Chapter 676 Little Bar
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This chaotic territory was quite bustling now. King Zheng drove slowly, leisurely cruising around, enjoying the familiar strange smell in the air.
The peculiar odor was a mixture of many things: blood, hormones, alcohol, and the putrid stench from garbage scattered everywhere.
"After so many years, this place hasn't changed at all." King Zheng squinted his eyes slightly as he continued to drive slowly towards the bar in the town center!
However, don't forget that this was a chaotic territory where there were no rules or laws. King Zheng's slow driving naturally irritated the cars behind him.
A red-haired guy wearing a floral shirt drove an open-top jeep, one hand roughly squeezing his scantily clad woman passenger’s chest while the other wildly honked the horn.
"Fuck, drive faster! I’m in a hurry to get laid!" This fellow seemed impatient. Seeing that King Zheng was driving slowly, he floored it and rammed into the back of King Zheng's car!
Feeling his car shake, King Zheng instantly narrowed his eyes! Then he suddenly braked hard, stopping dead in his tracks! No one who came to this chaotic territory was pushover material, least of all he, King Zheng.
"You dare stop I’ll **ing ram you!" The red-haired man looked incredibly fierce and seemed about to accelerate again when he saw that King Zheng had already gotten out of the car!
The red-head’s eyes widened in alarm while his heavily-endowed woman companion screamed in panic.
It wasn't because they saw Wang Zheng, but rather because they noticed the super sniper rifle he was carrying, which was over a meter long!
"Hey buddy, this... aren't you being a bit too intense" The red-haired man was visibly shaken. He wasn't without a weapon; his Desert Eagle paled in comparison to Wang Zheng's anti-material sniper rifle. It was completely useless against such firepower! All he could do was be instantly killed!
Flashing out an anti-material sniper rifle at the slightest provocation, that was truly over-the-top intensity.
"If I wasn't intense, you would have killed me long ago!" Wang Zheng held his sniper rifle upside down with one hand and drew a Tiger Tooth combat knife from his waist. The bright cold light momentarily blinded the two people in the car!
“What do you want” With some courage, the red-haired man pulled out his Desert Eagle and pointed it at Wang Zheng, saying: “If you dare to hit me, I will shoot back!”
"I won't hit you." Wang Zheng gave a cold smile. Then he raised his right hand, and the Tiger Tooth combat knife flashed through the air like lightning, embedding itself into the tire!
The jeep's tire deflated just as quickly as if it had been punctured with an air release valve, emitting shrill sounds!
This was the world’s most chaotic corner, where no rules could be followed. Whoever had a stronger fist was right! If others were to be強勢, one must be even more so!
Wang Zheng looked at the still stunned red-haired man and lifted his sniper rifle with his left hand, pressing it against the other's forehead. He coldly said: "If you dare to do anything disrespectful to me again, I will turn your head into a melon!"
"No more, no more, never again." The red-haired man cried out in submission, cursing himself for being so foolish as to provoke such an intense person. It was truly too cheap of him!
Wang Zheng got the answer he wanted and put away his gun, only to notice that one of the street women had started flirting with him. Some even exposed their chests, inviting him for a pleasurable encounter.
The most outrageous was another blonde woman who was bending over at an alleyway entrance, leaning against the wall as she arched her back and臀部朝向後麵的男子，一邊發出愉悅的聲音，一邊對王錚喊道：“帥哥，我喜歡你的那把大槍，快來這邊，一起來玩啊！”
That big gun!
Wang Zheng's face twitched. After being away for a few years, the women here had become even more brazen. However, such vulgar women were not to his taste; no matter how strong his desire was, he would rather masturbate than engage in relations with them. After all, while Wang the Hitman valued desire, he cherished his principles even more.
But there's also a saying that goes:
"Desire is valuable, but principles are priceless; if safety is at stake, both can be discarded."
What Wang the Official values most is, of course, safety!
If he were to engage in such activities and contract a disease as a result, what would he do It would be so tragic for him to die from an STD like syphilis or AIDS after living a life as Wang the Hitman.
The bar was named "Snow White World." In this place filled with bloodshed and chaos, having such a name could only be seen as mockery.
"It's been so long since I've come here," said Wang Zheng as he parked his car in front of the bar. Looking at the unassuming wooden door, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
Over the years, this small bar has managed to survive intact without any incidents occurring here. It's no exaggeration to call it a minor miracle.
Of course, Wang Zheng knew why that was.
The Snowy White World wasn't entirely white inside as its name suggested; instead, the entire interior was a uniform wooden color. No one knew who had given it this name, but in Wang Zheng's eyes, nothing about the bar’s layout had changed: The chairs, tables, bar counter, and booths were all still in their original places.
The bar was always bustling with activity from morning till night. It operated around-the-clock without a break, with its loud noise level often causing people to drink there throughout the entire night. Given that this was a lawless zone where nobody cared, everyone here was akin to desperate criminals who lived dangerously and didn't worry about their health; they were more concerned with enjoying themselves while they could.
This place of anarchy was naturally also a city of vice.
Many people came to this bar specifically for the beautiful bartender. However, in recent years, this charming bartender had become increasingly rare, only appearing here for at most one or two hours daily, and sometimes not showing up all day long. This left many disappointed desperados. The bartender’s work was taken over by a burly bald man who, despite his imposing appearance wearing tight-fitting sleeveless shirts exposing his muscular arms, had exceptional skills in mixing drinks, handling them with great finesse.
"What would you like" the bald brawny bartender asked Wang Zheng when he sat down.
"A Blue Mountain Coffee," Wang Zheng said with a smile. "With less sugar."
Hearing this, the bald bartender was momentarily taken aback.given up will eventually be compensated in other ways."Undeniably, Chen Maidong's words had a significant impact on young and inexperienced girls, and he often used this tactic to deceive many adolesc...