hodge said through gritted teeth. "This is not Burns's territory!"
"Don't talk nonsense with him, Mark! Beat him up! That b * stard tore our flag! "
"I'm going to send you to see God! Just like how you tore our flag, I'm going to tear you into pieces, you b * stard! "
"How dare you insult our honor! When we were cheering for the Forest team, you were still in your father's balls, b * stard! "
"Son of a b * tch, you're the f * cking b * stard!"
His men roared and waved their fists, as if they were ferocious beasts about to be released from their cages. Their faces were ferocious and disgusting.
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