Technological practice: leading the human race to the stars

Chapter 158 Old Fox
"Hey, you actually brought me here, you two are not lying to me, are you?"

"No, no, you can ask the bartender at the bar. He knows who it is. He was the one who notified us to do this dirty work."

Yuanze was too lazy to waste time talking. He knocked them out, stripped them and threw them at the door of the store. He then tied them to the pillars with special handcuffs.

He looked up at the name of the store, "Old Fox Bar". What era is it now, and there are still people using foreign names. Could he be a foreigner?

The moment he entered the door, the noise instantly quieted down and everyone's eyes were directed at him.

There were also a few very sharp gazes mixed in, but they were quickly retracted. It was really difficult to track them without turning on the "Flow" state.

"I can actually see new people here?" someone asked in Esperanto with a thick accent.

"It's none of your business." Yuanze calmly responded to the man in Esperanto and sat down directly at the bar.

The rough laughter in the store started again, and the atmosphere became more lively.

"Un Mojito with más jugo de limón, por favor, a mojito with extra lime juice."

"It's really rare that there are still people in China who can speak to me in Castilian these days." The bartender handed the freshly prepared cocktail to the customer and was attracted by his words.

"is it not OK?"

The bartender smiled and nodded: "Right up."

The mint leaves fall lightly into the glass, and as the silky rum is poured in, they intertwine with the mint, releasing a pleasant aroma.

Fresh lime juice is then added and ice cubes are added to cool the wine to the perfect temperature.

Soda water gurgles in like a clear stream, blending all the flavors with the help of a spoon.

Finally, garnish the rim of the glass with a few slices of lime and mint leaves.

"Okay, you asked for it."

Yuanze took small sips, and the bubbles of soda water bloomed slightly on the tip of the tongue, releasing more sweetness of the rum. The sour and refreshing combination of mint and lime brought a unique level of depth.

"Is the lender here?" Yuanze asked casually, pretending to be casual.

The whole room immediately cooled down again. Everyone clearly heard the word "lender" and took a deep breath.

Only the bartender was still cleaning the glasses leisurely. He spoke slowly in Esperanto, "I'm sorry, the bar is closed today. Please go ahead and pay for the drinks."

After everyone had left, he spoke softly, "Come with me."

The bartender was carrying a tray with two short, fat glasses on it, each containing a large ice ball and some clear amber whiskey.

Although Yuanze didn't know much about wine, Astra said that this "lender" was extremely particular.

He chose a classic old-fashioned glass with a capacity of about 8 ounces and thick walls, which is suitable for slowly savoring whiskey.

The ice ball inside is also very picky. While maintaining the overall spherical shape, the bartender has small pits chiseled out of the ice ball to better preserve the taste.

The choice of whisky was also very picky, this was a single malt 25 year old Macallan, which was very rare before the catastrophe.

The amount of liquor was also very precise. Yuanze saw the cocktail mixing process and each glass was an extremely precise 2 ounces.

This bartender was also a Source Warrior, and Yuan Ze sensed that he was using Source Force to attach to the ice ball to cool it down.

All of this is to maintain the best taste.

The bartender stopped at the door at the end of the upstairs corridor and knocked gently, making just the right "duangduang" sound.

"come in."

The bartender opened the door, led Yuanze to his seat, put down two glasses of whiskey, and left.

Yuanze could only see half of the lender's body. He picked up the wine glass and tasted it carefully, motioning Yuanze to taste it as well.

When Yuanze sipped the whiskey, he first felt the moderate coolness brought by the ice ball.

As the wine warms up, the rich aroma of honey and vanilla blooms on the tip of the tongue, followed by the taste of dried fruits and oak. The wine is smooth, smooth in the mouth and has a long aftertaste.

Finally, a hint of spicy flavor lingers gently in the mouth, bringing a rough aftertaste.

"How about it?"

“I have to say, it’s great.”

The lender did not bring any sense of oppression to Yuanze. On the contrary, he could clearly feel the flow of source power in every part of his body. His strength was not only lower than that of the bartender, but also lower than that of the guests in the tavern.

"You must be confused, why are they so afraid of me when they hear my name?"

"I don't want to know. I'm here to ask for an explanation." Yuanze shook his head, not wanting to be led astray by him.

"The explanation has already been given."

The lender snapped his fingers, and the bartender pushed the door open again.

The bartender still had that calm expression on his face, except that there was some red liquid splashing from his cheeks to his leather shoes, making him look particularly creepy.

"Dong dong dong."

The bartender threw two red and blue balls on the ground, which rolled to Yuanze's feet before he closed the door and walked away.

"These two guys have been taking advantage of me for a long time. I should thank you for bringing these two cunning guys to me." The lender turned around, holding the wine glass.

Yuanze didn't believe his lies at all, but now there was no evidence to prove it.

"The combined strength of both of us is not as good as yours. You can even take your anger out on us, kill us and run away."

Yuanze saw him raise his head and finally saw his face. He was a Westerner, or to be more precise, only half of his face was visible.

To be more precise, he only has half a body.

"Is there no normal person here?" Yuanze was also frank and did not give the other party a good look.

The lender didn't answer, but smiled softly, which made Yuanze's scalp numb and he wanted to close his eyes: "You went through so much trouble to find me, what do you want to do?"

"I didn't want to go through so much trouble, but an old fortune teller asked me to find you this way."

"Ok?"

"We want you to do me a favor. As for the reward, look here."

The lender touched the ground with one leg and the chair turned 180 degrees. On the back of his head, Yuanze also saw two half-written words.

When the lender saw Yuanze's pupils shrink, he knew that the old man was truly powerful, as he could predict every word and every detail like the back of his hand.

If I want to say it another way, it will become what he predicted.

"Now you know why I am so miserable. It is a pure miracle that I am still alive. I worked hard for them before, and it was not until I was split in half by the enemy that I realized what they were."

"How ridiculous! Didn't you just unlock the genetic lock?"

"Yes, I guess this is the most useless gene lock ability of humans, 'Fachan', which will only be triggered when cut in half. Your mission is also related to this."

"Let me get half of your body back, huh?"

"Ever since I went into hiding in China, I have always been able to feel the presence of my other half. I have moved to many places, and this feeling is the strongest here, but I have been losing this feeling frequently lately."

"That old man is quite amazing, to be able to calculate the existence of someone like you."

"We can talk about anything except him."

"I accepted the mission."

(End of this chapter)