The Super Warrior

Jason seems to have become accustomed to Single Arm’s actions, even if this way of entertaining guests seems peculiar and outrageous to outsiders.

Remote dark alley, eccentric hotel, peculiar boss.

Composed of the scene in front of you appears to be light and strange picture.

There is no doubt that such a bar looks inconspicuous, and also extremely simple, the owner of the hotel also looks extremely peculiar, just his face is enough to scare people to death, the temper also looks very bad, and not adhering to the customer is God business philosophy, which can be seen from his party’s treatment of Jason’s attitude.

Rather, the bar is extremely clean, and the air is wafting with an unspoken fragrance of alcohol.

And here is also extremely quiet, the bar between the humble portal as if it is a dividing line between the mundane world and the quiet peach source, into the bar in which it seems to be able to outside the hustle and bustle of the world to the ninth heaven, only this moment of silence and quiet.

Jason picked up the decanter and poured a glass of wine toward the glass.

This wine is extremely peculiar, not foreign wine, not sake, not Carovia’s white wine, the wine inside the jug when poured out, showing a jade-like luster, and extremely viscous, like jelly and jade liquid.

Jason has been impatient to drink a glass, the drink into the throat, first is cool beyond compare, a rich wine flavor spread out, to this drink into the belly, but hot and spicy, this hot and spicy is not the kind of poor quality and high concentration of wine hot and spicy, but with a rich wine aroma and unrestrained hot and spicy.

Just one bite brings back the taste.

“Great wine! Good wine! After all these years, the taste of this wine hasn’t changed, and it’s even more evocative! It’s really a superb wine!”

Jason couldn’t help but speak up.

To say that he has drunk the best and most exciting and blood-burning wine, there is nothing better than this unique wine in this bar, but this wine does not have a name, all rely on the one-armed owner of the bar home-brewed.

As far as Jason knows, this kind of wine is at most a dozen or twenty pounds a year, so it is extremely scarce and extremely valuable.

Not just anyone is able to drink this wine.

Of course, the bar will not walk into the ordinary people, even if you are afraid of inviting people in, so shabby and simple environment, coupled with the one-armed boss with a big temper and a fierce face, enough to scare away a large number of people.

Even people who know the existence of this bar, over whether you can drink such wine also depends on the mood of the one-armed boss, he is willing to give you a drink on the mouth blessing, to be unwilling even if the King of Heaven I came also useless.

No one who can enter this bar is an ordinary person.

The black trench coat man sitting in the corner drinking alone, Jason does not know, and can not see his face, but from the other side of the vague transmission of that obscure aura, so he can determine that this is an infinitely close to the strength of the legendary power of existence!

Reaching the peak of the extreme power means that it is about to break through the extreme power mirror, thus stimulating its own secret realm of power, and reaching this step can be called a legendary powerhouse.

In the dark world, not many have opened up their own power secret realm, and each one is a hefty existence.

So the black trench coat man who was alone sipping wine must also be a ruthless existence, except that in this bar, it is an agreed rule that guests do not ask each other for their identities.

Even if life and death enemies meet by chance in this bar, they just sit quietly and drink.

If you have a big blood feud, you can settle it after you get out of the bar.

This is the rule of the bar, in other words also the rule of the one-armed boss.

So far, no one has ever dared to break this rule.

Jason’s third glass of wine, just feel the blood all over the body are boiling and up, the wine when the entrance of the cool as snow and then into the belly of the hot as fire, like two days of ice and fire, wine taste long, with a hint of sweetness, really let people drunk do not know the way back.

By this time, the man in the black trench coat had finished the last drop of wine in his glass.

He looked somewhat fond of the idea, but eventually stood up and walked towards the door.

In the process, he also did not glance at Jason, and the one-armed boss did not appear.

The bar seemed even quieter, empty, and it seemed that Jason was the only one pouring himself a drink.

The one-armed boss could not be seen, as if he had disappeared, and as if he existed anywhere in the bar.

“Shit, such a fine wine, it’s too boring to drink alone. Boss, how about coming over to have a drink with me?”

Jason suddenly spoke up.

Behind the liquor cabinet, the one-armed boss emerged again without a sound, the pair of morose and sharper than any sharp edge of the gaze fixed on Jason, half a moment before this moved his mouth and said: “Satan, you should not come here!”

His voice took on a metallic character, like two blunt instruments rubbing together in an exchange of blows, making it uncomfortable to listen to.

Jason turned around, his deep gaze calm as a lake, he looked calmly at Single Arm and said, “So where should I appear? Like you, find a corner where no one knows and hide, and be a shrinking violet for the rest of my life?”

“What do you mean?” The gaze in Single Arm’s eyes began to take on a cold layer of ice.

“There’s no point. I was just thinking, the titular King of Killers ‘Single Arm’ actually cowered in such a place, as a brewery selling wine wastrel, so wear out the will, wear out the sharpness, wear out the killing spirit, if this spreads out, I’m afraid many people can not believe it, right?” Jason said blandly.

“Satan, just because you’ve helped me doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want here and interfere with my life!”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Single Arm opened his mouth, his voice has been cold and emotionless, he obviously did not do anything, but the entire bar, but there has been a rich blood-like breath in the diffusion and up, like a blood devil emerged from the depths of hell in the pool of blood, carrying a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood like a terrifying breath, sweeping to the sky!

Horror!

Absolutely terrifying!

Just a wisp of their own breath fluctuations, but has been suppressed so that people can not breathe, full of the smell of blood in the breath, as if there are countless strong people wailing.

It was like the horror of the powerful people who had died at his hands.

“Want a fight? Then let’s fucking do it! If a fight turns you back into the fearless King of Killers that you were, then I’ll do it! Come on, you’re a shrinking violet if you don’t!”

Jason bellowed out, a majestic might like the descent of the gods and demons burst out from his body, strong and powerful, with a supreme fearless aura, this rises to the sky.

Single Arm slightly silent, and then, his own breath like a tide faded, he picked up a glass, without saying a word, went to sit opposite Jason, poured a glass full of wine and drank it directly.

Bang!

Single Arm slammed his glass heavily on the table as he stared at Jason and said, word for word, “What are you still doing here with me? You’re right, I’m a wreck! Don’t you see? I’m already wasted!”

With that, Single Arm grabbed the empty sleeve of his right arm and held it out in front of Jason’s face.