I'm not afraid that I can't get it, I'm just afraid that I don't want it.
Tovsky, who had just picked up his wine glass and wanted to clink it with Lin An, felt that his arms were frozen in the air.
Regardless of his irrationality, a flash of ecstasy suddenly flashed in his eyes.
There's drama! It seems that this big man is not indifferent to everything, but his requirements are too high!
Although these girls and singers who stayed in the tavern were already top-notch goods in their eyes, in Lord Ren's eyes, they were probably low-class pheasants, right?
As soon as he thought of this, he raised his hooked nose and drank the vodka in the glass. A pungent and burning sensation immediately made his eyes turn slightly red.
With a hoarse voice, Tovsky bowed to Lin An like the most loyal servant, then hurriedly summoned his subordinates and went straight to the outside of the tavern.
At the end, a confident promise was left behind:
"Sir! Don't worry! This will definitely be the most wonderful night you have ever spent in the Stormpike Safe Zone!"
Still motionless.
Leaning lazily on the sofa, Lin An's slender fingers on his right hand kept rotating and playing with the transparent square cup, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.
The lightbulb in the mouth of the fallen skull cast a shadow, illuminating his profile.
Put down the wine glass, the rotating light, the magnifying halo. Everything has a psychedelic feel to it.
However, the alcohol, which was strong enough to knock down a cow, had no effect on him.
With a strong body, these bloody roses, which are mixed with various high-concentration spirits, are evaporated and disintegrated the moment they enter the body.
Wine could no longer make Lin An drunk.
During the short rest night, Lin An rarely thought about anything else. He just let his mind empty and felt the beating of his heart.
Along with the drumbeat, the heart bursting with blood seemed to be soaked in a pool of blood, splashing blood beads, falling, and then splashing out a circle of ripples.
The music is noisy, and even the music played while drinking in the Soviet theater of war in Russia, which loves heavy metal music, is full of barbaric flavor.
Looking casually, the drummer on the other side of the stage was banging and beating the drums crazily.
And his companion, the guitarist with sparkling fingers, was roaring and singing.
Under the hoarse death roar, the originally not so manic whisper turned into a twisted and painful complaint about the doomsday.
Прошлоехочетсявырватьизних
The past tried to take it away from me….
Горлополное
Like a lump in the throat...
Городсохнет
Desolate city...
Ярассказаламаме
I said to my mother....
Чёртвозьми!
Is this hell!?
Бледнобелыерозытронута
Touch that pale white rose...
Вбледнобеломцвететонутгорода
The pale flowers engulfed the entire city...
Умри,еслименянелюбишь
If you don't love me, go to hell!
Яломаюруки,яломаюгубы
I will break your wings and bite your lips!
Яломаютвоётелонасквозь
I will completely destroy your body!!
...
During the music, Lin An's eyes gradually became blurred, and he seemed to see bloody scenes.
Everything was so decadent, like a feast of depravity, and he was a spectator of the feast.
"Lin...boss!"
After downing his thirtieth bottle of vodka, Xiong Hanzi suddenly seemed to realize something as he twisted and jumped to the music.
He held the wine bottle in his hand, turned his head first, glanced at Lin An who seemed to be isolated from the world, and then asked loudly.
"Boss, are you okay!? Let's have a drink!?"
With a playful smile on his face, although his thoughts were not delicate, he could still tell that Captain Lin, who proposed to take a rest for the night, seemed to be deeply worried and had no intention of playing at all.
"fine."
After waving his hand, Lin An looked at Xiong Hanzi who looked worried, but kept He Xi's smile as usual, and replied lightly.
Seeing that Xiong Hanzi was still worried, Lin An simply raised a glass of wine to drink with him.
Incidentally, he pointed in the direction in which Tovsky ran out, indicating that his entertainment activities were still behind him.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Tie no longer hesitated. He smiled and rushed into the dance floor with satisfaction, and began to twist his body wildly. From time to time when the atmosphere was at its climax, he couldn't help but squeal. After Zhang Tie squeezed into the already small dance floor, it was like a shark crawling into a fish tank.
Looking at the happy Zhang Tie, Lin An couldn't help but smile.
Yes, he did have nothing to worry about or any problems, and he didn't even feel anything.
The noisy bar was like an ice coffin to him, and the deafening music and the cheers and shouts of the crowd were like noise in his ears.
Whether it was the drunkard who got his head shot in the roulette game or the snow-white temptation on the stage, nothing here seemed to arouse the slightest interest in him.
Sitting on the sofa, he was as emotionless as a spectator outside the door.
That's the problem.
In this kind of environment, no matter how rational a person is, their minds will be affected and they will be infected by the atmosphere to some extent.
Desire and wantonness always need to be vented. Reason belongs to reason, and people are not machines.
But with Lin An, he felt nothing at all...
Just like the most rational spectator, watching a silent silent film.
....
In the inner city of the safe zone, the Thunder Spear Opera House.
After coming out of the tavern, Lin An came to the only opera house in the entire safe zone at Tofsky's strong invitation.
Unlike the hostility of the defenders towards him, the waiters and managers here didn't seem to care about what Lin An had done before.
Not only that, even Lin An didn't expect that the Thunder Spear Safe Zone, which was not well developed, actually built a luxurious opera house.
Under Lin An's slightly confused gaze, the aquiline nose explained in a considerate whisper:
"Lord Ren, this place is run by Lord Thor. You know, sometimes even awakened people in the same safe zone will have differences with each other."
"Master Thor and Master Clay actually don't have a very good relationship."
"As for the Opera House, you will know once you enter..."
The tone was subtle, as if this opera house would subvert Lin An's imagination.
As he spoke, the hooked nose carefully observed Lin An's expression, trying to find anything strange.
One of his guesses was that Lin An was most likely Thor's helper from the outside world.
What seemed like absurd farce and killings during the day was actually a battle within the Stormpike Safe Zone...
Because of this, Clay, the third-level awakener, may have thought the same way. Otherwise, he would never have been so silent. He would have forced the city defenders to wait until he came back.
Noticing that the hooked nose was guessing his identity, Lin An nodded slightly and didn't bother to pay attention to it.
What seemed like a big fight for power in the eyes of these people was nothing more than two ants fighting each other to him.
With the improvement of his strength, many things no longer attract his attention.
"Sir, please come in."
"The show is about to begin~"
After walking through a long corridor and arriving in front of one of the most luxurious private rooms, he stood calmly on the red carpet with a hooked nose, bowing his body and making a gesture to Lin An to come in.
"Trust me, you'll have a great night..."
Lin An raised his head slightly and suddenly discovered that the box he was in was behind the stage.
