(Two chapters combined into one update)

Bai picked up the glass in his hand and took a sip. The clear water in the glass was smooth and without ripples.

"He~tui!" Vincent realized he was bored, spat at the white chair, and returned to his wine table.

Human beings are such sinful creatures. Vigorous struggles only add fuel to the fire and arouse interest, while dull reactions are like pouring a bucket of ice water on the head, extinguishing the raging fire.

"Bai, don't you want to teach him a lesson? Just give him a sentence... and I'll help you." A big man next to him looked very angry and angry.

The big man's companions all knew that he had longed for Bai for a long time, but Bai actually didn't even remember his name.

"Bai didn't take Vincent seriously at all, and the same goes for you." His companion patted the big man on the shoulder to comfort him, but his mouth stabbed his heart mercilessly like a knife.

The big man was very hurt and drank a glass of depth charges to himself.

In fact, despite the fact that these men appear to be trapped by love, members of the underground world know that processors are completely different from them.

Processors are always cold, precise, and efficient. They can be said to be machines covered in human skin. If you cut open their chests, what you may see is not a slowly beating heart, but a power core.

Falling in love with a processor is a disaster, this is the understanding of every member of the underground world.

Therefore, most people only pay lip service to their longing for Bai.

If Bai Tiantian really accepts someone's wishes, that person's first reaction must be to flee here immediately, because his name will most likely have appeared on a certain processing order.

Just when everyone thought the farce was over, an episode happened.

"Eaux-de-vie, pure, without ice." An ancient flip phone appeared, typing out a line of text and showing it to the bartender.

The bartender suddenly felt puzzled. Bai was one of the very few customers who didn't smoke or drink. He didn't even drink drinks and only drank pure water. People in the bar called him "Drinking Queen". Why did he suddenly want to drink today? And he asked for water of life.

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The alcohol content of this wine is as high as 96 degrees, which is higher than medical alcohol. The burning sensation in the mouth is very obvious. If you are not careful, you may even break your throat. There is a precedent in the Kangaroo Country where people died suddenly after drinking it, even if they are not old drunkards.

It's hard to adapt.

What happened to Drinking Water Girl today? Hidden attribute awakened?

The bartender didn't ask any questions, and just poured her a glass of eau de vie as a spectator.

Bai picked up the wine glass and walked slowly to Vincent's side.

Vincent turned around, with a slightly surprised look on his face, and grinned: "Bai, have you figured it out? Let's leave now? My bed is very big, so just get out~"

Bai Wuyan slowly tilted the wine glass with his small hand, pouring 96-degree alcohol from Vincent's head, wetting his short hair and the beard on his face.

The surroundings fell into dead silence for an instant, and Vincent was also stunned.

Bai flicked his left hand, snatched the cigarette from Vincent's companion's mouth, and pressed it on Vincent's head.

The 96-degree water of life ignited instantly, and the fire exploded, burning brightly on top of Vincent's head, and spread downwards with the alcohol, setting fire to all around his shoulders.

"Ahhhhhhh--" Under the baptism of flames, Vincent, whose head was full of fire, looked like an angry Saiyan. He rolled off the seat and rolled on the ground. His roars of pain resounded throughout the bar.

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"Ah ha ha ha ha ha my mother!!! Do you think he looks like... ha ha ha ha does he look like a Saiyan??!!" The big man who likes white covered his face and laughed wildly, his stomach almost cramped.

"How do you talk? He looks like the fire baby in foreign cartoons! How do you sing that song - Calabash Baby ~ Calabash Baby ~ Seven Babies on a Vine~" The bartender has obviously experienced cultural export, and his singing pronunciation is still good.

Pretty standard.

Rough laughter kept coming and going, it was so lively, only Vincent's companions stepped forward to help. Although the corners of their mouths were slightly twitched, they were relatively conscientious and kept helping him beat the flames.

Fights often occur in ordinary bars, let alone in the underground world. Everyone is already accustomed to such things.

Funny farces are performed here every day, never stopping, and it seems to have become a fixed entertainment program. There are always disputes caused by people who disagree with each other, and the severity varies. Sometimes it is just a fight, sometimes it results in disability or even death.

There are not many rules here, and the criteria for judging right and wrong are very simple - the person who dies is at fault, and weakness is the original sin.

The only principle is not to use thermal weapons to prevent mass destruction.

The bartender brought two large buckets of ice water, placed them on the bar with one hand, then returned to his original position and continued laughing.

Vincent's companion took the bucket and poured it on his head. The alcohol was washed away and fell to the ground, still burning, and finally extinguished slowly.

Vincent stood up staggeringly, his face was red, his beard and hair were messy and twisted, like a rice field after a fire. The unique smell of burnt protein floated around, like a wild boar with its hair roasted.

