Section 231: Dividing meat

"How is this wine?"

The bar owner, the middle-aged man sitting opposite him, kept smiling. On the surface, he seemed very kind, but there were some feminine ingredients that were inexplicably feminine.

Liu Yuchen nodded in a daze and said vaguely: "...I, I want to... go back, go back to the room..."

"You don't seem to be a mutant?" The bar owner was still smiling, but did not answer his question.

Mutations?

Liu Yuchen felt nervous, and he suddenly felt that this ordinary tavern might not be as simple as it seems.

"The people in the wilderness are liars, thieves, and villains. Never believe what they say, do not believe their pitiful begging, and do not be blinded by the surface phenomena seen by the eyes. In order to get food and water, they can do anything-"

Even he himself could not remember where he had heard such words. It seemed that it was the officer's restaurant in the No. 24th City of Life, and it seemed that he was chatting with an acquaintance on a daily basis. At that time, he was just treating this kind of warning as a boring joke to pass the time. The survivors in the wasteland world might indeed be more barbaric and sinful than the old man, but they were humans, not beasts after all.

These are all the thoughts of the past. As for now... although my brain is in chaos, Liu Yuchen completely believes that these words are true.

The city and the wilderness are originally two worlds.

He is a doctor and he knows very well what's wrong with him.

In that glass of inferior brandy, some kind of neurotoxin with strong anesthetic effect was obviously added. In the old days, many underground bars used light wine and anesthetics to mix the so-called "high-quality wine". This wine was full of fragrance and had poor taste. It would cause serious harm to the human body when it was drunk. However, it was a civilized period with sufficient supplies. There was nothing in the wasteland world, and it was even more impossible to mix drugs for a drink that was as light as water. In other words, the wine sold in this bar was not allowed to be drunk under normal circumstances.

Since that's the case... Then, what happened to the drunken man who was drunk and beaten to death before and threw him out?

The strong medicinal properties made his consciousness become a little dull, and his eyes that had obviously lost focus turned into overlapping the images of the outside world. Looking at the unnatural smile, full of smugness and satisfaction on the bar owner opposite, he suddenly felt unprecedented fear.

The vision became blurry, and faces that should have disappeared were distorted into various complex images against the backdrop of the chaotic and hazy light and reappeared.

The dying thin man walked in from outside the bar door. He took the towel from the hand of a stout burly man standing next to him and wiped the dirt on his body hard. The eyes that released greedy eyes were looking back and forth on his body.

The fat Barbara stood behind the counter, hugged the fafas assault rifle with her short and thick fat hands, skillfully pulled the chamber open, and carefully inspected each part. After confirming that the parts of the gun body were intact, she then satisfactorily placed the gun body flat, aimed at herself with the gun mouth, squinted her tiny eyes, opened her greasy and thick mouth, circled it, and made a "bang" lip shape.

Other drinkers sitting around came around and talked to each other excitedly and satisfiedly. The eyes that looked at them were ridiculous, sarcastic, and contempt...

Liu Yuchen shook his head hard, trying to drive these chaotic images away from his head. He opened his mouth wide, held the seat tightly with his trembling hands, desperately trying to stretch his legs to escape, leaving this place full of evil and death... Suddenly, his body shook and fell head-on on the cold ground.

"I really don't understand. This guy is dressed very well and has good weapons. He looks like a wilderness killer or a mercenary. He didn't expect to be an ordinary person with no brains and no evolutionary ability. He dares to drink any glass of wine. Did he think this is in the backyard of his home? Hahahaha-"

This was the last sentence he heard in his ears before he fell asleep.

...

Looking at Liu Yuchen who was lying on the floor like mud, the bar was quiet for a moment, and then a burst of unscrupulous laughter broke out. Soon, it returned to a lively and joyful atmosphere.

"No outsiders are here. This guy is very fat and should taste very good-"

A man wearing a dirty and torn jacket squatted at the ***, pinched his rosy face hard, his blood-covered eyes emitted a feverish light, and he licked his lips greedily with his tongue.

"That's right!"

A short, sturdy and grey old man next to him nodded in agreement and said, "However, I should give Xiao Noel a whole thigh first. Without his outstanding performance, this guy would not throw down his gun and backpack."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk...I, I want to taste his liver."

