Chapter 210 I want to be arrogant

The casino that Black Cat mentioned is actually a bar. After the end of the world, for safety reasons, it closed the external portal, window and passage, opened an iron door into the inside of the castle, and strengthened the outer periphery of the building.

This bar is called "Bullet", and the business hall covers an area of ​​about 400 square meters. The bar sells alcohol, but any alcoholic beverage is basically left over from before the end of the world, expensive and luxurious, and only a very small number of people can afford it. Most people can only drink a juice collected from certain end of the world plants (equivalent to the rooted juice of Lin Zaishan). The basic currency used is bullets, but barter is allowed to be exchanged and mortgaged with other valuable things.

In addition to selling alcohol, there are also entertainment facilities such as billiards, card tables, darts and small boxing rings in the bar. In most cases, these facilities are used by guests to gambling, with various bets, including bullets, valuables, weapons, equipment, labor or other content. John Castle strictly prohibits members from fighting privately, but there is only exception in the boxing ring in the Bullet Bar, provided that they are recognized by the bar manager, John's right-hand man Marcus. Some people use the boxing ring to fight in the boxing ring to resolve personal grudges, attract attention or vent violence. There is also a secret corridor into the bar business hall. Several rooms leading to the corridor are the "land of gentleness" in the minds of men. Some female slaves are arranged to entertain customers for various reasons. Of course, the price is also amazingly high. Basically, the corridor is lined up every night.

Due to the lack of entertainment content in the apocalypse, the over-energy of the night, the idle militants, staff and a small number of slaves need to be recreated, the Bullet Bar is of course prosperous.

It was already 19 o'clock in the evening, and the bar was brightly lit, the music was shaking the sky and the crowds were crowded.

Lin Zaishan, who was still wearing a slave collar, followed the Black Cat to the Bullet Bar. There were two fully armed guards at the bar entrance. They stared at Lin Zaishan with contemptuous eyes and said to the Black Cat: "Take the slave in, if something happens, you will be jointly and severally responsible, do you know?"

"Don't worry, buddy, I am definitely well-behaved." Black cat pointed to Lin Zaishan, who looked honest and complacent, and smiled, "Besides, haven't you seen it? He is a Chinese. What can a Chinese monkey cause in the bar?"

The two guards laughed, their laughter filled with disdain and mockery.

Lin Zaishan thought to himself: "The Chinese people are away from home, abide by the law when they are wandering in a foreign land, and be honest. Isn't this good? Why are they still discriminated against? It's really inexplicable."

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The two entered the bar and called two glasses of root juice amid the noise.

"1051, sit here and don't move. I'll go and greet a few old guys. Who knows if you can see them again tomorrow, right?"

The black cat turned around and walked towards a tall, fat and strong middle-aged white man. The other party grabbed the black cat and lifted him up in the air.

Seeing this, Lin Zaishan was about to go over and interfere. The fat man suddenly hugged the black cat and showed a friendly smile on his face. "Your cat is still jumping around. The mouse business is not very prosperous recently, right?"

"Don't mention, the life in the tunnel is not something you, a stone mind, can imagine."

The fat man saw Lin Zaishan looking here with concern and asked the black cat: "Is the Chinese monkey over there your bitch?"

"1051 is a good person, you know, as steady and well-behaved as a big girl."

"Haha! All Chinese people have this virtue, both cunning and timid."

When Lin Zaishan saw that the black cat was not in trouble, he drank the root juice on his own. The meaning of these juices to him was very different from that of other people in the bar: for the latter, it may be just a liquid with a taste, which at best has a little psychological comfort effect; but for Lin Zaishan, the root juice is not only rich in nutrition and sufficient life energy, but also can detect a lot of valuable information. He tasted the climate and scenery of the nearby mountains from this cup of root juice.

He came to him alone, sat on a high stool, and said to Lin Zaishan: "Forget the wind and moon around him, and the lovesickness is in the wine. Brother, you drink by yourself, it seems very melancholy and sad."

Lin Zaishan saw a young man with black hair and yellow skin and asked in Chinese: "Are you also a Chinese?"

"Yes, I'm from North China. Dalong, the Material Management Department."

Lin Zaishan asked about his hometown and was surprised to find that Dalong was actually a fellow countryman with him. Dalong came to the United States to work hard after graduating from university before the end of the world. After entering the end of the world, he survived by luck and became John's deployment. The so-called fellow villagers were crying when they met their fellow villagers. The two of them talked very easily and felt like they were the same when they saw each other.

