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A few brainless, muscular men wanted to show off in front of the beautiful bartender.

He immediately shoved Ye Ren:

"Hey! You bastard, what are you pretending to be?"

Ye Ren was pushed and swayed.

He breathed a deep sigh of relief.

After a whole day, I was already simmering with anger with nowhere to vent it.

it's good now.

A punching bag delivered right to your door.

"..."

Ye Ren suddenly grabbed a bottle from the bar.

"Bang!"

With a sharp crack, the bottle smashed hard on the head of the burly man who had shoved him, shattering instantly.

Without pausing, Ye Ren took the remaining sharp broken piece and plunged it into the burly man's neck!

"Pfft!"

Blood spurted wildly.

"Holy crap—!!"

The burly man clutched his neck and screamed in agony.

But it's not over yet.

Ye Ren's right hand instantly swelled up, and he activated his flesh and blood manipulation.

His entire arm instantly swelled to more than five times its normal size, like the arm of a giant, and grabbed the man's still bleeding head.

"Thump!!!"

A deep, resounding bang that sent chills down your spine.

Ye Ren smashed the burly man's head onto the hard floor like smashing a watermelon.

The floor cracked, and the burly man fell silent on the spot, as peaceful as a baby.

See, it's good to be young.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Then.

"Damn it! Kill him!!"

The believers in the bar instantly flew into a rage, rushing forward like a hornet's nest that had been stirred up.

A massive melee erupted instantly.

"roar!!"

The wolf god's followers transformed into beasts, opening their blood-red maws to bite at Ye Ren's throat.

Ye Ren didn't even glance at it.

"Snapped!"

The massive, fleshy fist, imbued with the power of thunder, sent the werewolf flying, half of its teeth flying out.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The cybernetic man raised his arm, revealing the dark muzzle of a gun.

Before he could even fire, Ye Ren stomped his foot, and a spike shot out from the ground, piercing through his lower body.

"Driver module damaged!"

"I'll burn your mother alive!"

The Flame Believers spew forth fierce flames.

Ye Renjingze pointed, and the flames rolled back.

This was a one-sided crushing defeat.

It lasted for about three minutes.

The bar finally quieted down.

There was no one standing next to Ye Ren anymore.

Seven or eight believers lay sprawled on the ground, some with broken arms and legs, some foaming at the mouth, all convulsing in pain.

The rest of the people in the bar were already too scared to leave, and were huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

Looking at the man standing in the middle of the pile of corpses, slightly panting, he was filled with horror.

Who the hell is this follower?!

"call……"

Ye Ren took a deep breath, stretched his neck, and made a series of cracking sounds.

"I feel much better."

Suppressed emotions definitely need to be released appropriately.

Feeling relaxed and comfortable.

He sat back down at the bar and looked at the bartender, who was now pale with fright.

"Gulp."

The bartender swallowed hard, instinctively clutching his chest, and said in a tearful voice:

"If you hit them, you can't hit me anymore..."

Ye Ren looked at her expressionlessly:

"Do you have any regular alcoholic beverages? Or soft drinks are fine too."

"No, do you have Coke? With ice."

"Ah, yes! Brother, yes!"

The bartender, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, bounced and hopped all the way to the backstage area of ​​the bar.

A short while later.

She carefully hopped back, carrying two cans of Pepsi that were already chipped of paint.

"Is this okay?" she asked tentatively.

Ye Ren glanced at the blue jar, his eyes widening:

Pepsi?!

"Even a dog wouldn't buy Pepsi..."

He swallowed the words back down his throat.

Forget it.

Given the current conditions, we're lucky to even have anything to drink; what more could we ask for?

"Fill it up, add ice."

"Okay!"

The bartender deftly opened the tab and poured the contents into a glass with ice.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The sound of bubbles bursting was particularly pleasant in the quiet bar.

Ye Ren picked up the cup and gulped it down in one go.

"belch--"

The cool liquid flowed down my throat and into my stomach, taking away all the heat and irritability.

Ye Ren let out a long, comfortable sigh.

Then he remembered the important matter.

He took the faded, grayish feather out of his pocket and placed it on the bar.

"I have a question for you."

"Do you know what this is?"

The bartender leaned closer to take a look, then shook his head somewhat uncertainly:

"I've never seen it before..."

"If you want to gather information, it would be better to go to the [House of Ten Thousand Eyes] or the [Omniscient Museum]."

"The omniscient and all-seeing believers should know this."

Ye Ren was stunned.

That's right.

How could I have forgotten about those two families?

Although a group of their followers were attacked on the road just now, they should only be small fry.

For these kinds of professional matters, you should find a professional.

He gathered his feathers and got up to leave.

"Um... sir..."

The bartender's weak voice came from behind me.

"You haven't paid yet..."

"Two hundred and sixty yuan for a can of Coke..."

Ye Ren paused, then turned around abruptly:

"Taking away the young master?!"

"Two hundred and sixty?!"

"Why don't you just rob it?!"

The bartender shrank back, looking dejected.

"Sir, this is the normal price..."

"After all, this cola isn't peeled off from people; it's stock from before the Great Cataclysm. Every can we drink reduces the supply, so it's already expensive."

Ye Ren: "..."

That makes so much sense, I can't even argue with it.

He reached into his pocket.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Ye Ren pointed to the group of sobbing believers on the ground and said with righteous indignation:

"Take it from them."

The bartender glanced at the group of wretched men on the ground, then at Ye Ren's kind eyes.

I didn't dare shake my head.

"Okay, sir, welcome back next time!"

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The night wind was biting, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible, fishy smell.

It's hard to say exactly what the fishy smell is.

Anyway, it smells unpleasant.

Ye Ren walked alone on the empty street.

He wanted to ask a kind citizen for directions, and sure enough, his wish came true just as he was about to doze off.

A figure was dragging a mutilated body, moving slowly forward in the dim yellow light of the street lamp.

He was a follower of the "God of Balance".

He only has half a left leg, and his right arm is just a bare upper arm. He walks with a limp, which looks extremely awkward.

But a strange sense of satisfaction lingered on his face, as if this imperfection was the perfect balance.

Ye Ren walked straight over.

"...?"

The man stopped, raised his cloudy eyes, and sized up Ye Ren with a sinister look.

Examine it carefully from head to toe.

"That's interesting..."

He let out a hoarse, strange laugh, his eyes revealing undisguised greed and malice.

"He looks so normal."

"Is it someone important's pet?"

He murmured these words aloud, and that's what he was thinking.