Chapter 243: Drinking talk

Klester's words are very vicious, but extremely realistic.

The strong can command the weak to do anything. This is power, and it is also the capital they use to prove strength, rule, and enslave.

From the rattan wine basket next to the bread, Lin Xiang took out a bottle of old wine. He tugged off the bottle's trademark expressionlessly, pulled out the cork at the mouth of the bottle, and filled all four cups that had been placed in him. His right hand seemed to have lost control, and the wine bottle held in his palm stood firmly on the table. Only half of the liquid was poured, and under the action of strong inertia, he swayed left and right in a narrow space.

A hint of unconcealable sadness flashed on the surface of pure black eyes. Lin Xiang numbly picked up his cup, trembling hands, and slowly raised it to his lips. From just now, just a few minutes passed, the appearance he gave people has become much older and weaker.

"Come on! This is yours-"

The feeling of drinking a full glass of strong wine is full of joy. The alcohol that surges from the stomach sucks stimulates the esophagus and muscles, while it moves up quickly with the blood, soaking every nerve that slides by itself. Let them first taste the hot and hot energy and look for strong excitement and stimulation.

Lin Xiang leaned his neck and poured a lot of wine, stood up, and put the goblet filled with wine back in front of Wang Biao and others. He seemed to be drunk, and his staggering steps barely supported his body, holding the edge of the chair, slowly crawling back to his original seat with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"This wine is very good, you should drink more—"

Klester enthusiastically used a dining knife to cut open the roast lamb legs on the plate, cut off a piece of meat that was still radiating heat and strong fragrance, stuffed it into his mouth, and while chewing, he picked up the cup at hand, and took a big sip with indescribable comfort.

"I can only drink so much. So do they. If you drink it, we will get drunk."

Lin Xiang stared at him coldly, raised his left hand and pointed at Wang Biao and others sitting opposite him. Due to the stimulation of alcohol, his eyes looked very big, and it was covered with blood-red blood vessels as thin as hair.

"Your Excellency, if you need someone to try the wine, I can arrange it for you now. Sorry, my physique is more sensitive to wine. Please allow me to withdraw in advance. Thank you-"

Blanche spoke at the right time, and her confused eyes were obviously slightly drunk, but she barely maintained the essential etiquette.

Stewart put down the knife and fork in his hand, grabbed the napkin next to him, wiped the oil mixed with his fingertips, turned sideways, glanced back and forth on several people with his eyes, and asked slowly: "No one wants to drink anymore? Or...there are only you two?"

Lin Xiang looked at Blanche standing opposite the table with gratitude, and focused his attention on Klester sitting in the first place. He said in pain and indignation: "Your Excellency, I have done everything you need to do. Now, I ask to leave."

These words did not work for everyone. After hesitating for a moment, Wang Biao and Yang Hua, who had been using their eyes to communicate, looked at each other, grabbed a bottle of wine, pulled out the bottle plug, first filled their cups, and smiled flatteringly to the hands of Stewart and Murphy, sitting next to each other with a respectful look.

Klester looked at this scene calmly. In fact, his fear of liquor or bread is much stronger than bullets or swords. This is just a metaphor, just like the saying in the old China that had been circulating for thousands of years: "Open guns are easy to avoid, but hidden arrows are hard to defend." Accepting Yinyue City, you may encounter countless opponents that make you trouble. You may also return to the attacks of President Castle and the Skeleton Knights. As for now... you must also find the target you need at this banquet that has been provoked anger.

"Claws" are a killer group with huge strength and tentacles can extend to any corner of the world. Even Klester couldn't say how many people he had killed? The struggle of cells before death, the pain of bullets piercing through muscle tissue, the tank tracks ran over the legs, leaving two paths stained with bright red flesh... If it weren't for being left behind by his companions, there happened to be a stream next to him. Klester would never have dragged his leg out of the terrible heavy radiation area, and it was even more impossible for him to have genetic mutations, from an ordinary mercenary with only level three strengthening, he became a parasite with strong strength and seven stars.

Water can quench thirst, but it cannot provide enough calories to provide the body with nutritional supplements and energy conversion. Within two weeks when the body has not mutated, Klester's only food source is two quilt bullets that are covered with holes, lying on the ground, and their bodies are crumpled into strange shapes.

One is the opponent who was shot dead in this operation.

Another one is a young man who has just joined the "Claw Claw" for less than half a year. Klester remembers that this young man is a little shy and handsome. During that time, he tried his best to take on tasks. It is said that it is to make his family live a better life... This kind of thing is not uncommon in the wasteland world. No matter what kind of experiences everyone has had, since they chose to join the "Claw Claw", they exist for money.

