Shadow Empire

Chapter 107 Mr. Lance buys everyone a drink

If we were to rank the smartest people in a bar, the first one would definitely be the bartender.

The bartender looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, wearing a white shirt and a black vest. He glanced at the two dollars on the table, then looked at Lance. Under Lance's gaze, he picked up the two dollars and put it in his pocket.

He looked towards the stage. "That guy in blue jeans and a dark green cowboy hat is Hammer."

The bartender turned back to Lance, "Don't cause trouble in the bar."

Lance nodded slightly and walked to the edge of the stage.

Hammer was in a bad mood today. This was his second cup.

After he reported those illegal immigrants to the union, the union ignored his report. He was very angry. He was exhausted from work every day but still made little money. He believed that all this was caused by those illegal immigrants and immigrants.

Although the anti-immigration activities did not last long, they provided an outlet for many federal people who could not find an excuse for their failure.

They believe that their failure is caused by immigrants.

But in fact, even without immigration, they still would not succeed, but now they can convince themselves with peace of mind and find a common target of hatred.

He should have left after finishing the first glass, but maybe the guy he beat up at the dock gate made his mood change in some unknown way, so he ordered another glass.

There was no choice but for his friend to accompany him and order a drink.

The alcohol content of beer and whiskey may not seem high, but the water enters the bladder and the alcohol enters the blood vessels. Its strength may not be great, but it is not small either.

At this time, the two men were already a little confused and were swearing at the dancers on the stage and asking them to face them.

The dancers were already used to this kind of freeloading situation, and they just continued to work hard to show their talents to the guests who put in some change.

"These bitches are so snobbish. They're for show anyway, so why don't they let us see them a little longer!" Hammer continued to use his expertise and began to complain and grumble.

"Fake!"

He took another big sip. The cold beer and the right alcohol content made him feel relaxed.

He wiped the foam from his mouth and suddenly burst into laughter for no apparent reason.

At this moment, several people came up behind him, and one of them even hugged his shoulders from his left side, "Hammer?"

Hammer looked back at the people around him. They were all young people he didn't know.

Almost instinctively, or subconsciously, he raised his left arm and turned around, forcing the other person's hand that was holding his arm to move away, "Who the hell are you?"

His colleague also stood up. Both of them were guys who did manual labor at the dock. They were very strong and also felt a little oppressed.

Derisi (Hiram's friend), who was pushed away by him, was a little embarrassed and said, "We have something we want to talk to you about. Come with us."

Hammer blinked and pushed him in the chest. "You said you would get out..."

Lance, who was standing next to him, grabbed the big beer mug on the table and smashed it against his head!

The blood flowing from the crack on his forehead instantly dyed half of his face red.

The broken glass and the half-empty beer turned into foam and flew in all directions. The dancer stepped back hastily but did not scream.

Hammer suffered a severe blow to the head and lost his balance all of a sudden. He held on to the platform but still fell to the ground.

His colleague tried to help but was forced to stand back and stand aside with a gun to his head.

Derisi and several others immediately raised their leather shoes and kicked him on the head. The alcohol and the heavy blow to the head made it impossible for Hammer to stand up.

He tried, but fell heavily to the ground halfway up, and was kicked several more times on the head and face.

Fights among drunkards are common in bars at the port. These workers have little higher education and may start fighting over a few words when they are drunk.

The people around did not feel fear, but instead felt excited, and some even shouted "Beat him to death".

They are just a bunch of people who like to watch the fun and don’t mind making trouble!

The bartender asked someone to help watch the bar, and walked over and stood next to Lance. "You said you wouldn't cause trouble." He had an unpleasant expression on his face.

Lance glanced at him, then held the shoulders of the people around him and jumped onto the stage. "I'll buy everyone a drink."

Those who were still watching the fun or planning to leave looked at Lance with surprise. They all raised their glasses, whistled or cheered loudly, and waved their arms high to show their enthusiasm at the moment.

Lance jumped down from the stage and took out a handful of money. He didn't count it, but it was at least 70 or 80 yuan. He stuffed it into his pocket and said, "If it's not enough, I'll have someone come over to give you the rest tomorrow. If it's enough, I'll treat you and your colleagues to a drink with the rest."

The bartender was also stunned for a moment, and looked at Lance meaningfully, "Get him out as soon as possible." Then he went back to the bar, where a large group of people were already waiting to get their drinks.

As for Hammer?

Who the hell cares, just beat the son of a bitch to death!
Several people grabbed Hammer's hair and dragged him out of the basement with blood all over his face. In less than ten minutes, everyone felt sweaty.

