The lights are on, and the night is drooping.

On the crowded streets, Lin Chong was dressed in casual clothes, just like a real tourist, looking around and walking towards his destination slowly.

His destination is right in front of him, a bar controlled by the Renma Palace.

The bar is located in an inconspicuous corner next to the street. At the door of the bar, two strong men in black suits and tattoos embroidered on their necks stood with arms crossed, staring at the passing pedestrians with a fierce look, with their eyes full of scrutiny.

Seeing Lin Chong coming, a strong man stretched out his arm to block him, looked up and down a few times, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and said coldly in Fusang language: "You can't go in!"

Lin Chong raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

He must also be in Fusang language, very skillful and authentic, not at all unfamiliar, and no different from the locals.

As a rank-level soldier king trained by the Yanhuang Republic, Lin Chong is not only good at fighting, but also proficient in many other skills, and language is one of them.

Beidou often needs to go deep into foreign countries to perform special tasks, so it is necessary to master the local language. Lin Chong is not a genius in language and cannot be compared with his talent for martial arts. However, he has a memory that he can never forget, and it is not difficult for him to learn a few foreign languages.

The strong man did not recognize Lin Chong's identity at all, and only regarded him as an ordinary Fusang man, with a stiff tone: "There is no reason, you just can't go in. This is not a place you can afford to consume."

Lin Chong's expression turned cold, he took a step forward, leaned into the strong man's ear, and lowered his voice: "Idiot with no eyes, get out of here!"

"What are you?"

The strong man was furious when he heard this, and he glared at him and was about to do something.

But the next moment, he saw a pair of terrible eyes.

Lin Chong's pupils were flashing with an inexplicable light, staring at the strong man's face, his eyes gloomy and cold, like a poisonous snake staring at a frog.

A chill ran straight from the soles of the strong man's feet to the top of his head.

"Gudong!"

The strong man subconsciously swallowed his saliva, his hair stood up all over his body, and his arms were filled with goose bumps, and the blood in his body seemed to have solidified.

He seemed to smell the smell of blood in his nose, and he couldn't help but make a cold war with trembling. He took two steps back, widened the distance from Lin Chong, and looked at Lin Chong with fear.

In the feeling of a strong man, the young man in front of him who looked ordinary and dressed in ordinary clothes seemed to turn into a man-eating beast in the blink of an eye.

Another strong man noticed the strangeness of his companion and cast a puzzled look: "Natural, are you okay?"

"fine."

The strong man called Naoto replied, and then said to Lin Chong in a respectful tone: "Your Excellency, please forgive me for being unreasonable. I didn't recognize your identity just now."

Lin Chong yawned, and the cold feeling disappeared without a trace, and he said carelessly: "Can I go in now?"

"sure."

The strong man moved sideways and reached out to indulge in a false direction: "Please."

Lin Chong passed by the strong man, and walked straight into the bar in the other party's awe-inspiring sight.

The bar was dim, with colorful neon lights constantly rotating and flickering, and the music was deafening.

As soon as Lin Chong stepped into the door, the noisy and buzzing sounds and boiling heat came to his face, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and hormones.

Lin Chong frowned slightly, came to the bar counter, ordered a cocktail, and carefully observed the bar environment by drinking.

There are not many guests in the bar, but there are definitely many. The fashionable young men and women gather together in groups, drinking and dancing, or whispering.

In the middle of the bar, a brown girl in exposed clothes was dancing with her figure bulging in front and back, and her dance posture was sexy and hot. The men around her were shining with their eyes and swallowing their saliva.

A middle-aged man secretly reached out and touched the brown girl's butt with alcohol. The girl not only did not get angry, but instead threw a charming look at him, making the middle-aged man even more itchy.

Finally, amid the envious and jealous eyes of other men, the brown girl pulled the middle-aged man into a room next to the bar.

"interesting."

Lin Chong looked away from the brown girl.

He knew that the middle-aged man was dead. Although the brown girl pretended well, the murderous intent in her eyes could not be hidden at all.

However, Lin Chong had no idea of ​​saving people.

His goal is to complete the task. What does a Fusang man have to do with him? What's more, that middle-aged man is not necessarily a good thing.

Lin Chong withdrew his thoughts and continued to observe.

This bar is divided into two floors, and most of the guests who come here to drink and have fun are concentrated on the lower floor. Several strong men in black guarded the entrance of the stairs leading to the upper floor, with a bulging waist and obviously a pistol hidden.

"If the information is correct, this is one of the places where the Renma Palace recruits new members. The following people are just covers for the Renma Palace to cover. It is useless to continue waiting. It is better to directly express my intention to come to them. Anyway, with the methods of Renma Palace, my true identity cannot be found in a short period of time."

As soon as he thought of this, Lin Chong no longer hesitated. He put down a sip of the cocktail he had never drunk, walked towards the stairs, and naturally a cold and fierce aura emanated from his body.

“This road is not open!”

As Lin Chong expected, the strong men in black blocked him again.

"I heard that the Renma Palace is recruiting people, I'm here to sign up." Lin Chong said coldly.

Hearing Lin Chong like this, the strong men in black looked him up and down a few times. One of the strong men took out the walkie-talkie and asked in a deep voice: "What's your name?"

"Yang Chong."

"Yanhuang people?"

The strong men in black were shocked at the same time, put their hands on their waists, and their eyes were full of vigilance: "Are you a Yanhuang man, you actually want to join the Renma Palace?"

Lin Chong asked lightly: "Is there any problem?"

"Of course there is a problem, we doubt your spy."

The strong man holding the intercom suddenly shouted: "Rise your hands up and don't do any misunderstandings, otherwise we will shoot without hesitation!"

"If this is the power of the Manchu Palace, it would be really disappointing."

Lin Chong's hands were hanging down his side without moving, and a sarcastic sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I can hit ten people like you, with one hand, so don't be embarrassed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chong's body shook and instantly bullied the strong men. He raised his hands and feet and all had great power. He knocked them to the ground in just a few moves, and he didn't even have time to take out the pistol.

"Bah, trash! With this insignificant skill, I dare to stop me!"
Chapter completed!