The thin man named Little Noel, the drunkard who had been vomiting before, stared at Liu Yuchen's abdomen with greed and sucked in saliva: "While fresh, stir-fry it with double-head butter and seasonings, it tastes very good and delicious. Don't snatch it with me, this is my only requirement-"

"You damn hungry ghosts, I won't let anyone touch him before I speak-"

The fat Barbara squeezed into the crowd hard, raised the assault rifle in her hand ruthlessly, glanced at the people around her like a giant armed female beast, and said grimly: "He will belong to me tonight and tomorrow. This kid's skin is so tender that it will get water when he pinchs it. I'll be happy before throwing it to you. At that time, you can eat whatever you want-"

“That’s impossible—”

Biao Han, who was standing next to the wine table, shouted in a bad voice: "All the men you have fucked are smelly and can't eat them at all. This kid is very young and very tender. I will never allow you to touch him. If you want to play with a man, wash your stinky pussy first-"

"You dare-"

Upon hearing this, Barbara glared at her eyes and turned her gun and pointed it at the other party.

"We want to eat fresh meat! You are fucking shooting-"

Biaohan was furious, and the muscles on his body quickly pissed up and squirmed in horror. He pulled open the jacket he draped over his body, pulled out a half-foot-long hunting knife from his back, almost squeezed out from his teeth one word at a time.

"Enough, a bunch of hungry ghosts, shut up all the fucking words-"

The bar owner finally spoke. He stopped his chaotic subordinates coldly, his eyes passed through the gaps of the crowd, and kept sweeping around the sleeping Liu Yuchen's body.

"The old rules, things are done together, so everyone has a share. Theodore, go clean the sink and wash the guy well. Old Marsen, you are responsible for mixing the filling before dawn. Little Noel goes to check the machine to prepare to pour ***. Barbara goes to the basement to take out the remaining oats, drizzle it with fresh blood, add salt, and marinate until spring. It tastes very good."

"Hot, I want to know how you plan to assign this kid?" This is the most concerned issue called Theodore's burly man.

The tavern owner, Hort, stood up and walked behind the bar, opened the hidden secret lattice in the wall, took out a bottle of real brandy from it, poured out a little bit into a wide-mouthed glass placed on the counter, and gently shook it in his hand, with a satisfied look, slowly said: "As long as we used to be, everyone has a share. As for tonight... he belongs to Barbara."

Everyone was stunned. Barbara's nervous face suddenly released a thrill of ecstasy. She suddenly burst out with a scream that was almost pierced through her eardrums. She hurriedly squatted, grabbed Liu Yuchen's arm, and easily carried her soft body on her shoulders, as if she was a human-shaped pig, happily preparing to move to her bedroom. At the same time, she stretched out her fat tongue covered with fishy saliva and licked Liu Yuchen's smooth and white face greedily.

“This is not fair—”

Theodore roared in anger a few times, and he rushed to the tavern owner with a quick glance, pointing at the proud Barbara, and shouting: "You know the bad habit of that man she has played with is even more stinky than shit. How else do you want us to eat?"

Hort raised the cup to his mouth, tilted his neck and drank it all, wiped his mouth, vented a strong smell of alcohol, stared coldly at the strong man standing in front of him, and said, "Theodore, you seem to have forgotten something very important - here, I am the leader."

Theodore opened his mouth wide, stared at the tavern owner standing in front of him - in Hort's hand, the dagger, which was nearly half a foot long, was pressing against his throat, and squeezed a pit that was sunken inwardly on the surface of his soft skin.

He had no idea how this dagger appeared. However, the sharp blade weapon, which was more than ten centimeters long, reminded him that his neck might be cut off easily at any time like peeling tofu.

Only the boss Hort in the entire tavern is a mutant who has undergone potion transformation and has a third-level strengthening ability. With his speed and arm strength, cutting off his own head is no more difficult than cutting down a big tree.

The saliva in the mouth accumulates more and more, and the tongue is pressed down to feel uncomfortable and heavy. Theodore wants to swallow them, but he is afraid that his thrust throat will be cut by the sharp tip. He can only stand in place, with his mouth wide open, maintaining a uncomfortable and extremely stiff movement.

"Don't...Ho, Hot...No, head, head...you, you should understand my words. I, I have no intention of disrespect for you at all, I just said Barbara..."

Theodore's forehead was covered with cold sweat and he stammered in his interpretation.

Hort raised his head and looked at him casually. After a few minutes, he suddenly bent his mouth and showed a gentle smile.

