Great Single Player of the Heavens

Little Seoul, "Big Riot" bar.

Lu Qi, who just pushed the door open, waved to the bar owner Joseph behind the bar:

"Hey, Joseph!"

Seeing Lu Qi, the boss of Mediterranean Sea was a little surprised, "Alex? Long time no see, you are so busy, how come you have time to drink?"

While talking, he casually picked up an empty glass and put it on the wine cannon beside him, intending to squeeze a glass of fresh draft beer for Lu Qi.

"Oh, I just finished my work, so I came here to relax."

While responding, Lu Qi did not forget to look around, looking for that familiar figure.

Since resigning, Lu Qi hasn't completely separated himself from this former workplace, and he would come over for a drink from time to time.

Under his introduction, Trevor also knew about this place, and he often came here to drink, fight with some drunks, talk about life and so on.

Soon, he found Lao Cui lying on the table in the corner of the bar near the toilet.

Judging from the empty wine bottles on the table, Old Cui had drunk himself unconscious before Lu Qi came.

Putting a full bottle of beer in front of Lu Qi, Joseph, who noticed Lu Qi's gaze, raised his chin and said, "Trevor seems to be in a bad mood today. Just now James went to persuade him and was beaten by him... "

I see!

No wonder Joseph, the owner of the bar, would entertain guests behind the bar. It turned out that it was Lao Cui who beat up the bartender...

"Is James all right?"

"It's okay, it's just that the bridge of the nose is bleeding. I sent him to see a doctor..."

"Like This..."

After thinking about it, Lu Qi took out a small stack of American knives from his pocket, about a thousand dollars, put it on the bar, and said to Joseph, "Say sorry to James for me."

"OK."

Picking up the beer, Lu Qi walked slowly towards the corner.

When he came to the booth and sat down opposite Trevor, Lu Qi gently pushed Trevor, who seemed to be drunk, and shouted:

"Hey! Hey! Old Cui, wake up!"

After pushing twice, Trevor, who smelled of alcohol, finally raised his head slowly.

"Alex?"

Seeing that it was Lu Qi, Old Cui couldn't help blinking, grinning and saying:

"Hey my Asian BOY, I thought you wouldn't come... Looks like you're not the same as that bastard!"

Hearing this, Lu Qi was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "Huh? Which bastard?"

"Who else but that hypocrite who likes to stab his brother in the back and is full of lies?!"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Qi couldn't help but frowned, feeling something was wrong instantly.

The "hypocrite" in Lao Cui's mouth is obviously Michael.

Judging from Old Cui's angry appearance, a thought suddenly appeared in Lu Qi's mind:

Did he already know? !

Before Lu Qi could speak, Old Cui picked up Lu Qi's beer, took a big gulp, and said to himself:

"It's a pity that I went to visit his grave to mourn his death... In the end, I found out that my fucking opinion of him was all wrong!"

"It's all wrong!!!"

The tone suddenly rose, and Lao Cui continued to talk to himself regardless of the strange eyes of the guests around him:

"That cunning bastard! He didn't die at all! It was Brad who died! And he knew it, but never thought of telling me the truth!!!"

"I should have thought of it... I should have thought of it..."

Speaking of this, Old Cui seemed to have just remembered Lu Qi who was sitting opposite.

Looking at Lu Qi with those complicated eyes mixed with anger, sadness and helplessness, Trevor immediately withdrew his emotions, "Alex, do you know what Michael is most afraid of?"

Hearing this, Lu Qi, who had roughly guessed the origin of the matter,

Just shook his head in response.

"What he is most afraid of is that his betrayal of his brother will be exposed! Let everyone know that he is just a poor and pathetic traitor!"

"He'll just use one lie, cover another lie, and hope no one else will ever find out!"

"Fuck! Fuck Michael!! Fuck everything!!!"

After venting to his heart's content, Old Cui picked up the beer again and poured it into his mouth.

The beer slipping from his mouth and the clothes dripping on his body did not stop the beer in the glass from disappearing quickly.

Seeing this, Lu Qi turned his head and showed Joseph, who had been looking at him, a pair of scissors hands, signaling for him to bring two more glasses of beer.

With a "bang", Cui Fu put down the empty cup in his hand, grabbed Lu Qi's sleeve casually, stared at Lu Qi closely, and said:

"Alex, I advise you not to get too close to that vile bastard. Nothing he says is true. He is like a poisonous snake. He will stab you in the back when you are unsuspecting. One knife, and then sell you to the fucking FIB!"

After finishing speaking, Old Cui let go of his wrinkled sleeves, grabbed a glass of beer from Joseph who had just walked over, and continued to pour it into his mouth.

Shaking his head to Joseph, who was looking around, Lu Qi finally found the opportunity and said:

"Listen, I don't know what the hell happened between you and Michael, it sounds like he did something unforgivable. But, you and Michael have known each other for over ten years, why not sit down and Can you make it clear?"

For Lu Qi's persuasion, Old Cui scoffed:

"Clarify? Well, I don't think he and I have anything to say. It's all over in fucking North Yankton, in front of Brad's dead body!"

Hearing this, Lu Qi has already confirmed his thoughts, which are correct.

Somehow, Trevor knew everything that happened in North Yankton nine years ago. You know, your former companion Brad is not actually in prison, but has died instead of Michael; you also know that the reason why Michel is alive is because he betrayed his companion and made a dirty deal with FIB!

The truth, these two heavy words, are often difficult to accept.

Even a tough guy like Lao Cui, who is vicious and murderous without blinking an eye, can't accept the cruel fact that his best friend and brother deceived and betrayed him, so much so that he ran to the bar alone, trying to drink away his sorrow.

For nine years, Lao Cui, who has been kept in the dark, is perhaps the most pitiful person...

Looking at the old Cui who kept drinking, Lu Qi just wanted to comfort him, but unexpectedly, Cui Fu said again:

"Fortunately, I don't have to see this annoying traitor again, although the person who shot the bullet into his head was not me, but some Huaguo gangsters..."

"But whatever the hell, I don't want to waste bullets anyway..."

Listening to Old Cui's muttering, Lu Qi couldn't help but raise his brows, capturing the important information between the words.

"Wait! You mean, a group of Chinese people killed Michael?!"