When he was half-starved, everything he ate was delicious. Klester used a machete to cut off one of the young man's thighs, added salt, and roasted them on the fire. He had no so-called psychological burden, and it was not good to eat people, but he had no second choice at all. Moreover, the human meat in the roasted shop was actually not much different from beef.

After a few days, the body has become very ugly. The surface of the stiff body cannot see the shiny skin that should have, but it seems like a mechanism made of some substance. The eyes are swollen, the white surface of the eyes is covered with a layer of gray spots, and the black eyeballs are as turbid as an internal debris. The entire eyeball feels like glass beads - smooth and hard, but dry, without any liquid moisturization, and there is no elasticity.

They were rotting, but they could still eat it. Klester cut off all the meat from the body with a knife like crazy, spread it flat in the sun, and made light brown jerky... It was based on these things that made people tremble and vomit when they recalled that they could sit here and enjoy delicious wine and barbecue.

"Since you don't want to drink, sit down and eat something casually. Sit next to me-"

Kleist picked up the cup and poured a big sip of wine. The alcohol stimulated the numbness of his tongue, making his voice sound louder than usual. He reached out and took out a piece of cornbread from the woven basket next to him, tore off a little, dipped it in the meat sauce on the plate, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, and said lightly: "Of course, you have the right to refuse or accept it. But I also have to remind you - if you leave this room now, you will never come back-"

"Clang—"

Yang Hua slid his hand, and the brandy bottle holding in his palm suddenly fell down. He quickly reacted and quickly grabbed the slender bottleneck. The bottle body that had lost its balance had already collided with the cup in front of Murphy, and a crisp and harsh sound broke out.

"Sorry! Sorry! Please don't mind—"

Yang Hua quickly picked up the cup and looked carefully. After confirming that there were no cracks on the surface of the glass, he nodded and waved carefully back to the original place. Under Murphy's slightly calming eyes, he filled his glass with fear.

The situation on Wang Biao is similar. Stewart seems to like the way of eating with someone to serve. He kept issuing orders after order to the muscular man bent down and standing behind him. The sound was very small, only enough for the two of them to hear it. Wang Biao nodded repeatedly, slicing wine, cutting meat, and seasoning bottles... Even if it was something close to him, Stewart was too lazy to reach out, but simply relied on moving his mouth to squeeze out time from the gap between chewing and swallowing, and continued to issue new orders.

As for Blanche... she sat on a slightly remote chair, took out a cigarette and lighter from her handbag, and washed silently. Soon, a layer of hazy mist was shrouded in her entire body.

Lin Xiang saw all this in his eyes. He raised his head and blew a long sigh at the undecorated snow-white ceiling. While his head slowly fell, the grief and anger in his eyes were completely gone. Instead, he was decadent and silent, empty, and lonely eyes.

A new chair was placed next to the first table. Klester reached out and pointed to the side, indicating that Stewart would give up enough space. The latter nodded understandingly, picked up the plate and goblet, and sat in the chair farther away. The moment Junlinxiang walked by, Lin Xiang saw that the stew and bread on his plate had been eaten, and the remaining wine in the cup was barely enough to cover the sunken bottom of the cup. Seeing this, Wang Biao, who was waiting next to him, quickly picked up the wine bottle and poured the empty cup, rolled up his sleeves high, tore open the back skin of the golden roasted whole sheep on the center of the table, cut off a large piece of tender and juicy sheep ridge with a knife, and flipped into the center of Stewart's plate with a pleasing smile.

"I like you, you're a smart guy."

Even Klester was jealous of the delicious ridge. He pointed Lin Xiang's arm with a dining knife, thrust at the roasted lamb not far away, and said, "Go, get me a piece. When you come back, I will continue the topic just now."

The lamb was obviously very attractive to Klester. He ate it with relish and praised it. Because of this dish, the wine in the cup was quickly emptied. Whenever this happened, Klester would always stretch out his thick and short fingers, pointing to Lin Xiang first, and then to the cup.

"You are very smart. You don't choose to resist uselessly, but hand over the entire city to my hands. You should understand that "loyalty" is not something that can be done by talking. It takes time to test it. However, I am very satisfied with everything you do at the moment. You are not like some fools who insist on keeping their interests and not relaxing. You know that your power cannot be violated, but you insist on claiming damn justice. If you don't fear power, you will destroy the entire city by yourself and kill all of them before the city is broken.

Commoners. They are all selfish ghosts, scum and liars who should be thrown into pigpens and taken turns by sows. They are unwilling to give up their power at all and can only drag countless civilians to hell with themselves. Compared with the two, you are much better than them. Yes, Bergson did say bad things about you in front of me, describe you as useless and cunning. Hahaha! But in my opinion, even if he hated you so much, he must have suffered a great loss in your hands."