The atmosphere began to become depressing. Vincent walked up to Bai and stared at her with slitted eyes. His eyes were full of blood, which was very ferocious and terrifying.

Everyone knew that this mad dog was going to start barking.

Under Vincent's murderous intent, Bai showed no sign of weakness and directly tore off the buttons on his shirt, took off the shirt that might affect the fight and threw it aside, leaving only a sports tube top.

At this moment, the whole place was in an uproar.

As the name suggests, her skin is as white as the winter snow that has not yet melted. Moreover, unlike the soft figure of ordinary girls, as a professional processor, she has obvious signs of exercise, with a tall and straight figure, and a tight waist and abdomen without any excess.

The fat and waistcoat lines present a graceful arc like a cheetah, so delicate that it seems as if it was carved by God's own hands.

What shocked everyone the most was...

There is a ditch.

Still very deep.

Visual inspection 36D.

The bartender stared at Bai, his triangular eyes widened: "He's 16 years old?!"

The hot bodies and the smell of conflict made everyone excited. Although most of them came from different organizations, each other only knew the other's name, age and other general information, but did not know the details. They usually just get together to join in the fun.

But every time the iceberg girl in front of me takes on a mission, she always returns calmly. She drinks a few glasses of water by herself, as if she is just doing something as mundane as washing her face and buying groceries.

Therefore, even though Vincent is powerful and weighs at least twice as much as Bai, and they are not the same weight class at all, there are still many people who are optimistic about Bai.

Besides, everyone present is a grown man. If they don’t support 36D, why should they support that fire gourd baby?

Bar fights are common, but it is not common for processors to fight with mercenaries. The bar quickly filled up with people, and many people from other bars received the news and rushed over to watch and boo.

"Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him..." Halfway through the shouting, the pieces disappeared without a trace in a very short period of time, and the surroundings fell into dead silence again.

The cold wind blew in, and then there was the sound of the door closing.

"Ta, ta, ta..." the sound of footsteps came.

Ten years of training have taught Bai that when you are facing off against someone, you must not be distracted by any movement, because while you are staring at the opponent's flaws, the opponent is also staring at your flaws.

However, the sound of footsteps was so familiar that it suddenly reminded her of the heavy snowfall in her childhood and she looked over unconsciously.

At this moment, she lost her mind.

Vincent caught the flaw and immediately punched out, preparing to break Bai's facial bones.

It doesn’t matter if your face is smashed, you don’t have to worry about it in the future.

Under the influence of adrenaline, the brief moment was stretched infinitely, and Vincent suddenly saw a hand wearing white gloves come into view and rest on his wrist.

Vincent's heavy punch was pushed aside by this hand and grazed Bai's cheek without causing any damage.

Vincent's eyes were full of fighting spirit. Just when he was about to fight with this nosy person, his whole body froze in place.

Because he saw those amber eyes clearly...

In the dead silence, whispers came:

"The smiling devil..."

"Where has he been in the past 10 years? The intelligence system can't find him at all."

"He looks exactly the same as before. Isn't this guy old..."

...

Kino stood beside Vincent, holding his hand like a clumsy flying insect, and looked at Bai with a smile: "Long time no see."

After a brief moment of confusion, Bai pressed the nine-square grid on it, and finally placed it in front of Chino. A line of words was edited on the screen: "3743 days."

"You have really grown up a lot. If it weren't for your eyes, I almost didn't recognize you." Chino took off his gloves and stroked her face affectionately, "Why are you fighting with this man?"

Before Bai could respond, Vincent had already spread his hands and said with a pale smile: "Hey, Chino, long time no see. I didn't know Bai was yours..."

"It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is the reason. When two people fight, there must be a conflict. A conflict means that one person is right and the other person is wrong." Chino looked at Wen.

Sen, with a smile full of amber eyes, "Then the question is, is this your fault or her fault?"

As soon as Vincent saw Kino's smile, chills stood up all over his body.

Mercenaries have always looked down on processors, there is no doubt about it.

But if there is anyone among the processors that the mercenaries fear, it is the person in front of them.

Throughout the ages, the only one who can return from the hands of death is the smiling devil.

Vincent swallowed hard and forced a smile: "Kino, listen to me, this is just a small misunderstanding..."

Kino: "You haven't answered my question yet, whose fault is this?"

Before Vincent could speak, a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Fighting again? There's something really wrong! How many times have I told you not to fight in my bar! Go and eat Jin Ke Lap! Climb!!!"

Vincent was suddenly kicked in the butt. After he stood firm, he looked back, shrank his head and said with a smile: "The old boss."

Cichang shook his head and walked over: "Nobao asked you something, why didn't you answer it?"
To be continued...