Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 103 102. Your arms can’t twist a hydraulic press or a punching machine (th update)

After just a few words, the first person who came over to chat up found an excuse to slip away, and Seifer didn't get a chance to kick him out.

"Your intuition is pretty good, you actually knew that guy took that job?"

"Guess."

Before Seifer could calm down for long, he was dragged to sit in front of the long bar. When the bartender saw the two of them coming, he politely wiped the bar clean.

"Good evening, ladies. What would you like to drink?"

Tien said casually, "One strong liquor, some sparkling water, and some of your special 'postmodern' stuff."

The bartender finished mixing the cocktail with a quick movement, placed a colorful glass of wine that looked like a neon light column in front of Tien, and then looked at Sefer.

"I don't have to."

Rejecting the bartender's inquiry, Cypher leaned against the bar. "I saw those mercenaries discussing 'that dungeon.' Do you have any suggestions?"

The bartender shrugged and brought over a bottle of wine from the back shelf.

The fancy labels and the quite good prices mean that if you want information, you have to spend money and make extra payments?

A bottle costs several hundred yuan, and the extra money is not a big deal. Sefer was about to transfer the money, but suddenly a mercenary came over and took the bottle.

"Girl, this isn't the way you're going to get information."

Some of the people who were drinking looked away.

Tien held her cup and said, "Wow, old blind man, you got such cool glasses. You can't see the road clearly at night, right? Wouldn't it be better to turn on a light?"

"Do you know this person?" Sefer asked curiously.

"I don't know him. I'm not happy and I can't tell you."

The 'old blind man's' gaze shifted from Cypher's bulging, artificial balls wrapped in his T-shirt to Tien.

——Indeed, one of his eyes was covered with crude goggles, and only a dim light could be seen through them.

The scar of a torn cheek is indeed convincing, but who knows, scars can also be proof of failure?
"What are you talking about? Are you two new mercenaries?"

Tien suppressed a laugh: "Yes, yes, I just started in the industry...how many days have I been here?"

"Three days." Cypher sat there as if the answer was not given to him.

"You've only been here for three days and you've come here looking for someone to live with. You should be prepared." The one-eyed man with a face full of flesh looked back and forth at the two of them.

How should I put it, mercenaries are indeed of all kinds, and most of them put their heads on the waistband of their pants and work for money. This has also given rise to the idea that many people do not restrain their instincts.

After all, you might be killed by other mercenaries as soon as you leave the bar and go to work, so why bother to restrain yourself?

Tien folded her arms and smiled, which only highlighted the softness and size of the cushion. "Then I suggest you get out of here sooner rather than later. You're not good enough for that kind of person."

Cypher was already prepared to take action, even adjusting his body's energy, but he didn't expect the one-eyed dragon to sneer and say, "That's what little chickens who can't find their team yell."

"So that you don't get it wrong, I'm a member of the renowned independent mercenary group 'Flying Fish'. Even in this Node City, we're one of the best!"

The UI in front of Sefer connected to the independent mercenary support system. He searched for a long time among the vast number of registered mercenaries and then answered honestly.

He gave a fair assessment: "He's rated as a third-rate mercenary. With only this level of skill, he's definitely not one of the best."

The one-eyed man originally suppressed his emotions temporarily and recruited the two guys because they were pretty, but in the end, these two guys kept arguing with each other and the one of them became more arrogant!
At this time, the bartender took back the drinks on the table and said, "Three of you, if there is a conflict, the rules of this bar are to go to the ring and no weapons are allowed."

"After all, it's impossible for us to interfere in conflicts between mercenaries. You should resolve the issue among yourselves and don't affect the bar's operations."

He pointed casually at the square ring in the middle of the curved bar area on the side of the bar. It gleamed brightly under the spotlights. It looked like it was maintained daily; the cleaning staff had just been wiping away the dirt... It was unfortunate, as the previous fight had just finished.

Tien seemed to be quite experienced in fanning the flames—from the moment this person came over, she probably had an idea of what to do.

Unexpectedly, Seifer followed her words and opened the box fiercely. When the timing was perfect, she drank all her wine in one gulp.

"Ha! It's so embarrassing to be two against one, old blind man. If you can't win, you can call mom. I can handle it!"

The one-eyed man's cheeks flushed red, and his face turned red after just a few words.

"You bitch, we're hiring you out of kindness, don't be so shameless!"

"You have no shame at all. You come here on your own and don't even pay for the drinks. Where's your sincerity? Are all your group members petty losers like you?"

"You fucking..."

While the two were having a 'friendly exchange' and a 'calm conversation', Seifer saw several people pouring into the bar. He thought for a moment, temporarily ignoring the two guys who were swearing at each other, and went to meet them.

He stood in the aisle with his arms folded, and those people couldn't get around him. The smallest and most gentle-looking one among them quickly squeezed through the crowd and said, "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. I'm the correspondent for 'Flying Fish'. May I ask who you are?"

"Red crossbow arrow."

"Hello, Miss Red Crossbow, hello, have you contacted the nearest hospital?"

It's comfortable to deal with gentle people. They don't swear all the time. What they say is only useful information. Sefer likes it very much.

So he picked up a stool and smashed it.

The mercenaries who had been watching the show for a long time with only the literary part immediately cheered and whistled, and the originally dull bar was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Once Seifer took action, there was nothing more to talk about. The group of mercenaries rushed forward without any guilt about outnumbering others - they were all in this business, so there was nothing to say about their disadvantage!

A group of people were fighting in a group. Every time Seifer threw a punch, it was fast, accurate and fierce. Even though it seemed that there were enemies all around him, his calm face did not change.

Instead, the guy who attacked him only felt pain in his hands and feet.

This guy didn't move at all even when he was beaten during the chaos. Instead, every move he made could knock the person to the ground... Is she made of iron?
Seifer was fighting more than one person there, and from time to time someone was kicked out of the crowd, and the exquisite decorations were shattered into worthless scraps, and those "corpses" were either hanging or lying all over the bar.

Some people were thrown out by Seifer and hit the nearby mercenary table. Not only were the people who were hit not angry, they kept encouraging the unlucky guy to go up again!

A ring? What's the point of something abstract like that coming out of a vision? It's nowhere near as fun as a bar fight!

At the bar, Tien ignored the flying glass and the noise behind him and said to the bartender, who had already taken out a calculator, "Another drink of that. Good technique, young man. Very professional."

"Then can you pay the compensation?"

The one-eyed man, who was being used as a stepping stone by Tien, replied dully, "Wine, I can still afford the wine..."

This guy was just about to deal with his "accomplice" as well, but he didn't expect that Tien had sufficient fighting skills in the car. In a few seconds, he was kneeling on the ground holding his stomach and was still trembling.

The bartender calmly took out the cocktail making tools from under the bar and continued to make the cocktails.

Someone was kicked in the face by Cypher's spinning kick, and his heel hit him hard. Under the huge impact, even his neck seemed a little twisted and he flew backwards out of the door.

The rolling glass fragments and metal frames were carried out by the man. Now even the mercenaries outside the door came to watch the fun, so that the whole block suddenly became interesting.

In the end, Cypher single-handedly pushed an unfortunate child into the plywood wall and turned around to find that all those who had come to cause trouble, including the 'civilized man', had fallen into a baby-like sleep.

As expected of a mercenary, he knows how to replenish his energy and rest, and he falls asleep really fast.

　So (8/22), I can only say come on (

　　
　
(End of this chapter)