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underground tavern

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In my impression, what my grandpa introduced was usually some strange things, but when I couldn't find a job, I had to try the intermediary recommended by my grandpa. However, I never thought that the direction of work would develop in an unexpected direction.

...so that not long after I escaped from danger, I went to a dangerous place again.

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The street lights were turned on at some point in the cold Luoan City. It was already evening, and after nightfall, there were fewer people on the streets. Many entertainment stores that were supposed to be brightly lit all night were closed early.

The central city of Luoan is an extremely developed megacity, with tall buildings towering into the forest. Whether it is business, trade, entertainment, or sports events, it far surpasses other cities. It is so huge that people who have lived here since childhood have

After graduating from high school and college, I can only remember very small parts of the area, such as my alma mater in elementary school, my alma mater in junior high school, my alma mater in high school, my alma mater in college, and some surrounding places.

Yes, I have lived in two different cities, but the one I remember the most is Luoan City, the city that raised me.

I am glad that the city was not struck by disaster, although it was more or less affected.

Air currents that were colder than during the day were blowing by, and even in the evening, the white breath was still clearly visible.

Walking on the sidewalk, walking alone under the company of street lights, I occasionally see a cute cleaning robot passing by.

I quietly feel the world. The slight sound of each step on the road, the sound of wind blowing in my ears, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other are somewhat similar to previous winters, but different at the same time.

but……

There is a problem that I have to face~

I can't seem to find a job.

...Oh my god! Now is not the time to hang out here leisurely. We don’t have much money on hand. If we continue like this, we will be sleeping on the streets!

I have no choice but to give it a try. Is it still open so late?

My grandpa introduced me to an intermediary in Lovina.

I remember the address seems to be...

Looking at the address on the postcard, I walked quickly for a long distance, passed several streets, and finally stopped in a small alley.

It seems to have arrived.

But not to mention there are any shops around, this is a place where not many people come here. The nearby houses seem to be abandoned. Except for a few scattered houses with lights, it seems that almost no one lives in it. It is dark except for

There is no lighting other than street lights.

The cold wind blew through the alley, making an intrusive whistling sound. I resisted the urge to shiver and looked at the postcards by the light of the street lamp.

The address says this is right.

I relentlessly explored the area but found nothing, so I finally returned to this alley.

But there seemed to be some sound coming from deep in the alley, a very faint sound, but I heard it. Since I woke up, my five senses have surprisingly become much sharper. I can hear every little sound, even at night.

I feel like I can see clearly even in dark places.

Tracking the source of the sound, I found a door, an old iron door. This door looked no different from an ordinary door. It was just an iron door of an abandoned house, but the sound did come from inside.

Yes, I can hear it more clearly from such a close distance.

There were many people making noises, mixed with laughter and shouts, and there seemed to be female voices among them, but in front of them was an abandoned house with no lights at all.

Confused, I pushed the old iron door, and with just a little force, the iron door clicked open, and what came into my eyes was a staircase leading underground.

I tightened my black jacket tightly, stepped into the door with uneasiness, walked down, and closed the door behind me.

After walking a few steps down, the voices of people talking and laughing became louder, and music similar to jazz but more rock-like also reached my ears. The temperature gradually rose, and the door kept the cold outside.

As I went deeper, a lively underground bar appeared in front of me. Many people who did not look like serious people at first glance gathered here to drink or eat. A hot young waitress was carrying wine and food between the tables.

Back and forth.

Gaji——

The stairs were made of wood. Due to their age, they made a slightly harsh sound under my feet, which caused many people in the pub to turn their attention to me.

Suddenly, my body seemed to become a little stiff with so many eyes on me. I prayed that I didn't show any ugly face. Then I suppressed the feeling of embarrassment and continued walking down to the solid floor.

Most people just glanced at me and continued with their own affairs, which greatly reduced my pressure. I was really lucky.

But here comes a new question, who is Rottweiler? There are so many people here, and there is no photo attached to the postcard, ah - Grandpa is really unreliable, making me so...

"Welcome sir, do you need anything?"

The middle-aged man at the bar waved to me. He seemed to be the owner of this underground tavern. The wooden sign hanging on the wall next to him was engraved with the three characters "Gelm", which should be the name of the tavern.

The boss looks quite serious. Although he is middle-aged, he has a very handsome face and a very fashionable hairstyle, exuding strong masculine charm.

