At the moment when "Prohibition" was rampant, Americans showed their powers, all kinds of strange drinks emerged in an endless stream, fruit juice is a major category, and there are many different flavors, such as grapes, such as grapes, and grapes.

It's not a water word, grapes and grapes are not the same, some grape juices are produced in France, some grape juices are produced in southern Africa, these two taste the best, of course, the price is also slightly expensive, the United States is very cheap.

Arthur took good care of his brother, mixed the first glass of juice and handed it directly to Gavin.

Gavin sniffed it, his eyes lit up immediately, and he took a light sip, a smile on his face.

Qin Dian, who was sitting on the other side of Arthur, also had a smile on his face.

Qin Dian is Arthur's personal bodyguard, Chinese, a veteran of the World War, a sergeant major of the first class, who has won the Medal of Hero, and once killed eight German soldiers in white-knuckle battles.

Qin Dian is the chief guard arranged by Roque beside Arthur, and Fang Mao, who is responsible for Gavin's security, is also Chinese, and the purpose is self-evident.

"Water-" Qin Dian was in a working state and couldn't drink.

The bartender was not surprised, Arthur and Gavin were not ordinary people at first glance, after these two came, more than a dozen customers came to the bar one after another, and they didn't drink alcohol but only drank water, and the fierce aura on their bodies couldn't be covered by clothes.

Wrong, it's the bulging in the armpits, it's definitely not a child in it.

Being able to be a bartender, he has a little bit of knowledge, and the smile on his face is becoming more and more enthusiastic, and this kind of customer is generally very generous in tipping.

The bartender is interesting, but the guests who drink are impatient.

Why don't you come to a bar without drinking?

There is also a large group of people staring at each other, looking at people as if they are wondering how to kill you as quickly as possible, who to scare with a gun, the United States does not ban guns, and Lao Tzu also has it.

"Chinese?" A drinker, who was obviously a little overhead, asked with his tongue wide open.

Seeing Arthur and Gavin with so many Chinese guards, most of them were nobles from the Far East.

It's not the aristocracy from Europe, the Americans kneel and lick the European aristocracy, but despise the Far Eastern aristocracy, especially the Chinese, don't forget that the Chinese Exclusion Act is still in force.

Qin Dian smiled and nodded, as a guard, if he can not cause trouble, he will not cause trouble, of course, he is not afraid of trouble.

"Who let you Chinese in for a drink? Get out—" The drunken drinker suddenly went berserk.

Not long ago, on May 31, in Tulsa, Oklahoma, USA, from 4 p.m. to 11 p.m. the next day, more than 300 people died, more than 8,600 people were injured, 1,256 houses were burned, 35 blocks were razed to the ground, and more than 10,000 people were left homeless.

It is not war that is causing all this, but racial discrimination.

In just one day, the area known as "Black Wall Street" in Tulsa turned into a living hell.

The terrible thing is that it was not the deliberate guidance that caused all this, but the spontaneous organization of the local white people, who used Molotov cocktails, rifles, explosives, and even private jets to drop bombs during the attack on Tulsa.

Many of those killed were post-World War I veterans who fought for the United States during the World War, died in Europe and gained citizenship, and instead of dying in Europe, they died at the hands of white thugs when they returned to the United States.

What's even more terrifying is that for the destruction of Tulsa, American society is accustomed to it from top to bottom, which is the most terrifying.

Qin Dian's eyes were terrifying and wanted to kill, the hand holding the cup was bruised, and at Qin Dian's level, even if he didn't use tools, there were a hundred ways to easily kill the drunkard in front of him.

But you can only think about it, if you have strength, you can't just strip other people's lives, unless it endangers the safety of Arthur and Gavin.

"Get out, get out of America, this is not where you should be—" The drunkard was still yelling.

"Tom, you're drunk—"

"Sorry, this guy was drunk, he didn't mean to-"

"Let's go, let's go, don't make trouble-" The other drinkers were still sober, and Qin Dian and his group were easy to provoke at first glance, so don't make trouble casually.

"I'm not leaving, I'm not drunk, I'm going to drive these yellow monkeys out of the United States-" The drunkard chattered, trying to pull Qin Dian's collar.

If the drunkard doesn't do it, Qin Dian can't fight back, and he can't scold the street like a shrew with the drunkard.

The drunkard made a move, and Qin Dian immediately had a reason to fight back.

Just as the drunkard grabbed Qin Dian's clothes, Qin Dian made a lightning move to block the drunkard's hand, and hit the drunkard on the chin with an uppercut.

The drunkard's eyes rolled and he fell backwards without saying a word, slamming the back of his head on the floor.

Fortunately, the wooden floor, probably can't die, but a concussion is probably inevitable.

"Tom-" The familiar drinkers were in a mess, some checked Tom's condition, some got up and glared at Qin Dian angrily, and some quietly slipped away.

Most of the time it's to call people.

