Chapter 107: Mr. Lanse treats everyone to a drink

If you want to rank the smart people in the bar, the first must be the bartender.

The bartender looked like he was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, but with his sleeves rolled up. He glanced at the two dollars on the table, sized up Lanse, and under Lanse's gaze, picked up the two dollars and put them into his pocket.

He looked toward the stage. "That guy wearing blue jeans and carrying a dark green cowboy hat is Hammer."

The bartender looked back at Lanse. "Don't cause trouble in the bar."

Lanse nodded slightly, and he walked to the edge of the stage.

Hammer's temper was a bit bad today, this was his second glass.

He reported those illegal immigrants to the union, but those people in the union ignored his report, he was very angry, and the daily work also made him exhausted, but he couldn't earn much money. He thought these were all caused by those illegal immigrants and immigrants.

Although the anti-immigrant movement didn't last long, it provided a vent for many federal people who couldn't find reasons for their own failure.

They believed that their failure was all caused by immigrants.

But in fact, even without immigrants, they still wouldn't achieve success, but now they can convince themselves with peace of mind and have found a common target of hatred.

He should have left when he finished the first glass, maybe it was the kid he beat at the dock entrance that made his mood have some unknown changes, he wanted another glass.

No way, his friend also accompanied him to want a glass.

Beer plus whiskey, the alcohol content doesn't look high, but water will enter the bladder, and alcohol enters the blood vessels. Its strength might not be big, but it's not small either.

At this time, the two were already somewhat intoxicated, cursing and swearing, asking the dancer on the stage to face them.

The dancer was long used to this kind of situation of white-calling, just continuing to show her talents for those guests who invested small change.

"These damn socialites are too snobbish, anyway, it's for people to watch, why not let us watch more!" Hammer continued to exert his specialty, starting to complain and grumble.

"Fuck!"

He took another big gulp, the ice beer plus the appropriate alcohol content made him feel that his whole person relaxed.

He wiped the foam on his mouth, suddenly laughed loudly, laughing inexplicably.

Just at this time, several people came behind him, and one of them even hugged his shoulder from his left side. "Hammer?"

Hammer turned his head to look at the people beside him, they were all young people, he didn't know them.

He almost instinctively, or subconsciously, raised his left arm and turned around, forcing the hand that hugged his arm to have to move away. "Who the hell are you?"

His colleague also stood up, both of them were guys who did physical labor on the dock, their bodies were very strong, and they also had some sense of oppression.

Derixi (Hairam's friend) who was pushed away felt a bit unable to hold his face. "We have something we want to talk to you about, come out with us for a trip."

Hammer blinked his eyes and pushed him directly on the chest. "You said go out and go..."

Lanse, who was standing beside, grabbed the large beer glass he placed on the table and smashed it onto his head!

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

Broken glass and the remaining half of the beer all turned into foam and flew in all directions. The dancer backed away, but didn't scream.

Hammer's head suffered a heavy blow and instantly lost balance, but he still fell to the ground while holding the table.

His colleague wanted to help, but was pressed against the head by a gun, and could only stand back to the side.

Derixi and several others immediately raised their leather shoes and kicked onto his head. Alcohol and the head that suffered a heavy blow made Hammer unable to stand up at all.

He had tried, but fell heavily to the ground when he climbed halfway, instead, he would be kicked a few more times on his head and face because of this.

Drunk fighting is often seen in bars in the port. These workers have not received much higher education, and if they drink too much, they might fight because of one or two sentences.

The people around didn't feel fear, but instead felt excited, and some even shouted "beat him to death."

They are all a group of people who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement!

The bartender asked someone to help watch the bar, took the initiative to walk over, and stood beside Lanse. "You said you wouldn't cause trouble." His expression was very ugly.

Lanse glanced at him, then held the shoulder of the person beside him and jumped onto the stage all at once. "I treat everyone to a drink."

Those who were still watching the excitement, or intended to leave, all looked at Lanse with surprise. They all raised the wine glasses in their hands one after another, whistling or shouting loudly, and the waving arms held high showed their enthusiasm at this time.

Lanse jumped down from the table, took out a handful of money, didn't count, but at least seventy or eighty dollars, and stuffed it into his pocket. "If it's not enough, I will have someone come over to make it up for you tomorrow. If it's enough, I treat you and your colleagues to a drink with the rest."

The bartender was also stunned for a moment, looking at Lanse with deep meaning. "Get him out as soon as possible," and then returned to the bar, where a large group of people had already started waiting to receive wine.