Yes, maybe you can ask your boss at this time, it will work!

Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, stay calm! Phew - it's about to happen!

I came to the bar and sat down with some trepidation. Out of politeness, I had to order something before asking questions.

Fortunately, this is not my first time visiting a place like a pub.

"Boss, let's get something to drink."

I tried my best to express what I wanted to express in the shortest possible words, so as not to get into trouble by saying too much and making mistakes. According to my paralyzed face, I shouldn't have any strange expressions.

"No problem, guest. How about a warm beer on this cold day?"

"good."

I nodded briefly. The boss smiled and took out a beer glass from under the counter and put it on the table. He filled it with beer and pushed it in front of me. Steam rose from the glass. I picked up the glass and took a sip.

, the warm feeling spread from the stomach to the whole body, and the taste was quite good.

Recalling the warm feeling, I took a breath and my body became warm.

"The beer in our store is pretty good, how about some food?"

"What's there to eat?"

"Honey sauce roasted chicken legs, roasted duck legs, ham pizza, toasted bread, fried udon, grilled lamb chops, and our signature roasted whole chicken...wait, here is the menu."

"Give me a grilled chicken leg."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The owner of the tavern opened an iron plate behind him and said something about what was inside. It should be a kitchen or something. Most of the dishes on the menu were barbecue-type and seemed to be grilled to order.

"Boss, do you know the person on this postcard?"

Before the chicken legs were cooked, I put the postcard my grandpa gave me on the bar table and pushed it to the tavern owner, asking the question I had long wanted to ask.

The tavern owner looked at me in surprise after taking the postcard, and then returned the postcard to me.

"I am Rowena."

The boss's answer surprised me. I didn't expect that the person I was looking for was right in front of me.

"I was introduced here by my grandpa. I heard there is a job here that I can do."

"Grandpa? This guest doesn't know your name?"

"Lv Yanlian is also."

"Oh, I didn't expect Mr. Lu's grandson to come back here to find a job. But even so, there will be no special treatment."

"As long as it's work."

"Do you need money urgently? I understand. But I can't introduce you to a job right away. I will sort out a job suitable for you based on your relevant information and abilities. Please come back tomorrow morning to sign the relevant contract."

"Can."

Rowena, the owner of the tavern, took out a small book, flipped through it and looked at me and said, I think this is enough and I have no objection.

At this time, the roasted chicken legs were also brought up. The waitress was a hot waitress. After placing the food in front of me, she twisted her plump buttocks and left. However, when passing by a wine table, she was half-drunk.

The man who felt like a gangster moved upstairs.

The waitress exclaimed and was pulled down by the man and sat on his lap. In front of so many people, the man's left hand, which was densely tattooed, actually reached into the waitress's clothes from bottom to top and touched her plump and perky breasts wantonly.

.

The waitress frowned, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable, but she didn't resist too much, as if it wasn't the first time this happened to her.

I was very surprised, but I didn't want to cause trouble, and the tavern owner didn't say anything, so I just took a look and ignored him. It's not a good thing to care too much.

"Hey, what are you looking at?!"

Hey, but sometimes trouble always comes to you, and you can't hide from it. I don't want to cause trouble here, and that guy who looks like a gangster is very vicious, and I don't want to have anything to do with such a guy.

So I ignored the man who looked like a gangster and continued to pick up my grilled chicken legs and eat them silently. I hoped that this guy would just let me go.

"Asshole, I'm asking you, you brat!"

Ah, God, someone come and save me. Is this person mentally ill? I’m angry, really angry. I’m not afraid of you if you want to do something. I don’t care about the consequences. Don’t blame me then.

Ah! Anyone who disturbs my meal will be beaten out and dragged to death!

"Shut up, Ancott, and be quiet, you know?"

"Forehead…"

Boss Rowena's words were not loud, but the man who was called an underworld gangster in Ankot immediately closed his mouth, and there seemed to be a trace of fear in his eyes.

Not only Ancott, who looked like a gangster, but also the entire tavern became silent.

My anger was driven away by curiosity. Who is Rowena? He has such great power, and he also knows my grandfather. It’s better to say that maybe he knows more about my grandfather that I don’t know.

things.

He is really a mysterious tavern owner, but he is very powerful. With his guarantee, work should not be a problem.


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