Qin Dian is not afraid, he is British, and he is also a member of the Royal Guard, Arthur is the first generation of Cypriot Baron, Gavin is the first in line to the throne of the Marquis of Nyasaland, even if the police come Qin Dian is not afraid, dare to do something to Qin Dian, the severity is equivalent to attacking the Cypriot Baron.

Tom was not dead, he was still breathing, and the acquaintance patted and screamed for a long time without waking Tom up, and stood up and glared at Qin Dian angrily.

"How can you do that? Tom was just getting drunk and babbling, you shouldn't have done such a heavy job, get people to the hospital quickly—" Tom's friend probably wanted to slander someone.

"It doesn't seem like that, he insulted me and tried to attack my captain of the guard, he deserved it!" Arthur is indifferent, even if he really beats someone to death, Arthur has the money to hire a lawyer for Qin Dian.

The kind that doesn't have to sit in jail for a day.

In the United States, bail is possible, and even if there is trouble, as long as the court does not pronounce the verdict, you don't have to go to jail if you give some money.

The slanderous guy immediately shut up, it's normal for rich people to hire bodyguards, but there are not many who can use the rank of "captain of the guard".

After Qin Dian made his move, five or six young people around him who were also strong stood up, they looked bare-handed, but they were all carrying backpacks of the same style, needless to say, there must be weapons hidden in the backpacks.

There are also two guys who unscrupulously open their shirts, and they are wearing the latest "Defenders" produced by the Nyasaland Military Industry under their armpits.

The "Defender" is a personal self-defense weapon that fires 9 mm pistol rounds, has 20 rounds of ammunition, has an effective range of 100 meters, has a body length of only 305 mm, weighs 1.5 kg after loading the magazine, has a rate of fire of up to 800 per minute, and only takes 1.5 seconds to empty the magazine.

The Defender was the world's first small automatic weapon for individual use, and before the outbreak of World War, the Southern African Forces were equipped with individual Browning automatic rifles.

Arthur and Gavin's guards are equipped with this kind of submachine pistol with very fierce firepower at close range, so there are more ferocious military weapons in the cars outside, as long as there is a fight here, reinforcements can be sent outside at any time.

"Who the hell are you?" The owner of the bar finally stepped in, and in case someone died in the bar, the owner was in trouble.

"I'm the Baron of Cyprus in the British Empire, this guy tried to attack me, and was stopped by my captain of the guard, whether this guy is dead or not, I will hold him accountable." Arthur beat him upside down, no one stipulates that the nobles must be high-spirited, and it is in line with the habits of the nobles to repay them.

The bar owner and the group of drinkers all lost their voices, and they were actually British aristocrats, which was in trouble.

"His name is Tom, isn't he? I'm Larry Dalton from Tony Armstrong's office, and this guy on the ground is going to be unlucky, but luckily this is not England, and if you are in England, attacking nobles is a serious crime. "Larry Dalton is Arthur's entourage, and when he is away from home, he will inevitably encounter this kind of trouble, and Ada has been prepared for it.

Tony and Armstrong are two people, both of whom are members of the Southern African Society, who co-founded a law firm and are now the largest and most powerful law firm in Southern Africa.

Ida is also one of the shareholders of the law firm.

"I'm sorry, can this matter be settled like this, Tom is also unintentional, he doesn't know your identity, don't be like him." The owner of the bar interceded for Tom, anyway, he was also a regular customer of the bar, and he didn't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha.

"Why didn't you stop this guy from insulting Lord Cyprus' guard when he came out and said such things?" Larry Dalton doesn't overstep his authority, and the barkeeper's pleas don't help unless Arthur speaks.

The bar owner was speechless, everyone was watching the excitement just now, no one expected Tom to kick the iron plate this time, and the iron plate was so hard.

The policemen were always late, and when they saw the situation in the bar, both policemen were a little shocked, the older sergeant was quite steady, and the younger one was like a great enemy, and his hand was already on the holster of the gun at his waist.

"Sir, don't touch your weapon to avoid misunderstanding." Gavin's guard captain Fang Mao kindly reminded that it was useless to put his hand on the holster, there was a random one here who grabbed it, and the speed of pulling out the gun was quite fast.

"Who are you?" The sheriff frowned, and he was qualified to make such a request to the police, and his status can be imagined.

"I am the captain of Mr. Gavin's guard, and Mr. Gavin is the second-generation heir of the Marquis of Nyasaland-" Fang Mao's words directly made the sheriff's heart skip a beat.

The Marquis of Nyasaland was representing Britain at a naval conference in Washington, D.C., which was known to all the police in Washington, and the sheriff had also been involved in security during the naval conference, but only for perimeter defense.

"Relax Randy—don't go off-" The sheriff looked helpless when he looked at Tom on the ground again, there are so many people in Washington, just messing with these few, now it's okay, the sheriff has no power to deal with it, and he has to report it layer by layer.

"We're staying at the Rhodesia Hotel temporarily, and I'll cover this guy's medical expenses, and if he dies, I'll also cover his funeral expenses." Arthur conceded, but only to that extent.