As for Hammer?

Who the hell cares, it's good to beat that damn guy to death!

Several people grabbed Hammer's hair and dragged him, who was full of blood, out of the basement. It was just less than ten minutes, and everyone felt that they were sweating all over.

His colleague was also brought out. Lanse glanced at him, counted five two-dollar banknotes, clamped them with his index and middle fingers, and stuffed them into his pocket. "Go back, take a shower, sleep well, nothing happened."

"You haven't seen Hammer, and you don't know what happened."

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

After all, he is just an ordinary worker, even if he is very good at fighting, when encountering such a group that is obviously not their kind, he can only retreat.

And, there is ten dollars here.

"I... uh, the relationship with him is actually not that good." He was a bit helpless, but it was also a fact.

Lanse patted his shoulder. "Don't do stupid things, go."

That person looked back every few steps, looked back every few steps, and when he walked to the alley entrance, he ran away!

The security guard and the person watching the door looked at Hammer who was dragged out by his hair. Just looking at it, they felt pain!

At this time, most people's shoe soles are inlaid with iron nails, mainly to protect the leather shoe soles.

It sounds ridiculous, but this is the fact.

The first thing most people do after buying leather shoes is to go to inlay iron nails on the heels, the purpose is to reduce the wear of leather shoes.

Because people now are not that wealthy, they can't buy shoes for nothing, in order to make a pair of shoes wear longer, they will hit shoe nails.

Of course, this can also make them make a crisp sound when walking. Some people like this sound, and this situation mostly happens between the lower class and the bottom class.

Lanse's little friends are all at the bottom of society. The first thing they do when they get new leather shoes is to hit shoe nails.

It is conceivable that although the shoe nails are basically flat and slightly uneven, kicking on people's faces is still very terrible!

Hammer's face and head were all wounds, just like a blood gourd.

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

"We can be strangers, can be friends, can also be enemies, how to do it, the decision is in your hands."

"Remember my name, Lanse."

He patted the chest of the person watching the door, expressing his gratitude for his calmness, and then after the car came, threw Hammer into the car and left.

The person watching the door looked at the security guard. "Lanse?"

The security guard also had a headache. Although Lanse took away the magazines, the magazines were not worth money. In other words, they actually had no loss.

"I'll go down and see."

The security guard came to the bar. There was no expression of people panicking here, instead, it was a bit more lively than usual.

He squeezed to the bartender's side, watching him and two apprentices busy sweating all over, a bit inexplicable. "What happened just now?"

"He treated everyone to a drink, including us."

The bartender definitely wouldn't give everyone a glass of whiskey, it was still the forty-cent "bomb," a large glass of beer, plus an ounce of inferior whiskey.

Adding it up, it wouldn't cost fifty dollars, the rest, naturally, was theirs.

The bartender took out a bottle of Copper Label Napoleon Whiskey. In a low-end bar, this is already considered mid-range wine.

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

The security guard scratched his head, this matter is not easy to handle.

Even if he went to tell the gang cadres above, the bar had no loss, instead, it made a lot of money, the bar boss definitely had no opinion, and the people who came to play had no opinion.

The only one injured in the entire event was his face, but for a small wound on his face that might not leave a scar, to launch a gang war?

Maybe the big boss would throw him into the trash heap, gang wars also cost money.

How should this matter be handled?

He couldn't figure it out!

On the other side, Hammer, who was woken up by the slightly cold wind at night while sitting in the car, was already starting to be afraid. He covered his head and groaned. "You found the wrong person."

No one paid attention to him, he hurriedly changed his words. "If I did something wrong, I apologize, I hope you can forgive me, sometimes I don't use my brain..."

Yisen, who was sitting beside him, raised his fist and hammered him, Lanse, who was driving behind, looked at the car in front shaking, and knew that Yisen must be beating him.

The car finally stopped in the alley next to the hospital. Lanse went to the ward, Alan and another young man were chatting at the door.

When they saw Lanse coming over, they stood up immediately and simply explained the situation.

Lanse took four packs of cigarettes and twenty dollars to them. "Hard work tonight," saying that he entered the room.

Elvin had already woken up, his expression was not very good.

"The person has already been found, is it left for you to solve it yourself, or should I?"

Elvin's spirit was lifted when he heard this. "I want to do it myself!"

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

Soon, Lanse pushed Elvin to the outside. When Hammer, who was already honest, saw Elvin, he knew where the problem was! ===== CHAPTER 108 =====