"Brother Lin, do you know? Heavy Metal John was a famous American pop singer before the end of the world. He used a large number of fans to establish his status in the early end of the world to build this John Castle."

"I saw John exerting a very powerful sonic power. He should have other powers, otherwise it would be difficult to control these vicious people by virtue of prestige alone."

"Yes, John also has mental control ability, which can make people feel awe and brainwash people unknowingly." Dalong enthusiastically introduced to Lin Zaishan: "There are more than 300 armed personnel, more than 500 staff members and more than 1,000 slaves in John Castle. It can be called the largest force in Luocheng."

"You mean there are other forces in Luocheng?"

"They are all small gangsters who are roaming around and searching for resources. They will sooner or later die without a base."

"It makes sense. But wandering also has its own benefits, at least it is more free."

"Brother Lin, you don't seem to be familiar with the current situation of Luocheng in the end of the world. If you want to survive in the hell of Luocheng like this, you must adopt demonic means. All forces, no matter how big or small, are all vicious people, otherwise you will be killed at any time."

"Will everyone be friendly and caring for each other help deal with external threats?"

"Brother Lin, you are talking about an ideal state. Maybe it can be used in China, but in the end of the world, Luocheng and even the United States, everything is respected by strength. Without strength, there is no trust, without strength, there is no friends, without strength, there is no unity and cooperation. This is a world where strength is respected, and without strength, there is destined to be bullied."

"horrible!"

"It's indeed terrible." Brother Long sighed: "Although we Chinese are smart and have a certain number, they are good at dividing but not good at combining. In the last days, Luocheng, including John Castle, they cannot form effective groups at all. In addition, we are all too honest and weak, so we cannot escape the fate of being bullied by other groups."

"If we don't recruit anyone and don't offend others, why should they oppress us? Is there no guarantee of conscience and order?" Lin Zaishan knew that what Dalong said was the truth, but he still couldn't help but complain.

"Conscience is only useful to good people, and order guarantees are from top to bottom. Without power and status, they can only become objects of control; powerful people do not need to abide by too many rules."

"Although this makes sense, it may not be completely valid. I believe that if a powerful person is completely at will and does not follow the rules at all, he will soon squander his halo and resources, and will eventually end up miserably."

"Brother Lin, let's not talk about such heavy topics. We just come to the bar to relax."

"OK."

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The two continued to chat with the root juice. At this time, five big men came in, all of them were thick black men. They came to the bar in groups and saw Da Long and Lin Zaishan as ordinary staff members and the other as slaves. They threatened without hesitation: "Get out of here quickly, Chinese monkey!"

Lin Zaishan didn't want to cause trouble, so he got up and left. However, Dalong stood up proudly and straightened his chest and said, "We got this position first. Please go and sit next to you!"

The strong black man in the lead lifted the dragon up and placed it horizontally on the bar counter, and wanted to hit it. The waiter behind the bar counter didn't buy it. He immediately picked up his rifle and aimed at the strong man, and ordered: "Private fights and troubles are strictly prohibited in John Castle. If you don't want to die, be more obedient!"

The strong man threw away the dragon, raised his middle finger at him, and mocked him: "The despicable, hateful Chinese monkeys are all sissy! If you have the courage, don't hide behind your mother's butt, and show your poor little peanut seedlings."

Everyone in the bar found the excitement, and they all surrounded each other with great enthusiasm and started cheering loudly. Many people followed the strong man just now and shouted: "Chinese, sissy!"

The hot-blooded dragon flipped off the bar and shouted loudly: "Battleman, I want to fight you one-on-one!"

The onlookers were in an uproar. Lin Zaishan hurriedly pulled Dalong and persuaded him: "Dalong, don't be impulsive."

Dalong ignored Lin Zaishan and shouted at the strong man righteously: "You are not allowed to insult us Chinese! Today, I want to fight with you one-on-one and let you see the courage of us Chinese!"

"What? Did I hear it wrong?" The strong man put his right hand in his ear and made a funny listening action, and then asked his companion: "Is this Chinese monkey going to fight me one-on-one, is it because I have hallucinations?"

The companion made fun of him and said, "Yes, Boss Bright, your black North American rooster is teasing you."

