A female-oriented system, but the worldview is a little off?

——And, if those two damn accidents only took away most of the excellent wines in his abnormal project.

Overnight, he lost half of the strength he had accumulated over the past few years.

It almost brought the bar to the brink of bankruptcy.

I don't know why today.

Those humans were originally weak and powerless, unable to even track him down, and had always been played around by him.

Suddenly the film activated, accurately locking him in the city.

They kept using abnormal objects to track him, forcing him to keep fleeing in the narrow cage, exhausting the masters.

This is the real fatal threat to bartenders!

Even tiny ants can stack and climb up, and kill elephants with their numbers.

What's more, this bar does not have the head-on combat capability equivalent to the threat.

What it depends on.

It is the mobility to come and go freely, and the concealment that is difficult to be detected before the incident.

To be discovered...

On the premise of mastering the rule of "not pronouncing names".

Without stepping into its territory, a rocket launcher enchanted by mysticism that can blow up a building is enough to cause huge damage to it!

The company's special forces are extremely efficient.

It also far exceeded the bartender's imagination.

In the past, he had only fought against one or two isolated abnormal masters.

When has there ever been such a high-intensity head-on confrontation with the entire country's security apparatus?

Just today all day.

The store he disguised as was was brutally blown up five times!

Damn it, are those people crazy? Don't they have any sense of propriety or shame?

Don't even take a single step into his territory, like a despicable old man. Once you find his trace, just use AOE skills to attack him.

Is this still fun?!

"A bunch of incompetent scum..."

The bartender growled with gritted teeth, his eyes dark.

"How did those guys know I was in this city?"

"How dare they do this? How dare they be so arrogant as to try to make me their enemy! Do they think they have the qualifications to do this!?"

It was clearly in his impression.

Those humans are like weak lambs.

The power of individuals is weak. Even if there are a few lucky ones who can steal abnormal and twisted abilities, they cannot change their extremely weak nature.

The bartender has seen countless people enter his field...

After playing with contradictory rules, a ray of hope is seen in the darkness.

And then it was crushed by its own hands.

What a helpless despair she showed, crying and begging for mercy, it was both ugly and totally tasteless.

So.

Men have always enjoyed this process and regard it as the best "appetizer".

But he never thought about it.

These weak lambs are only fit to be used as snacks...

——There would come a day when the fangs would be bared towards him!

Just them?

"No, we've lost too much alcohol stock." Veins popped out on the bartender's face as he looked down at his decayed and dry skin.

With a ferocious expression, he murmured, "We must go hunting to replenish it..."

Even if he deployed the distortion field here, there would be a risk of being found by that group of people, and he always had high quality requirements for his customers...

But I can't care about that now.

He took a deep breath.

In an instant, the entire bar, which was a mess of cups and plates and looked like a haunted house in a script-killing movie, was instantly transformed.

Clean floors, melodious music, and two large wine cabinets filled with famous brands.

Everything seemed to go back to the scene last night.

He hadn't been fooled by those two guys - or to be more precise, the one who acted as if nothing had happened but drained out his best stock.

"It can only last about three hours..."

The bartender adjusted his tie and said with a sinister and vicious smile, "This amount of time is enough."

He looked at the gate connecting to the city street with hatred.

He grinned and said, "Don't you want to protect this fragile city?"

"Okay, even if I really die here, I will definitely bring enough people to be buried with me!"

——Two hundred people, or three hundred people?

He would shake the bodies of these people into the cruelest and bloodiest drink and put it in a huge glass.

Place it in the middle of the intersection where the traffic is the busiest.

Those who were hunting him would be shocked if they saw this artistic picture.

Their desperate, angry, yet helpless expressions...will definitely be interesting, right?

Just when the man thought of this, he couldn't help but smile.

squeak-

Along with the sound of the glass door of the basement being pushed open, a staggering figure walked into the bar.

"blue love.....blue love..."

The uncle staggered, just like every person controlled by the "rules" of this abnormal project, and read out these words in a trance.

But his staggering steps had not yet entered the bar.

I almost fell down at the door.

It turned out that he was already drunk before entering, a real sloppy drunk!

"Welcome...to our place."

The bartender smelled the alcohol on the man and frowned deeply, but still said this while pinching his nose.

Idiot, if he wasn't in desperate need of a fresh soul meal.

A drunkard like this whose life has rotted away will never be able to step into its bar in his entire life.

"Haha, Blue Love...what a good name, what a good name."

The drunk uncle laughed loudly, holding a half-drunk bottle of beer in his hand, and sat down on the counter in a swagger.

It's like a hard-working office worker who has worked a whole day and has just been forced to accompany his boss to a social event. Now he just wants to find a restaurant to drink all night.

"Hey, boss, do you know?"

He slumped over the counter drunkenly, slammed the wine bottle on the table, and started complaining.

“Business is really difficult nowadays.”

"Even though it's an organization that I founded myself, I don't have many capable people under my command."

"If we want to keep people's hearts and minds together, we must develop the value of even the most troublesome beasts."

"I just saw some news today and decided to come to this city on a business trip."

"Several people were clamoring to take over this job."

The drunkard shook his head deeply: "Ah, don't I know what those guys are thinking?"

"If we allow them to come here on business trips, things have already been quite chaotic recently, won't they mess up business even more?"

"oh.....?"

The bartender instinctively raised his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised.

I muttered to myself, "I didn't expect that this drunkard who looked so poor and couldn't even afford a new piece of clothing was actually the boss of a company?"

Ha...I'm afraid this is just a small office with only two or three people. You're just bragging here to save face.

If it were usual.

The bartender will also chat for a few minutes to appreciate the process of peeling off the disguise of human nature bit by bit.

But now he was in a hurry.

"I didn't expect you to be the boss of a company."

The bartender chuckled casually.

"Can I ask the name of that company? I often chat with customers who come here to drink, so I might have heard of it by chance."

"If you are interested, you can tell me more. Don't worry, I won't waste too much of your time."

As he spoke, he didn't even give the customer a chance to order wine "according to the rules" and poured all the most poisonous ingredients into the shaker.

Three cups? No, just one is enough.

Tonight was destined to be a bloody night, and his enjoyment had just begun.

"thank you."

The uncle, who had a face full of stubble and smelled of alcohol but looked surprisingly thin, took the glass cheerfully.

without hesitation.

Just drink it in one gulp.

The bartender has turned around and started preparing the next drink - the next life to be harvested.

however.

“Haha, delicious!”

He was holding an exquisite glass, but his movements were as rough as if he was pouring wine from a barrel, and he slammed it back onto the counter with a bang.

The deep drunken voice laughed, and the tone didn't sound any different.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the article was actually right. The wine here tastes absolutely amazing!"

"Aside from the fact that it directly distorts the essence of a person's soul, causing all sorts of interesting effects, it's just pure alcohol."

"It's been so notorious for so long, I thought they would just use the blood of the corpses to make wine or something like that... I brought my own wine."

The bearded uncle smacked his lips.

He shook his head and said with a sigh, "Alas... Staying in the deserted suburbs for a long time, even the wine has to worry about whether it is some abnormal item with troublesome origins."

"Luxury products like this are simple and plain in nature, except that they will kill you if you can't bear them."

“It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed this.”

In an instant...

The jazz music that echoed in the background of the entire bar stopped.

The bartender turned around instantly and stared at the drunk middle-aged man with a look of surprise and doubt!

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead without me noticing.

——Because, out of his abnormally twisted instinct, he vaguely sensed "something" from this man.

It's not human, nor is it abnormal...it's just like a piece of stitched chaos.