When the bartender reminded the leader of this settlement that he did not like the Chinese, Zhou Qingfeng was not only not angry, but was very happy. This "it took no time to find a place without searching for it." The rejection of the Chinese must be related to the Chinese.

“There are other Chinese people in this settlement?”

"No."

"Where are the Chinese?"

"have no idea."

"Why doesn't your boss like Chinese?"

Facing the last question, the bartender did not answer, but looked Zhou Qingfeng suspiciously again and asked, "Are you Chinese from other places?"

"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng took out a gold coin and stuffed it over, "Tell me, where are the Chinese in Angola?"

He glanced at the gold coins on the counter, and the bartender held it in his hand. He glanced at Zhou Qingfeng again, but took a bottle and a cup from the wine rack, poured half a cup and pushed it to Zhou Qingfeng, and said, "Drink your wine, and then leave quickly. Don't interfere in things that have nothing to do with you."

The wine tastes very strong, and it is a rare good wine. Zhou Qingfeng praised "Wow" and said, "You actually still have wine? This is very rare. I am even more curious about life here."

The bartender frowned and labeled Zhou Qingfeng in his heart. He wanted to persuade Zhou Qingfeng for a few words, but a young man suddenly rushed in outside the bar and shouted in panic: "No, Bane's people are here."

As soon as the name "Bann" was released, the originally dull atmosphere was suddenly activated. Amid the noise of the tables and chairs, the number of people with 20 or 30 stood up in the bar, and they all fucked guns, and the crowd was excited.

Amid the noisy sound, the sound of brakes sounded outside the bar. As a heavy footsteps came, the bar door was pushed open with a clang, and several burly men stepped in from outside.

The group came in and ignored the numerous gunmen in the bar. The leader came to the bar in a leather jacket with metal chains and swaggered to the bar and sat straight next to Zhou Qingfeng. He had a sneer as if no one was around, grabbed the glass of wine for Zhou Qingfeng and put it into his mouth, drank it dry.

The bartender who was quite indifferent to Zhou Qingfeng just now changed his face immediately. Everyone in the bar also had solemn expressions, but everyone did not dare to act rashly. It was obvious that he was extremely afraid of this group of guys who suddenly broke in. But at this time...

"Hi..., that's my wine." Zhou Qingfeng shouted like a rookie, "I spent a gold coin to sell it, you have to pay me."

The man in leather clothes stared at the bartender behind the bartender with a full momentum. The bartender was also oppressed by the intruder who was very small but extremely tough. The latter did not dare to lean on the bartender and was quite nervous.

I didn't know that Zhou Qingfeng's words came in, and the tension created by the man in leather clothes disappeared. The bartender changed from being a man in leather clothes to watching the show, and his psychological pressure was greatly reduced.

The man in leather had to turn his head to look at Zhou Qingfeng, then look at the bartender, and asked with disdain, "Where did this kid come from?"

"We..., our boss's friend." The bartender stammered, and it was obvious that he wanted to add an "identity" to Zhou Qingfeng so that he would not become the target of attack by the man in leather.

"Hahaha..." The man in leather clothes supported the bar with his elbows. When he looked at Zhou Qingfeng again, he sneered: "The stinky bitch of 'Dongshuang' collected some waste. Hasn't she always had conflicts with the Chinese? When did it change?"

"Don't change the topic, I'll ask you to compensate me for my wine. Didn't your father teach you the most basic politeness? Or did your mother not know who your father is?" Zhou Qingfeng ignored the other party's ridicule and slander, tapped his fingers on the bar, and focused his attention on the glass of wine.

"Boy, do you want to die for a glass of wine?" The man in leather immediately looked annoyed and was on the verge of an outbreak. The burly man behind him took a few steps forward and half surrounded Zhou Qingfeng. Everyone felt that this strange Asian boy was a little stupid.

But Zhou Qingfeng didn't move or speak, but the sisters Ailee, who were standing on the other side, stood up. The sister suddenly raised an m214 revolving machine gun in her hand. This is a lightweight version of m134. It uses two, two, three bullets, and two hundred rounds of ammunition weighing only more than ten kilograms.

The machine gun was originally loaded in my sister's backpack, and it could be easily pulled out with the zipper. As long as the button is pressed, the six barrels in the receiver will spray out all the bullets in the blink of an eye.

"Don't move around, otherwise we will definitely not die." The two sisters seemed weak, but they are Zhou Qingfeng's guards now, and their combat power has been doubled. They are fast and stable, so they must not be underestimated. Moreover, for so long with Zhou Qingfeng, the two girls' families have long been full of hot tempers.

The door of the bar shook slightly, and the "dog meat" also rushed in silently. Its mouth roared, and its cold electronic eyes shone with a faint light, staring at the target in front of it.

The situation became unacceptable. The bartenders who were originally confronted in the bar were a little stupid. They gathered here tonight to compete with the "Bann" group, but now the "Bann" people are here, and the trouble is snatched by another group who suddenly emerges.

The man in leather was also shocked and shocked. He was confident that he was coming to suppress the residents of this settlement. He didn't know that "Cheng Yaojin" came out halfway and even argued with him for a glass of wine. This man looked like a naughty man, but the m214 that was ready to go behind him was not easy to deal with.

The firing rate of the six barrels of m214 is 6,000 bullets per minute. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of them are sprayed out, and there is no place to hide.

The burly men behind the men in leather clothes are inevitably a little uneasy. They bully others with their power and pay attention to aura, but they are afraid of young people who know nothing and dare to do anything.

"We are the boss of 'Ban'." The man in leather wanted to remind Zhou Qingfeng, but he actually felt a little weaker when he said this.

"I don't know anything about Bann, I want you to pay my wine." Zhou Qingfeng didn't let him go at all.

The man in leather clothes was about to be angry, so he hated such fearless opponents and had no way to deal with them. He could only take out a handful of gold coins from his pocket and slapped them on the bar, then twisted his body and shouted angrily: "Boy, wait. You will know us soon."

The burly men walked in with great momentum, but were forced to leave with a dirt-faced look. They knocked the bar door and cried out, obviously in anger.

Zhou Qingfeng was too lazy to pay attention to these villains. He picked up the gold coin thrown on the table, picked one and looked at it under the light. The mark on it was very rough and should have been privately cast by local forces.

At this moment, the bartender didn't know what words to use to express their feelings. They had no confidence to deal with it calmly in the face of a big trouble. But now..., there is even less confidence.

"Bann's people will come again." The bartender's face was a little pale, "Those guys are very vengeful. They are forced to leave this time, and more people will definitely come next time."

"It seems you are afraid of that group of people." Zhou Qingfeng asked, "Where is your leader? Can't she lead you out of trouble?"

"Sister Dongshuang has gone to deal with you Chinese." The bartender said angrily.

"Where are the Chinese you are talking about? Do you have any conflicts with them? I am actually looking for my compatriots." Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"It seems that you are really from another place. Your compatriots control the food supply in Angola, and we rely on selling cleaned items from the ruins of the city to exchange for food. But the exchange rate stipulated by your compatriots is too low, which makes our lives difficult."

"So what about Bain's people?"

"They want to replace us to control this ruined settlement and control the supply of goods we have in hand to trade with the Chinese."

"So where are my fellow countrymen? Maybe I can help you solve some problems."

"Your compatriots are very careful about trading. They have been hiding themselves and never let people know where the base is? Otherwise, they would have died long ago when they controlled the food supply. But maybe our boss knew some clues."
Chapter completed!