On this morning, in a bar with a very ordinary atmosphere, people were whispering about some recent events, and several prostitutes in their upper clothes were walking around. Suddenly, a tall man in a leather coat and a round-necked hat burst in from outside.

"A glass of whiskey!" said the man at the bar, when the bartender had already put his glass away and began to serve him a drink.

The man glanced at the bartender in some surprise, it was quite neat. He didn't care, though, instead raised his glass, glanced up slightly, and tapped twice at the bar. After completing these steps, he drank the wine in his glass.

"Bang bang bang!" As soon as he put the glass down, the man slapped the bar a few times as if he was going crazy, and said loudly, "Everyone is fine, my best friend John O'Bannon is buried today, he was killed at the door of this bar, I want you to tell everyone you know that I am looking for the bastard who killed his son of a bitch." When I find him, I'm going to cut off his head, bring it here, put it on the bar, and we'll celebrate the revenge. Cheers!"

With that, the young man knocked twice on the bar and drank the other glass of red wine that the bartender had poured down.

The young man didn't notice the strange look in the eyes of the people around him, but continued, "Did any of you guys be in the bar that night?

The big man who was tapped on the shoulder by the young man looked at him expressionlessly, not giving a word.

"Are you mute? Well, forget it!" the young man was bored, turned to the prostitute in leopard print underwear, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What about you, sweetheart, do you know something? You're new here, aren't you? Did you see something, did you hear something?"

The makeup on the woman's face was a little ugly, and she didn't say a word about the young man's questions, she didn't even look at the young man, and her eyes were fixed on the ground, as if there was gold there.

"Well, no one knows what's going on. The young man shook his head, sighed, looked at the others, and said with some excitement: "If you find any clues, come to me." ”

The young man who walked to the bar again picked up the bartender and poured the beer again, drank it all, then put down his glass and left the bar. However, before the young man could reach the door, a voice suddenly rang out: "If you want me to say, that bastard deserves it." ”

The young man's footsteps paused, pressed the hat on his head slightly, turned around, walked back into the bar, and walked towards the bearded man who had just spoken: "Hey, buddy, what did you just say?"

Seeing that the young man looked unkind, the bearded man's companion hurriedly explained: "Relax, friend, he was just joking." ”

"You're just kidding, you're kidding me with my dead buddy. As soon as he finished speaking, the young man picked up the bottle that was placed on the table and smashed it into the bearded man's head.

The wine bottle instantly shattered on the bearded man's head, glass shards, and wine flew in all directions, and the bearded man fell down at once, and his companion also subconsciously hid aside. After all this, the young man walked quickly towards the door, clenched his fist in his hand, and smashed it into the chest of the man who was blocking him, and then slammed it on the ground, and when he turned his hand, a sharp dagger was exposed.

"What do you say, comedian? The young man glared fiercely at his companion who was hurrying to the bearded man, and the other man was startled and immediately retreated several steps. The young man looked at the others, waved his arm vigorously, and said, "Who else, who else, who else is continuing to stare at me!"

After doing all this, the young man snorted coldly, turned around and left the bar!

At this moment, John Eubanon was lying in his coffin in great peace, speechless, for others to admire. And watching her outside his coffin was none other than Terry Mulden and his son.

I only heard Mulden whisper to his son, "I'll go see him, James." What you can't see is the bullet hole in his chest hidden under this fine suit. If you want to be a tough guy again, just think about him. That's what happened to you. ”

"Can I touch him?" James' thoughts, apparently not in the same rhythm as his father.

Liang Dong obviously couldn't understand little James's thoughts, and subconsciously asked, "Why do you want to touch him?"

James had a peculiar thought, and he whispered, "I've never touched a dead man, and I want to see what it feels like to the touch?"

"They're cold to the touch!" he said, Liang Dong's voice became low, and he looked at John Eubannon, and his mood suddenly began to drop.

"Can I?" said James, still holding on to his own thoughts, looking up at his father with a look of earnestness.

Liang rolled his eyes and nodded slightly. Little James's hands touched the cold backs of Eupmanon's hands, and he forgot to withdraw them for a moment. Liang Dong frowned and lightly bumped under little James's armpit. Little James was instantly startled, and quickly withdrew his hand, looking frightened.

Liang Dong couldn't help but smile slightly, stretched out his hand and counted lightly on his forehead and chest, drew a cross, prayed slightly, said "let's go" to his son, and then left the coffin together.

Looking at the strangers in suits and leather shoes sitting in the room, little James couldn't help but ask, "Who are these people?"

Liang Dong said indifferently: "Most of your aunt's friends are gamblers and other scum, as well as women who love them. ”

"So, Mr. Parton, he's coming to-day, too!" little James never kept in tune with his father.

"Don't think about that, son. Liang shook his head, patted little James on the shoulder and said, "Find a place to sit down and read the eulogy." Pray you don't end up like these idiots!"

Today, all this obviously had a great impact on little James, not only did he not have a hard time with his father, but he did not even have a trace of disobedience on his face. After listening to his father's words, he turned and walked away alone.

While Terry Mulden was talking to his son about Old Paton, Old Paton was talking to his brother about John Obannon.

"Before paying tribute to Monsieur d'Opbannon, we should discuss who will take his place?" said Old Parton, taking a deep breath, "and he is a good money-maker, and it is not easy to find someone to replace him." ”

"If you want me to say, it's a good thing he's dead. Standing in the darkness of the corner, Rasti suddenly spoke.

"No one wants you to speak, and the damage you've caused is big enough. Old Parton made no secret of his dislike for his son.

"No, I've done us all a great favor. Rasti said dissatisfiedly, "He's got more trouble than he's worth, and he's already starting to his tail." ”

(End of chapter)