The smell of blood in the bar was very strong. It did not refer to the smell of blood that could be smelled with the nose, but came from Russell's perception. His sixth sense told him that many people had died here.
Blue light flashed in his eyes, the scenery changed drastically, a bloody mist surrounded the bar, and the coldness lingered.
Russell closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had returned to normal. He adjusted his tightly buttoned collar and quickly followed the Jacobs' family.
"Hey, all the handsome guys coming and going, all the girls in the bar tonight are half price, the prices are fair. What are you hesitating about? You were picked up late."
"Whether it's a white girl, a black girl, or a Latin girl, passionate, glamorous, juicy, hairy, biting, even bigger than you, we have everything here, and you can pick the best of them all!"
In the parking lot, you can see a tough-looking waiter from a distance, standing at the door of the bar soliciting customers. He is ugly, but he is indeed very eloquent. He talks fast and boasts, which attracts the attention of truck drivers and motorcyclists.
interest.
"Hey, look at these guests..."
The waiter looked at the Jacob family and laughed a few times. When he saw Brother Seth, his face suddenly turned cold: "Guys, this place only entertains truck drivers smelling of engine oil. This is not the place for you."
Speaking of this, the waiter's pupils shrank when he saw Russell, who looked like a priest, and the bright cross on his chest.
Bang!
Seth took advantage of his unpreparedness and punched the waiter to the ground. He rubbed his hands and pushed open the bar door. He said boldly: "Guys, we should go our separate ways tomorrow. It's been a pleasure getting along with you. I'll pay for tonight.
Indulge yourself to your heart’s content!”
Jacob held his children's shoulders and walked into the chaotic bar silently, praying that nothing unexpected would happen tonight.
Richard stepped onto the steps of the bar, suddenly turned around, punched and kicked the waiter who got up, and laughed with a nervous smile.
Russell looked down at the waiter on the ground, curled his lips slightly, raised his feet and stepped over him.
…
In the bar, the band played hard rock music, tobacco mixed with alcohol came into the air, the hall was filled with strong men drinking red eyes, and curses and fights could be seen everywhere.
It's a bit chaotic, but the receptionist at the door is right. There are really a lot of girls here.
The four walls and ceiling of the bar are made of large bricks and stones. Although the floor is covered with wooden floors, it feels empty when you step on it. It can be seen that there is also a layer of floor tiles below.
The naked dancers are either standing on the dining table or on the observation deck on the second floor, twisting and enchanting in response to the music.
Brother Seth, a social person, fell in love with the place immediately when he saw the social atmosphere in the bar and walked towards the bar with a smile.
Jacob secretly shook his head, watching the dancers swaying on the dance floor without blinking, and criticizing in his heart. However, when he saw his fat son's smile gradually rippling, he immediately snorted and covered his eyes.
He is also a priest. Although Russell's eyes widened without blinking, his consciousness was much higher than Jacob's. His eyes were clear and he did not see the white yellow, but only saw the loss of morality and humanity.
of distortion.
Seeing the naked dancers shivering on the stage, forcing a smile and dancing to the music, Russell was extremely angry: "I can't even afford clothes, but I still insist on working the night shift. The Lord's glory is really needed here, and it seems that only
I can save them."
Ahead, Jacob stumbled, changing from praying for a safe night to asking Russell to go to hell.
At the bar, Brother Seth got into trouble again. Like the waiter at the door, the bartender was unwilling to serve them and told them to get out.
The bartender had a sinister face, a gangster look, and a machete on his waist. He looked very untouchable.
Seth was irritated by the bartender's tough tone, and the two had a quarrel. As a fight was about to take place, the good old Jacob got in between them.
"Guys, there's no need to get excited, it's just a misunderstanding!" Jacob illuminated his second-level driver's license and handed it to the bartender: "You said this place only entertains motorcycle riders and truck drivers. I am a truck driver.
My RV is parked outside, they are my friends..."
The bartender sneered twice and returned the driver's license to Jacob. He looked at Brother Seth as if he were dead: "Welcome, I wish you a good time."
Just when everything was calm, Russell's appearance caused the bartender's expression to change suddenly. He said with a livid face: "We don't entertain clergy here, you...leave immediately!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm a s***!"
"Brother, what age is this?"
Russell said, leaning on the bar, and silently stretched out his hand under his robe.
"Ahh——"
The dancer next to Russell screamed, turned around suddenly, and was about to yell something. Franklin, who was held between Russell's fingers, was amused, picked up the knife and winked, as if nothing happened.
The bartender looked at Russell with a dark look on his face: "Are you really a priest?"
Russell shook out his black priest's robe and put his finger on the cross: "From head to toe, no matter how you look at it, I am a genuine priest."
The bartender silently stepped back, keeping a certain distance from the cross, and ignored Russell with a wave of his hand.
Seth ordered two bottles of whiskey, walked to a dining table, and put the pistol in his waist on the table, instantly freeing up a few empty seats.
"Russell, even if you are a fake priest, please respect the clothes you are wearing. You have just discredited the clergy." Jacob said angrily.
"What does it matter? The Master once said, no, the Lord once said, either you have power or you have fun, you can't have both...so I chose the latter."
"..."
Jacob didn't say anything. He poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. He was obviously very angry.
"Okay, actually I am saving that girl. You see she is so poor that she can't even buy clothes...Jacob, where are you going?"
Jacob silently changed his position away from Russell. Instead, little chubby Scott sat next to Russell. He said with admiration: "Russell, can you lend me a Franklin?"
"Why?"
"I also feel that they have no clothes to wear and are very pitiful!"
"Young man, your play is too fake. I don't see mercy in your eyes."
Having said that, Russell gently hooked Scott's shoulder: "You brat, for the sake of you being Chinese, secretly tell me who the poor girl is in your eyes."
Scott smiled shyly and pointed to the side. Russell looked over and immediately curled his lips.