Da Biao and Zhou Xiaoquan nodded and followed Brother Hua towards the bar in front!

Although the City of Death is very strange, the big guys are not afraid from the bottom of their hearts. After all, everyone is a very fierce character, especially Brother Hua... So as long as Brother Hua goes there, they will go there.

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There are layers upon layers of yellowed leaflets pasted at the door of the bar...

Some were scraped and fell to the ground... they rolled forward after being blown by the cold wind, while others were still stuck to the cold gray walls, making a rattling sound...

Looking at the bar without a sign in front of me.

They walked in slowly.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I was greeted by the strong smell of tobacco... and the foul smell of alcohol...

Then you can hear old pop songs from the 1980s and 1990s being played from a huge and bulky tape recorder...reverberating throughout the bar.

It's quite bright inside...several electric rods are glowing...

I saw three or three people sitting in the corner inside. Some were drinking, some were smoking, and some were looking helplessly with confused faces...

When Yang Hua and the others walked in, they saw a balding man at the front bar. He was probably in his 30s, with an average profile and thin lips. He was standing there with a cup in his hand.

He was smoking a cigarette and kept smoking there. He was drinking a bottle of beer in his other hand and shaking his head happily.

Yang Hua and the others walked up.

"Hello……"

Yang Hua went up and said hello with a smile.

This person is the only one who looks normal in the City of Death, so Yang Hua went to say hello to him, hoping to learn the whereabouts of Fang Wuji from their mouths.

But when Yang Hua came over, the man was obviously startled when he heard Yang Hua's voice...

Then looked up at him.

There was a rather strange look in his eyes, as if it was a strange thing to hear the words "Hello", looking at them...

This was the first time for Yang Hua and the others to talk to people here, and they were a little puzzled.

The man looking at them looked at them all over.

"New here?" he suddenly said.

Yang Hua and Da Biao who were next to him were all stunned. They didn't expect to see this guy at a glance... But Yang Hua didn't know that no one here could say hello to him.

Of course, unless outsiders...

By the way, Yang Hua and the others nodded.

The man in front of the bar seemed to be surprised by them, and looked them over again... and then suddenly sighed and said: "Hey! Why do people nowadays like to commit crimes and run away to the dead city?"

When Zhang Dabiao heard that this guy mistakenly thought that he was wanted from China and fled here, he was stunned and then prepared to refute him, but was stopped by Brother Hua.

Just listen to Yang Huaxiao say: "We brothers have just come here, and we don't know much about things here. I don't know, can you tell us."

As the saying goes, don’t hit someone with a smiling face. This statement is not false at all.

The man in front of the bar looked at Yang Hua with a satisfied look in his eyes, and said with a cigarette in his mouth: "There are a lot of rules here... You'd better get used to it slowly."

When he finished speaking, he began to play with the old and bulky tape recorder in front of him.

Yang Hua also recognized the interest and did not continue to ask.

"Can you give us four bottles of beer?" Yang Hua looked at him and said.

After hearing what Yang Hua said, the guy took out four bottles of beer from the old-fashioned refrigerator and handed them over.

"20 yuan."

After handing it over, he said.

Yang Hua took out the only 100 yuan he had from his pocket and handed it over.

After changing the money, the four of them sat in the corner with a bottle of beer each, looking at these people in the dead city...

When they first entered the Dead City, Yang Hua told them not to talk nonsense... and not to cause trouble...

So now the four of them were sitting there, drinking beer quietly and looking at everyone in the room.

I saw two men smoking cigarettes sitting in the far left corner.

A face with a sallow, thin face, without any blood, was lying on the table, with a nearly burned out cigarette butt between his fingers.

The other one was holding a bottle of beer in his hand, his face was as sallow as his... He was drinking sip after sip, his eyes blurred...

In front of them sat an old man and a young man.

The old man was probably over 60 years old, and his beard was somewhat gray. The young man next to him was probably less than twenty years old... Sitting there, the two of them lowered their heads and talked about something... It was because the voice was too low,

And can't quite figure it out...

In the small bar, besides them, there was a man and a woman sitting in the corner, who looked like they might be a couple.

The woman's eyes were red, as if she had just cried, but the man next to her looked indifferent, sitting there with her legs crossed, smoking a cigarette and drinking wine!

Yang Hua looked around...

Do you think these people are no different from people outside except for being a little abnormal?

Could it be that these people were all criminals who were wanted in China and then escaped here?

Otherwise, why would they come here?

This is still a huge question for Yang Hua.

Zhang Dabiao next to him looked around and said to Brother Hua: "The people here are so strange!"

Yang Hua nodded silently and signaled him not to speak.

The four people sat there silently, not saying a word, looking around...

After a while, just listen to the door.

He was pushed away with a bang.

Then a series of footsteps and yelling were heard.

"He's there?"

"Right here!"

"Catch him, I will chop off his hands!"

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Followed by loud shouting sounds.

I saw the bar door being pushed open with a bang.

Then several burly men came in.

Their faces were painted with horrific patterns, and they were all big and round.

There are 6 people in total.

The leading man had no scary patterns on his face, but his exposed arms were full of scary tattoos...

On the most conspicuous part of his left arm, there is a blood-red skull tattooed on him.

After entering, a pair of cold eyes surrounded the surrounding area.

When this group of people with terrifying patterns on their faces came in, Yang Hua and the others were stunned... weren't the people in front of them the same group of fierce men who were driving and killing people in the suburbs just now?

What are they doing here?

Is he still going to kill someone again?
Chapter completed!