Chapter Thirteen: The Aloof Person

  The three men of the Blue Flame Mercenary Corps sneered coldly, their fists clenched with a cracking sound, ready to stand up.

  However, the woman in blue armor waved her hand.

  "Sister, I'll teach this arrogant little brat a lesson." Hank said with a smile.

  "It's not needed." The woman in blue leather armor jumped down from the chair, moving her long and straight legs, her snow-white plump thighs again causing a wave of gulps in the bar.

  "Big sister is going to take matters into her own hands..." The three men from the Blue Flame Mercenary Corps looked at each other, their slightly pitiful gaze falling on Xiao Chen: "This kid, he's done for, completely done for."

  "Isn't there a stronger liquor? I want something strong. Not this watered-down stuff."

  Xiao Chen slapped the counter with one hand.

  "Alright."

  At this time, he also felt someone coming beside him, turned his head, and his eyes lit up.

  A fine vermilion horse.

  The woman in front of him, with her stunning looks and figure, was particularly captivating with her icy expression, which seemed to pose a challenge to any strong-willed man. Even the memories of that emotional encounter, with its unique charm, had an impact on Xiao Chen, reminding him of the female vampire he had met in Europe all those years ago.

  Just as cold and arrogant.

  And then there's that catchphrase: "Xiao, I'll drain your blood sooner or later."

  When Xiao Chen stole the treasure of the Blood Clan, the ancestor's essence blood, and was hunted down by the thirteen royal uncles of the Blood Clan, the woman known as the Holy Maiden of the Blood Clan let him go. As he left, she still said coldly: "Xiao, I will eventually drain your blood."

  Two people, with no intersection at all.

  It's even more impossible for Xiao Chen to fall in love with her.

  At that time.

  Xiao Chen is a lone wolf and will not stay for anyone.

  Until one day, he heard that the woman had died, dead under the siege of the Vatican.

  Xiao Chen was furious.

  He single-handedly slaughtered the entire Papal Army until the Pope himself intervened, forcing him to retreat with two sacred artifacts.

  Xiao Chenye sneaked into Kunlun at night, stole the treasure of Kunlun, "Dashi Bian", and then killed his way up to the Vatican, shattering the "Cup of Light" and the "Sceptre of Light", and severely injuring the Pope.

  Past events are vivid, as if before one's eyes.

  Xiao Chen smiled and shook his head.

  The corners of her eyes were even moist.

  Looking at this woman in front of me who has an air of elegance and refinement.

  He slightly curled up the corners of his mouth, grabbed a wine jug and smiled: "Beauty, drink?"

  Ahh.

  Several of Hank's Blue Flame Mercenaries covered their eyes with their palms, unable to bear the tragic scene that was about to unfold.

  This kid is really asking for trouble.

  How dare you speak to me like that, "Blue Flame Ice Girl" Wynona's reputation, this kid probably hasn't heard of it.

  Vivian opened her eyes, which were a bright blue, and inside them seemed to be two small flames of azure, slightly flickering.

  Her icy gaze was like a knife, as if it would freeze Xiao Chen in place.

  "Can you handle your liquor?" Veronica sneered.

  "Whether it can be drunk or not, only after drinking will you know." Xiao Chen grabbed the wine jug and poured himself a cup, taking a big gulp.

  Vivian didn't know whether Xiao Chen was pretending or really calm.

  For so many years, few men have dared to behave like this in front of her "Blue Flame Ice Girl". There were some before, but they all thought they were clever, using the trick of retreating in order to advance. After being exposed, their outcomes were all quite miserable.

  He's still young, can't even be considered a man yet.

  At most, he's just a boy.

  A boy who also understands wine!

  Vivian raised her head and smiled coldly: "Alright then, I'll drink with you."

  She grabbed the wine jug and poured herself a cup, downing it in one gulp.

  Two people, you one cup, me one cup, no words, but drinking very fast, a jug of wine is quickly emptied.

  "Hey, big sister, want to have a drinking contest with that kid?"

  "It seems like..."

  "Big sister's capacity for liquor can easily take down three of us, but that little guy is in trouble."

  "It's easy for you to say, but I think... that kid got off too lightly."

  The people of the Blue Flame Mercenaries, even in the bar, many eyes were drawn over. What was originally expected to be a violent scene turned into a drinking contest, and it was with the Blue Flame Ice Girl that many people were disappointed, and some even became jealous.

  "People are beautiful people, wine is not good wine..."

  After drinking a pot, Xiao Chen came up with a very pretentious sentence.

  This instantly triggered a burst of whispers.

  "Fat Hak, give him a strong one. You can't be out of stock, can you?" The crowd jeered.

  "Wanting strong liquor is not simple, this has fierce flame red lips."