"You should understand the rules here. If you don't want to be stuffed into the machine and grind into meat, pour it into the coat and become a ***, then don't question my decision. You'd better keep this in mind."

As he said that, he took back the dagger at a speed that no one could see clearly. At the same time, he locked Barbara who was standing in the crowd with a very sharp gaze and said, "This young man can do whatever he wants tonight. But I have to remind you - get some hot water to clean your pussy. If the young man has a slight smell on his body tomorrow, then the person who stuffs him into the *** will become you."

"As for you-"

The tavern owner looked around and looked at the other people next to him with a fearful expression. He said in an indifferent voice: "The old rule is five kilograms per person, except Barbara, and the liver belongs to Little Noel. We have fresh bones to make soup for drinking in the next week starting tomorrow."

Everyone in the bar cheered, the cold atmosphere was quickly driven away, and the expressions on people's faces returned to their original wildness and enthusiasm.

Barbara piled Liu Yuchen, who was carrying it on her shoulders, and said sadly: "Boss, it's already spring now, and there is not so much water available. The daily ration is just enough for me to drink, as for cleaning..."

"Then you let him out and don't touch this kid's body."

Hort poured out a little wine into the cup, and reluctantly put the empty bottle back into the secret behind the counter. Just like the most cultivating philosopher of the old era, he said lightly: "If you want to get it, you must give. Everyone here is the same, Theodore is like this, and you are no exception."

As he said that, he turned his head and focused his admiring eyes on Liu Yuchen who was sleeping in a drowsy manner, looking at this rare prey for a long time.

Suddenly, the bar owner's eyebrows were frowned involuntarily - the shiny silver light that was half-disappeared on Liu Yuchen's chest attracted his attention.

Traveling through the wilderness for days has left Liu Yuchen covered in mud. Even the silver lancet logo on his chest is covered with a ball of yellow and black mud. The body continuously collides and moves, making the dry and hard mud loose, cracked, and fell, and exposed the beautiful brooch that only the deacons of the doctors and associations are qualified to wear.

Barbara, who looked depressed, was grabbing the sharp knife placed on the wine cabinet next to her and lifting Liu Yuchen's pants hard.

In Reed Town, taking a bath is a very luxurious thing. Barbara may not get enough water to clean herself in her life. Although she really wants to hug this handsome man and make herself feel good, she definitely does not dare to disobey the orders of the tavern owner.

"stop-"

Hot quickly threw out a cup containing brandy and hit Barbara's wrist accurately. With the crisp sound of glass, he had already roared and rushed over, hitting Barbara's shoulder with a punch, hitting her huge body, which weighed more than 200 kilograms like a mountain of meat, and then slammed her backwards for more than five meters away.

He grabbed the brooch on his clothes, and looked at the light for several minutes. The expression on Hort's face changed rapidly. Surprised, awe, ruthless, fear...

"Boss, why are you..." Little Noel, who was standing next to him, walked up and asked carefully.

The tavern owner weighed the lancet brooch in his hand and did not answer. He had already recognized the origin of the brooch - the people in the white building in the northwest who looked like a giant eggshell were wearing the same thing. However, the one in his hand was more well-crafted and the texture was far beyond those of ordinary copper and iron products.

His eyelids kept twitching, and his extraordinary knowledge immediately reminded him of something else. The United Doctors Association... That is a huge force that makes people feel numb if you think about it. That's right, for these ordinary people in the tavern who have no superpowers at all, I can do my best to live and die. But in front of those guys who really have evolutionary strength, I am a bunch of scumbags that are too small to be even smaller.

"We, we are likely to get into a big trouble..."

The tavern owner squeezed the silver brooch in his hand tightly. He suppressed his heart that was beating wildly, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned around and roared at the crowd next to him: "Theodore, go and get a solid rope to tie this guy up. Barbara, move your paws away from this young man. No one is allowed to touch him without my orders. Also, little Noel, go and find Boss Meng Yi immediately and ask him to come here to see how this matter should be solved-"

...

The special structure of the human body determines that it is uncomfortable to feel directly pierced by light in both eyes. Despite the obstruction of eyelids, you can still feel a dark and light hazy color.

Turning sideways, slowly opening his eyes, avoiding the skylight shining through the window, Liu Yuchen also saw clearly the surrounding environment he was in.
Chapter completed!