Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 699: Bar Disturbance

"So, this is a new companion you met on Frost Star?"

In one of the bars in the Sunrise living area, the lights were dim and several men and women on the dance floor were twisting their waist. Slow songs with soothing tunes played in the speaker. Alan gently shook the glass in his hand with the rhythm of the music. Reese looked at Hubble, who was still wearing armor not far away, and was clearly occupying a corner with an astonishing aura. The Catus were obviously infatuated with the contents of the cup. They opened a crack in their helmets and poured wine into their mouths cup after cup.

"That guy is very powerful. Although I'm not good at fighting, my eyesight isn't bad. If I'm not mistaken, then a big man should have a Level 20, right?" Reese said with an envious expression, "Why are you so lucky to be able to dig out such a fierce person with just a single dig?"

"It's not a random dig. It's a fight." Alan said half-jokingly.

On the other side, Hubble drank happily. He took a few seats by himself, and some people couldn't look at him. He wanted to negotiate, but when he saw the beheading knife that Hubble had placed beside him, he pulled back his neck and retreated. If that saber was used to slash people, it would definitely slash them to pieces. As a result, there seemed to be a forbidden area around Hubble, and no one dared to approach it. Alan was thinking that he should get this big fellow back, in case he was too conspicuous and attracted the attention of others. Christian walked over to Hubble. Hubble suddenly stopped and shot a sharp light from his helmet.

"What are you looking at, big man? How dull it is to drink alone. Do you want to join us?" Christine asked the bartender to bring a bottle of brandy and waved it in front of the Catus.

Hubble tilted his head and said, "I'm not big. I'm Hubble."

"Alright, Hubble, I'll treat you to a drink."

"How can one cup be enough? I want a bottle!" Hubble patted the bar, and the metal bracket under the oak table immediately let out a painful groan.

Christine pushed the bottle of wine in her hand towards Hubble without any hesitation. The Catus did not hesitate to unplug the cork and pour it into their mouths. Half a bottle fell down and he hiccupped. "Interesting," he said with a shake of his head. "Why am I so dizzy?"

"That's because you're drunk." Christine picked up a glass of ale and took a sip. Her face turned red.

"What do you mean drunk?"

"It means drunk."

Alan shook his head and withdrew his gaze. "Christine seems to have something on her mind?"

"Women have their own worries. Brother, the difference is that there are more and less. Can you say it or can't you say it?" Reese blinked his eyes and said, "Smart men don't probe women's minds, because that's asking for trouble."

"Bah, trouble is coming." Reese's smile stiffened as he put down his glass and said.

It turned out that a few men who smelled of alcohol walked towards Christine. Two of them separated Hubble from the girl. The Catus were enjoying the taste of drunkenness, but they didn't pay any attention to it. Christine frowned and said, "Get lost."

"Yo, this girl's temper isn't small yet. I like this kind of hot stuff." A young man with blonde hair and blue eyes put his hand on Christine's smooth thigh and said, "It's so slippery. Tell me, girl, how much is it for a night?"

"What are you talking about?" Christine's eyes turned cold as the dagger stuck behind her waist fell into her hands. The dagger turned around and stabbed at the man's hand with a cold light.

That man's skill was not bad either. He retracted his palm like lightning and didn't call Christian Zha Zha. "Don't be shameless, bitch. You commoners are here to earn money. Now you have a chance to earn money. You don't have to go to the battlefield yet. Where can you find such a good business?" He said with a pale expression. "Don't be shameless, bitch. You commoners have come here to earn money. You don't need to go to the battlefield yet."

Christine was about to take action with the dagger in her hand when Reese got in. He smiled and said to the men, "Sorry, sorry, my friend drank too much. He didn't hurt everyone, did he? How about this, can I treat everyone to a few drinks?"

"How many drinks?" The blonde man laughed, "Stop joking, skinny man. Do you know who I am? I really don't know what the military is thinking about letting you dirty flies in. Let me tell you, this isn't just a matter of drinking a few drinks. Let that woman drink with us. Otherwise, I'll make you look good."

Anger flashed through Reese's eyes, but at this moment, everyone in the bar was attracted by this matter. Here, nobles and commoners were easily distinguished. Those who came from noble backgrounds were all dressed beautifully. In comparison, the commoners were dressed more casually. Some of them hadn't even removed their armor, and there were traces of war on them. Seeing the dispute over here, those people from civilian backgrounds chose to keep a low profile. As for those who showed keen interest, it was almost all nobles.

Obviously, if something happened, the other party would definitely respond.

Seeing this situation clearly, even Christine regretted it.

Reese's head spun rapidly, but he couldn't find a better way to escape. Someone interrupted, "Who are you? Is it a noble who shouted and shouted like this? I think your etiquette teacher should be ashamed to death of what you did if he knew."

The golden-haired man's eyes seemed to be about to spit out fire. He looked at the voice and saw a silver-haired man wearing broken armor. He felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen this person before, but he couldn't remember for a moment. With the addition of alcohol, he smiled sinisterly and said, "It's not your turn to ask who this daddy is. If you want to stand out, you have to weigh yourself!"

He shouted, "cripple him. I'll take responsibility for anything!"

Before his companion could move, he heard a roar, "You damn flies!"

Hubble, who was standing beside him, stood up abruptly. With this push, he almost reached the ceiling of the bar. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Hubble picked up the beheading knife that was placed beside him and was about to slash down on the blonde man. The golden-haired man's pupils instantly contracted, and his heart skipped a beat. He didn't dare to move as if he had encountered a natural enemy. However, the saber never fell, because the silver-haired man stretched out his hand and blocked in front of Hubble.

Alan whispered, "Put down the knife and I'll handle it."

"This kind of scum, if you chop him down, then it'll be over. You guys are really troublesome." Hubble complained, but he knew not to be too flashy, even though his image was deeply remembered. He sat back down and continued to drink the wine Christine had given him.

Alan took a step forward and looked at the people around him and said, "I'm Alan Bescord. These two are my friends. Whoever tries to cause trouble for them is going to cause trouble for me. And trouble for me won't end well. Let me treat you all to a drink."

He then looked at the blonde man and said, "What do you say?"

The blonde man was first shocked by Hubble, but now he heard that Alan was from Bescot. He suddenly remembered that the man who was rumored to be very close to Catherine was born in Bescot, and he had a head of striking silver hair. It seemed that the person in front of him was right, and he murmured, "Naturally."

He was indeed a noble, but his family was far from being comparable to a monster like Beth Cord, so he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to provoke Alan.