บท 615: Chapter 297 Shopping_3

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What a wuss, why overthink it? As a real man, fighting is the way to go.

Three minutes later, with the sound of the bartender's gun signaling the end of the brawl, Lin Wu, with a bruised nose and swollen face, aching back, and sore waist, had earned himself 20 dollars. As someone with high attributes, he should have earned more, but he was ambushing others while they were ambushing him too; the small bar was crammed with dozens of burly men and three tough women, any of whom could throw a sucker punch at any moment.

After the fight, the bartender kicked out anyone who had touched his gun and announced, "The Blanca Bar will start another round in three minutes."

No more for me, that kind of money you can earn only if you're alive to spend it. Although you won't get seriously injured or die, the physical pain is real.

Afterward, Lin Wu ran into Fire Dance, and after staring at each other for a while, Lin Wu said, "Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Congratulations."

"For what?"