  Hagane smiled and took out another wine, with a bright red color, like fire.

  Xiao Chen took it over and he and Viviana each had a cup, finishing quickly.

  "It's still not working, is there something stronger?"

  Hake didn't say much and went to get another kind of wine again.

  After drinking, Xiao Chen still shook his head.

  They had done it five or six times, that is to say, within a short half hour, Xiao Chen and Viona had already drunk five or six jars of wine.

  No matter how much you drink, it's still not good for you.

  Vivian's face was already flushed with desire, her frosty demeanor crumbling under the influence of the strong liquor.

  Looking at Xiao Chen, except for a slight sweat on his forehead, his eyes were still clear.

  "Big sister, it's almost at its limit. This little guy is quite something." Hank and his companions said with a serious tone.

  "I'm asking you, Pong Hark, don't you have any good wine? You can't even get a single person drunk and yet you claim to be the number one brewmaster of Starry Sky City." Zeren shouted.

  Lian Ha Ke's face also turned bad, he was a brewmaster by origin, opened a bar for many years, and had connections with the Mercenary Guild. The Night Color Bar was famous, if they couldn't even satisfy customers with wine, what kind of bar were they running?

  So many years, a guest like Xiao Chen who drank at Night Color Bar and said it's not good is the first one.

  However, Xiao Chen's capacity for liquor was indeed astonishing.

  After some thought, his eyes suddenly lit up, "You want strong liquor, huh? Well, I'll give you strong liquor."

  He said to Xiao Chen: "Sir, wait a minute."

  Then he walked into the storage room behind the counter and soon came out with an unopened, black-lacquered vat.

  He removed the mud seal and poured it into a cup. Suddenly, a strong smell of wine wafted out.

  Xiao Chen's eyes lit up, and he hastily grabbed the wine jug and poured it into his mouth. Hack exclaimed "ah" and reached out to stop him, but it was too late.

  Xiao Chen's throat "gurgled, gurgled" as he rolled it around, swallowing like a whale. Some dark green liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the aroma of wine hit his nose.

  "What a fragrant wine! Fat Hak, you're not being very generous. You've been hiding such good wine from me? I'm an old customer of your Night Color Bar, and I've never even seen this wine before."

  Among adventurers, drunkards are quite common. Seeing Xiao Chen drink so happily, they were attracted by the strange and strong wine aroma and shouted together.

  Hake's face turned green at this time.

  Staring at Xiao Chen, watching him gulp down more than half a can in one go, it's heart-wrenching.

  Han Ke, who was shouting the loudest, sneered and pushed over half a cup of dark green liquor: "You drink it yourself."

  Hank hastily picked up the wine glass, put it to his lips, and only took a small sip. Instantly, a red flush spread from his neck upwards, his entire face looked like it had been infused with blood, he jumped up, sticking out his tongue, panting heavily like a dog: "Spicy, so spicy, what is this stuff? Huck, you're trying to kill me!"

  "Hmph, this is the original wine. With just a small sip from you, I can exchange it for a whole jug of 'Emerald Night Color' worth 50 gold coins. You're getting a good deal, do you know that?" Hack said gritting his teeth, his eyes fixed intently on Xiao Chen.

  At this time, Xiao Chen finally put down the wine jug, belched, and sprayed out a strong smell of wine that almost made the nearest Viona faint.

  "Not bad, although it can't compare with Lao Gui's brew, but it'll do."

  Hacker almost vomited blood.

  What kind of person is this, drinking a whole vat of our finest wine, and then diluting it? At the very least, we should have over a hundred vats of Emerald Night, how much money would that be worth?

  Xiao Chen ultimately wasn't Xiao Chen from his past life.

  After drinking this jar of raw wine, I felt dizzy and intoxicated.

  He took a deep look at Wynona...

  After all, it's no longer the old friend...

  The deceased has passed away...

  Gone with the wind...

  He burst out laughing.

  He grabbed the big package, untied it, and suddenly a clinking sound was heard, gold coins colliding, and many magical gemstones shining brightly. This attracted several pairs of greedy eyes in the corner of the bar, staring at him. He casually pulled out several large bags of money, without counting them, and threw them to FatHak.

  He immediately grabbed the jar of undrunk liquor and walked out with a sway.

  "I was originally from Wò Lóng Gǎng, a carefree person..."

  Among laughter...

  A song with a hint of loneliness in its hoarse singing, the figure, gradually fading away...

  Everyone in the bar was stunned.

  "This person... is really a weirdo..."

  Vivian's beautiful eyes gazed at Xiao Chen's slender back, disappearing into the entrance of the bar.

  What was being sung, Winona couldn't understand, but the implication of the melody made anyone who heard it feel desolate, and even a bit like the vicissitudes of life.