"At that time, I urgently needed food. Bergson seized an official from Sosbia who sold supplies to me privately without orders. Because of this, I brought people to wash away the Galgassoni Castle. It is no exaggeration to say that even if there is only one person left in the Luton family, they will try their best to cut off my head."

Lin Xiang did not intend to have a big fight on this matter. The conflicts and disputes between Yinyue City and Sosbia were not a secret. If Bergson did not take this opportunity to say something in front of Klester, he would feel that he should be more careful and vigilant.

Because, that means Bergson has a better way to deal with himself than Klester. No matter what it is, Lin Xiang will be a little worried - Klester is already the most powerful nine-star parasite. If Bergson really brings out a powerful god...what should he do if he changes it at that time?

"Young man, I need you-"

Klester squirted a strong smell of alcohol, turned sideways from the chair, looking at Lin Xiang, who had just been awakened from his contemplation with satisfaction, and said, "You know very well when you should give up your own interests. Everyone can be a coward, but how can you become an excellent coward? Let yourself get a lot of money while ensuring that you can escape and survive. This is not just by virtue of courage. This requires a mind with strong computing and judgment ability, hahahaha! Just like you-"

Lin Xiang smiled faintly and didn't say anything. While looking directly at Klester, Yu Guang turned around on Yang Hua and Murphy. The burly "Devil Claw" guard captain still had a fierce look like a man-cannibal, but he did not lose a few pretentious violent acts. He began to shift his interest to the fresh barbecue collected from the table without getting tired of it.

As for Stewart, he was indeed very alert, and his eyes and attention had never left Lin Xiang's figure. This performance of his extremely loyalty and cautiousness to the master did receive great praise from Klester. However, neither of them noticed it - in those dead corners that could not be seen by his eyes, those dark places covered by meal plates and cups, Wang Biao and Yang Hua were taking out a few small white pills from their pockets from time to time, pinching them together with bread, without any flaws, and putting them in their mouths with a smile and chewing them slowly.

Blanche also sat down from a distance. It was very surprising that she did not choose Yang Hua and Murphy. Instead, she stretched out her slender thighs, hooked the chair closest to Stewart with her instep, sat sideways without hesitation, used a knife and fork to casually pluck some beef pieces on the plate, and then picked up a bottle of rum. Her gray eyes kept staring at Stewart, and her slender fingers in her left hand flexibly grabbed two empty glasses, placed them flat on the table, filling them one by one.

"Do you dare to drink it? It's poisonous-"

Seeing this, Wang Biao, who was sitting on the side, quickly stood up and pulled her sleeves, and in a nervous and rapid voice, but just so happened to be heard by Stewart, "Don't, don't do this. They are much better than us. We... we can't change, we can only accept it."

“Even if you want to accept it, there must be a limit—”

Blanche broke free from her clothes without looking back, and picked up a glass of wine from the table, carrying the unique elegance of women and the heroic man, drinking all the liquid in the cup in one gulp. She stretched out her pink tongue, licked her lips with unsatisfactoryness, and then reached out to grab another glass. She just raised it to her mouth, as if she remembered something, and slowly placed the glass on her knees, staring at Stewart, who was staring at her right hand, raised her right hand to build neatly, obviously the tip of her little fingers brushed by oil paint, gently tapping on the opposite side, and said with contempt: "Seven Stars? Hahahaha! Only this skill is still seven Stars. I really don't understand why you are afraid of me? You don't even dare to drink wine... Hahahaha!"

Stewart stared at Blanche coldly, holding every detail of her eyes in his eyes. His eyes were always focused on her slender and smooth legs, which were outlined with seductive lines in black stockings.

There is no problem with wine and food, he has confirmed that in this regard, even President Christ or Castle must use his words as the standard of action.

Stewart was very cautious, the combination of stereotypical face and precision brain made him look more like a machine than a real human.

Blanche is not pretty, really.

When heaven created humans, three production lines were likely to be opened. One was exclusively for beautiful and handsome men, who were born to be the focus of everyone's attention and were surrounded by praise and singing. The second one specialized in producing defective products: those with missing feet, those with broken hands, those with blind eyes, crooked necks, slanted lips and teeth. Perhaps because of the shortage of materials at that time, the woman who came down from this line either had only one breast, and the size of the man's genitals was a bit atrophy. As for the last assembly line... it belongs to the public type. The most numerous, between the edge of beauty and ugliness. It is neither eye-catching nor annoying.
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