The strong man Bright gestured like a drama actress and said, "No way? When did my black North American rooster shrink to this point?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

The dragon suddenly grabbed an empty wine bottle and knelt it on the bar, took the remaining half of it to the strong men's faces, and shouted: "Don't talk so much nonsense. If you don't dare to accept my challenge, just get away. From then on, you will see the Chinese people bowing their heads and bent down and calling grandpa!"

"Since you want to die, I will give you my best." Bright bent his arms and showed off his muscles. "I am from the 5th Group of the Hunting Team. I just broke the neck of a level 5 zombie with bare hands today. What the hell are you?"

So Bright and Dalong signed a duel amid the noise of the crowd to sign a duel agreement with bar manager Marcus.

Lin Zaishan was worried about his compatriots' safety and asked Black Cat for help and asked him if there was any way to stop the duel.

The black cat smiled and said, "Your Chinese compatriots are seeking death by themselves, and no one can stop them."

Everyone gathered in front of the boxing ring. Marcus took out his pistol and fired a bullet. The game began.

Bright put his hands behind his back and smiled at Dalong, "Come on, little brother, I'll let you hit me 3 punches first, and use your Chinese Kung Fu to let all of us have a long experience."

The dragon rushed over and punched Bright on the cheek. Bright still smiled, as if he was gently stroked by a child; while the dragon covered his right hand and screamed in pain, his two knuckles were broken.

"Continue, Chinese Monkey!" Bright teased.

The dragon flew out again to kick Bright in the lower abdomen, but the toes broke again.

Looking at the big dragon yelling in the boxing ring while covering her toes, the audience booed and kept cheering. Someone even shouted loudly: "What a fucking embarrassment!" "Go to die, Chinese monkey!"

Lin Zaishan sighed, knowing that the dragon was not good, he was about to jump into the boxing ring to save him. Suddenly, a hard object was holding his back. He turned around and saw two guards from the bar staring at him with guns.

"What does this mean?" Lin Zaishan asked in confusion.

"Stay going to be your good girl and don't try to do anything stupid." A guard threatened.

Lin Zaishan was about to argue, but found that Bright had raised the dragon high, and then threw it hard on the boxing ring.

"Crack", the dragon's spine was folded into several sections and died on the spot.

"Big Dragon!" Lin Zaishan screamed in pain, his voice was completely covered by the crazy cheers of the audience.

Two bar staff members boarded the boxing ring and cleaned up the dragon's body as if nothing had happened like cleaning the peel and garbage. Bright then showed off his might for several minutes before he got off.

Marcus mocked Bright, "Is it worth pride for a dignified elite squad leader to kill a Chinese nerd?"

Bright did not dare to be disrespectful to Marcus and smiled and said, "The weather is too stuffy, I'll just make some coolness for everyone."

"You have used up this week's single-handed indicators. Be honest, take care of yourself and that stupid little brother. They seem to be about to use a black rooster to arch the people in front of the corridor queue. Don't accidentally provoke a racial war!"

"receive."

Lin Zaishan next to him carefully looked at Bright with a sense of energy. The latter suddenly turned his face and focused his fierce eyes on Lin Zaishan, mocking: "There is actually a Chinese monkey here. Why? You look at me sincerely. Do you want to be done too? Unfortunately, my black North American rooster's safety condom is used up. You have to wait for the next week."

Lin Zaishan turned around silently. At this time, the black cat had met his old friend and asked Lin Zaishan to leave the bar.

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That night, Lin Zaishan went to the second-class slave dormitory assigned to him by four people/room. The three slaves in the same dormitory were all qualified white people. They were playing cards in the house. When they saw Lin Zaishan coming in, they teased: "I thought there would be a beauty, but I didn't expect it to be a Chinese monkey."

Another smiled ambiguously: "If you can just do it, this Chinese monkey can barely be considered a 'beauty'."

"That's right, I see his butt is very tight."

Lin Zaishan pointed to an empty bed and asked, "No one is using this?"

The man who just said he was a "beautiful woman" stood up, blocked his bed, and said domineeringly: "This bed is mine."

Lin Zaishan patiently asked one by one, but the four beds were occupied by these three people.

"Huaxia Monkey, you can use this bed, but you have to pay the price."

“What’s the price?”

"Money, weapons and equipment, valuables, you really can't use your butt."

Lin Zaishan felt disgusted and turned around and left the dormitory. At the door of the dormitory, he was stopped by the guards on the night, "Get back to the Chinese monkey, the slaves are not allowed to run around after 9:00."
To be continued...