"Ah...hey hey!!"

"Then I'll go in first."

"I said--"

"Leave this box to me! Please be sure to wait for me at a distance of fifty steps, please!"

"Hello!!"

"Then that's it!"

"Ah...ah..."

When he realized it, the things in his hand had been snatched by Yi Chen with brute force.

Then, in Baichuan's dull eyes, Yi Chen was already carrying something and trotted into the bar with a grinning expression. Looking at that look, it might have touched the wound again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The volcano erupted.

Whether from the perspective of a doctor or from other perspectives, in short, they are very angry in all senses.

"I'm so brave. Do you ignore the doctor's words? Do you underestimate me? Do you underestimate me?... It's amazing to underestimate the doctor? If you dare to underestimate me, I'll give you some color. Next time I won't inject you with pain severity! I'll let you understand what the real pain of the entire arm is cut off ah ah!"

Bang!

The wooden barrel loaded with garbage became the target of venting. Kazuchuan exuded black resentment visible to the naked eye with the expression of an evil ghost, and at the same time, he kicked the target of venting hard with his toes.

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"Stand up for me!!"

As soon as I entered, I heard such a fierce roar.

What came to mind was the scene where the bar owner taught a lesson for the new waiter. The boss, covered in muscle lumps, first scolded the novice with a look that he seemed to be wrestling with his opponent. Judging from the content of the conversation, it was probably because someone was not serious and knocked over the guest's drink.

"Ah, guest."

The gluten male boss heard the sound of opening the door.

"Do you want something to drink?"

The nameplate on the chest says "Billy Helington".

The black and white waiter looked as if he was about to burst by his muscles, and his buttons were wailing one by one.

(Ahhhhh... I don't know why, I always feel so disgusting here...).

I regret it, and I feel a little regretful that I chose a place that I don’t know the depth as the place where I agreed to meet.

"I made an appointment with someone else to meet here."

Tell me the purpose of coming here.

"Yes, then go to the bar there."

"Uh...thank you."

He nodded carefully, and Yi Chen walked towards the place where the boss pointed.

It was a curved bar with closed sides, completely wooden natural breath coming to the face, and no trace of metal texture or artificial synthetic substances could be noticed. It was clearly a seat woven by tough wooden strips, but it looked soft and soft.

(It seems to be good too.)

Thinking of this.

Yi Chen watched around.

"here!"

In a corner of the bar, the man stood up and greeted Yi Chen.

Roberts discovered the other party faster than Yi Chen. He had ordered his own drinks, and it seemed that he was drinking while passing the time to wait for others.

"Yo!"

I originally wanted to extend my other hand to say hello, but if I think about it carefully, there is only one hand left, right? So I can only say hello with a slightly revealed smile and syllable.

Yi Chen walked there and sat down with Roberts.

"Mr. Yi Chen..."

Originally, I wanted to ask what I wanted to see for myself. But with a casual glance at the corner of my eyes, I saw that thing: the... empty left sleeve.

Robles' eyes slowly widened.

"You, your...left, left hand...!?"

"Ahhh...this."

With a wry smile, Yi Chen put the box on the ground and said, "It can be understood as a public injury. The treatment fee was paid by the consortium behind me, so it's okay."

"Hey, this is, but the whole arm is-"

"——It's just an arm. Will this kind of thing be recovered soon after it is picked up? Compared to this, if it is lost, even if it is retried, the wound here will not be so easy to recover?"

He said, pointing his finger at his chest and his heart.

"If you want to be the next time... no, there shouldn't be the next time. I have already taken away my blade. No matter what invades in the future, you can cut it off, right?"

"Well... that's of course."

Robles put his head firmly.

I really wanted to give a thankful smile, but then I saw the empty place again.

...I always feel like my chest is blocked. All the imagined lines and all the imagined actions are forgotten in an instant. I can't say anything, I can only twist my body clumsily, expressing my thoughts that I want to convey but cannot express clearly.

"Everyone said that this is a man who is injured! It has nothing to do with you!"

Yi Chen said with a smile.

“…Will you not invite me to drink something before you hand it over to you?”

"Ah... I'm talking about it, I want to drink something."

"Then, wine..."

(Woo!)

So terrible!

Something scary is projecting over!

It was hard behind the needle and was projected like this!!

(Wow...)

I turned my head slightly and saw the woman sitting on the other side of the bar.

Baichuan.

"If you dare to go against me, then chop you up and chop you up and chop you up and chop you up and chop you up and chop you up and chop you up and chop you up and chop you up and chop you up..." - The woman who exuded a wave of resentment and longing that had reached the level of cursing, the terrible power seemed to even the beautiful hair behind her floating strangely because of the aura of resentment.

"Just, I'll need some juice!"

I chose the homophone and changed the [wine] I originally wanted to say it to [ju], so I finally did not cross the danger line.

“…Mr. Yi Chen doesn’t drink alcohol?”

"What a joke! I'm injured now? I have to listen to the doctor? Can I touch something like alcohol?"

If I touched it, I would be killed by that woman before the wound became inflamed and painful.

"All right, let me have a glass of milk. Juice milk, strawberry flavor."

"Oh...oh..."

The drinks and drinks were brought up by the muscle store manager one minute later.

"enjoy your meal."

Even speaking makes people feel a low sense of muscle pressure, and they seem to be worried about handing it over to the new waiter, and the manager of the institute took the initiative in person.

(...Why do I always feel like we chose the wrong place...)
Chapter completed!