His colleague was also brought out. Lance glanced at him, counted out five two-dollar bills, pinched them between his index and middle fingers, and stuffed them into his pocket. "Go back and take a shower and have a good sleep. Nothing happened." "You haven't seen Hammer, and you don't know what happened."

"If I can find him, I can find you, right?"

After all, he is just an ordinary worker. Even if he is good at fighting, he can only give in when he encounters a group of people who are obviously not like them.

Besides, that's ten bucks.

"I... uh, my relationship with him isn't that good." He said helplessly, but it was also the truth.

Lance patted his shoulder, "Don't do anything stupid, just go."

The man looked back every few steps he took, and when he reached the alley, he ran away!

The security guards and gatekeepers looked at Hammer being dragged out by his hair. Just looking at him made them feel pain!
At this time, the soles of people's shoes were mostly inlaid with iron nails, mainly to protect the soles of leather shoes.

It may sound ridiculous, but it's the truth.

The first thing most people do after buying leather shoes is to embed iron nails in the heels to reduce the wear and tear of the shoes.

Because people nowadays are not so wealthy that they can buy a pair of shoes whenever they want. In order to make a pair of shoes last longer, they will put spikes on them.

Of course, this also makes them make crisp sounds when they walk, and some people like this sound, and this situation often occurs between the lower and lower levels.

Lance's friends are all from the lower class of society, and the first thing they do when they get a new pair of leather shoes is to put nails on them.

As you can imagine, although the studs are basically flat and slightly bumpy, it would still be scary if they were kicked in the face!
Hammer's face and head were covered with wounds, like a bloody gourd.

Lance asked someone to drive the car over. At the same time, he took out the two seized pistols, unloaded the magazines, and returned them to the security guard who had a blister on his face.

"We can be strangers, friends, or enemies. It's up to you to decide how to do it."

"Remember my name, Lance."

He patted the gatekeeper on the chest to express his gratitude for his calmness, and then when the car arrived, he threw Hammer into the car and left.

The gatekeeper looked at the security guard, "Lance?"

The security guard was also a little worried. Although Lance took the magazine, the magazine was not valuable. In other words, they actually suffered no loss.

"I'll go down and take a look."

The security guard came to the bar, and there was no panic among the people there. Instead, it was more lively than usual.

He squeezed next to the bartender and looked at him and the two apprentices who were busy and sweating. He was a little puzzled. "What happened just now?"

“He bought everyone a drink, including us.”

The bartender certainly wouldn't give everyone a shot of whiskey, it would still be a 40-point "bomb", a large glass of beer, with an ounce of bad whiskey.

They couldn't even spend fifty dollars in total, so the rest would naturally be theirs.

The bartender took out a bottle of Copper Label La Boheme whiskey, which is considered mid-range in a low-end bar.

He poured a large glass and handed it to the security guard.

The security guard scratched his head. This was a very difficult matter to handle.

Even if he went to tell the gang leaders above that the bar had not suffered any loss but had instead made a huge profit, the bar owner would certainly not have any objection, and neither would the people who came to play there.

The only injury in the whole incident was his face, but starting a gang war over a minor injury on the face that might not leave a scar?
Maybe the big boss will throw him into the trash, gang wars also cost money.

How do we deal with this matter?
He was a little confused!
On the other side, sitting in the car and being blown by the slightly chilly night wind, Hammer, who had just sobered up, was already scared. He covered his head and groaned, "You got the wrong person."

No one paid any attention to him, so he quickly changed the subject, "If I did something wrong, I apologize, and I hope you can forgive me. Sometimes I do things without thinking..."

Ethan, who was sitting next to him, raised his fist and started punching. Lance, who was driving behind him, saw the car in front of him shaking, and he knew it must be Ethan who was beating him.

The car finally stopped in the alley next to the hospital. Lance went to the ward, while Alan and another young man stood at the door and chatted.

When they saw Lance coming, they immediately stood up and briefly explained the situation.

Lance gave them four packs of cigarettes and twenty dollars, and said, "Thank you for your hard work tonight," and went into the room.

Erwin has woken up, and his expression is not very good.

"The person has been found. Do you want to leave it for you to deal with it yourself, or should I do it?"

Erwin perked up when he heard this, "I want to do it myself!"

Lance walked to the door and said to Alan, "Go get a wheelchair."

Soon, Lance pushed Erwin outside. When the obedient Hammer saw Erwin, he knew what the problem was!
(End of this chapter)