Los Santos

Los Santos, Little Seoul, Palomino Street.

Outside a bar called "The Great Riot", through the crack of the door, you could vaguely hear a little noise inside.

The space inside the bar is not very big. But although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

The necessary bar entertainment facilities, such as pool tables, arcade machines, karaoke machines, and darts games, are readily available.

Compared with the liveliness of the pool table and darts, the front of the bar was a little deserted.

The bartender in the bar was nowhere to be seen, and there were only three white men with arrogant faces occupying the bar, drinking beer and chatting.

"Damn it! If you hadn't stopped me, I would definitely punch him in the stomach and let him see the consequences of offending us!"

While speaking, the muscular man sitting in the middle stretched out the biceps of his arms to the companions on both sides.

"Fuck you, John, if you let you fight again, you'll be in trouble if you die..."

Sitting on the right, the white man wearing a baseball uniform with a nose ring on his nose took out a slightly worn wallet and raised it to his two companions:

"Let's see how much money he has!"

"How much can we have? We just took his salary a few days ago, and now there may only be a few steel shovels left in the wallet..."

The unbelieving nose ring man opened his wallet and found that there were only a few crumpled one dollars in it.

"What a poor bastard! If I were the president, I would definitely issue a decree to drive these guys who are skinny like monkeys and take all their jobs out of this country!"

"I agree. But if you could be president, I'd be a billionaire..."

"Fuck you!"

As they talked, the three who compared their middle fingers to each other burst into laughter:

"Hahaha…"

. . .

Meanwhile, in the alley by the back door of the bar.

Under the dim moonlight, one could vaguely see the wall of the back door of the bar, which was a heap of black garbage bags stacked one by one.

Many flies are still lingering in the sky.

However, on the stench of garbage, lay an Asian man with his eyes closed, whose life and death were unknown.

Such a picture, for any Los Santos person, is sparse and common.

Either a drunk man who was unconscious, or a corpse that was robbed and killed by the way.

In either case, for those who don't want to get into trouble, it's better to stay away.

What's more, in this dark alley, where would anyone come here...

"Hey! Why is it so painful..."

At this moment, a whisper, the man lying on the garbage heap with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes!

The pain from his whole body made Lu Qi, who had just passed through, take a deep breath.

He didn't lower his head to check the injuries on his body, but wanted to see the environment around him for the first time.

When he tried his best to open his eyes, with a ray of moonlight, he could see where he was - a dark alley.

The stench that kept getting into his nose made Lu Qi frown, and then looked to his side.

What catches the eye is a black garbage bag full of garbage!

In one of the slightly opened garbage bags, stinky eggs and food residue that looked like vomit could still be seen faintly.

At this time, he realized that his whole person was lying in the garbage pile.

Trying to hold his breath and resisting the urge to vomit in his stomach, Lu Qi put his hands on the ground and stood up tremblingly from the garbage heap.

"Unfortunate..."

While muttering, Lu Qi propped up against the wall, stood up, and left the pile of garbage that had been with him for a long time.

Looking around, Lu Qi immediately noticed the back door of the bar next to him, as well as the faint noise coming from the crack of the door.

"bar?"

At this time, he couldn't help but look down at the black apron on his lower body, with a puzzled face: "Am I the bartender here?"

Touching the faintly swollen cheek again, the thoughtful Lu Qi, without the slightest hesitation, reached out and pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he entered the bar, Lu Qi saw a man and a woman leaning against the wall in the corridor, sucking each other's lips frantically.

The two who were intoxicated did not notice Lu Qi.

Of course, Lu Qi didn't intend to disturb the hungry two, and turned directly into the men's toilet beside the corridor.

Judging from the decoration of the bar, the skin color and dress of the two, Lu Qi immediately confirmed one piece of information: this is not China.

Standing in front of the mirror, Lu Qi finally saw his appearance: black hair, yellow skin, black eyes.

Inside the mirror was a handsome Asian man in his twenties.

"Fortunately, it's still a familiar complexion..."

However, what made Lu Qi's brows furrowed was that his face was covered in scars.

The right cheek was blue and purple, and the left eye socket was slightly swollen; the corner of the eyebrow was cracked, blood slipped, leaving a bloodstain on the side of the face...

At first glance,

Those who didn't know thought that Lu Qi had just ended a very fierce fight.

However, with the pain coming from all over his body and the fact that he was lying on the garbage pile just now, it was obvious that he should be the one who lost.

After collecting the basic information, Lu Qi turned on the faucet and simply washed the scars and blood on his face with water.

Throwing away the clump of toilet paper, Lu Qi stood in front of the mirror and pursed his lips:

"Okay, then, it's time to find yourself again..."

Walking out of the toilet, through the corridor, Lu Qi came to the lobby of the bar.

At a glance, there are about a dozen guests in the entire bar. Such a number of people are not too lively, nor too deserted.

And most people are concentrated around the darts game and the pool table.

One of the black people, who was about to hit a ball with a billiard cue in his hand, saw Lu Qi and asked in surprise:

"Alix?! Why do you look like this? Have you been robbed?"

"Uh…"

Suddenly being called by an unknown person by a name that he had never heard before, even Lu Qi, who had already experienced this kind of thing, was a little stunned.

However, he quickly reacted and responded casually:

"maybe…"

Several guests who seemed to be familiar with Lu Qi asked him about his situation.

On the other side, the three people sitting in front of the bar also noticed the voice and turned around to look at this side.

The man with the nose ring was a little surprised when he saw Lu Qi, "Huh? It's that Chinese guy!"

"I didn't expect that kid to be beaten... I thought that kid would be in the garbage heap and sleep for a while..."

"John, your fist seems to be much softer than before."

Hearing this, the muscular man sitting in the middle smiled disdainfully and said to his companion beside him, "It seems that I'm still too light..."

Looking at Lu Qi who was talking to the guest, the muscular man smiled sullenly, then got up from the high chair, patted his companion on the shoulder, and said:

"Go! Let's have some more fun!"