Great Single Player of the Heavens

As time went by, Lu Qi gradually adapted to life in Los Santos.

I go to the shooting range to practice guns during the day, work in the bar at night, and go to the gym to work out irons from time to time. Life is comfortable and fulfilling.

In order to improve the skill proficiency of [Wing Chun LV3], he even spent "a huge amount of money" to put a tailor-made wooden dummy in the already small apartment.

As a big killer in close combat, the small goal that Lu Qi set for himself is to improve the skill level of [Wing Chun] to the next level as much as possible before leaving this world, and become like Master Ye as soon as possible. Wing Chun boss.

He thought that this kind of life would continue for a while.

However, a sudden event disrupted his plan and pulled him into the whirlpool...

. . .

As night fell, the "Big Riot" bar in Little Seoul was already buzzing.

People pushed and exchanged glasses, clinked glasses passionately, and poured cups of yellow beer down their throats, enjoying themselves.

The entire bar was filled with the smell of alcohol and hormones.

Lu Qi was standing at the bar, wearing a bartender apron in front of him, holding a mixing bottle in his hand, shaking it up and down.

The blonde girl sitting in front of him rested her chin with her hand, blinked her big eyes, and quietly admired the male bartender's serious every move.

"Beautiful lady, I present you with fiery red lips!"

As soon as the words were finished, a glass of bright red cocktail was presented in front of the blond girl.

"Oh, thanks."

After thanking, the blond girl didn't taste it immediately, but licked her lips, stared at Lu Qi's black eyes, and asked softly:

"Fire and red lips, why did you choose this name?"

Hearing this, Lu Qi just smiled slightly, stretched out his index finger, tapped on his lips, and said meaningfully:

"Oh my lady, you know that, don't you..."

The blonde girl who comprehended couldn't help but smile coquettishly, and even the stalwart on her chest couldn't help trembling slightly.

"Alex, you're such a funny guy..."

Lu Qi shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and put on a helpless look, "I can't help it. I can't hold back my emotions in front of beauties."

Just as the blond girl leaned forward, deliberately pressing a piece of whiteness onto the table, a cry came from the door, which woke up Lu Qimanaozi's mind.

"Yo, Alex!"

Turning his head to look, what Lu Qi saw was Franklin's somewhat silly black face.

"Ma'am, excuse me..."

Farewell to the dissatisfied girl for a while, and shook hands with Franklin familiarly. Lu Qi put a coaster on the table, and then asked:

"Why didn't you see Rama come with you today?"

"Don't mention that brother Ni to me, I will get angry when I mention him."

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Lu Qi then asked: "What's going on?"

While speaking, his hand movements were not slow, and he handed Franklin a full glass of beer.

Without saying a word, Franklin picked up the beer and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking all the beer in one go, he felt better, and Franklin began to vomit his bitterness.

Earlier last night, Franklin, who was just about to go out for a drink, met Lamar at the door of his house, as well as his ex-brother Stretch, who had just been released from prison.

Both Lamar and Streich were members of the Chamberlain gang, and Franklin almost joined the Chamberlain gang, plus they were neighbors, so the three of them had always known each other.

After a not-so-friendly meeting, the trio decide to strike up a laundry detergent deal.

Unexpectedly, when they came to the meeting place, they found out that the person who made the deal was actually a member of the Balla Gang!

Here, we will talk about the grievances between the two black gangs in Los Santos, the Chamberlain Gang and the Baller Gang.

As the two well-known gangs on the road, the relationship between the Chamberlain Gang and the Baller Gang is very tense, and gang members often die on the street because of fighting.

And not long ago, Franklin and Rama had provoked a member of the Ballas Gang.

This time, in order to retaliate, they directly played a trick to lure them, directly recruiting people and blocking the three of them in a factory outside the center of Lopota.

The three of them had to fight to the death to break out of the encirclement and escape.

"There's been a lot of fucking birds lately..."

After taking another gulp of beer, Franklin suddenly raised his head, looked at the thoughtful Lu Qi, and said:

"By the way, did you hear what Michael said?"

"Huh? What?"

"Brother, he's in big trouble..."

Then, under Franklin's narration, Lu Qi knew about the trouble Michael caused...

A few days ago, when Michael came home, the tennis coach was having sex with his wife in his bed.

Michel, who felt the green hair on his head, didn't get angry, and directly pulled Franklin up to play, and chased and killed the tennis coach together.

Unexpectedly, the two chased to a mansion and mistakenly took the house of the Mexican gangster Martin Madrazo as a tennis coach.

Regardless of Franklin's dissuasion, Michael directly pulled the whole house down from the mountainside!

This pull directly stabbed the hornet's nest.

Martin Madrasso came to the door with a large number of younger brothers in person, and Michael was beaten up, and he was also burdened with a huge debt of 2.5 million.

"...that's the way it is."

It has to be said that the price Mike paid for his impulsiveness was very high.

Although he already knew the ins and outs of the whole plot, Lu Qi still couldn't help feeling a little helpless towards Michael's impulsive behavior.

However, he could understand Michael's mood.

After all, in that situation, no matter which man it is, it may be dizzy and unable to think calmly.

After thinking about it, Lu Qi poured Franklin beer and asked, "What is Michael going to do?"

"I don't know either. Judging from his tone, he seems to have made plans..."

As he spoke, Franklin cursed sullenly:

"Damn!"

"It's fucking unlucky! The idiots who have always wanted to stay away from those gangsters, but now they have directly provoked even more ruthless Mexicans..."

Hearing Franklin complaining, Lu Qi could only pat him on the shoulder and said in relief:

"Hey buddy, if there's anything I can do for you, just say it."

Hearing this, Franklin, who was a little moved in his heart, clenched his fist and tapped his chest, pointing at Lu Qi, "Thanks, buddy, I will remember."

Looking at Franklin who was still a little unhappy, Lu Qi picked up an empty glass and filled it with beer, "Come on, I'll drink with you! Tonight, we won't go home until we're drunk!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

Drinking with Franklin at the bar until closing time, Lu Qi carried the drunk Franklin back to the apartment.

"Well...I can still drink...drink..."

Throwing Franklin, who was talking nonsense like a lump of mud, onto the sofa, Lu Qi, who was not so clear-headed, dragged his heavy steps, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep...