Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 265: Mixing Drinks (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Mixing Drinks (Please Subscribe)

"Life is so beautiful, why seek death?"

Zhong Shenxiu turned around and grasped a pen holder on the mahogany desk.

The gunmen behind him were shocked!

It wasn’t that they were careless, but they simply couldn’t believe that Li Wei Mojito, who had always been timid, would kill someone!

They had seen this bartender a few times and knew he was an honest and steady man with a family to take care of.

Such a person often meant they were too scared to get involved in trouble.

Moreover, in their eyes, today’s Li Wei was there to explain and beg for forgiveness and had been checked to confirm he wasn’t carrying weapons.

That’s why they had let him in without much restriction.

To tell the truth, although the Old Sea Dog appeared old, with his experience of having gone to sea and killed men, he could probably take down three or four of the former Li Weis in a real fight.

But never could they have anticipated that the former Li Wei was gone forever, leaving behind not a little white rabbit, but a raging T-Rex!

"You motherfucker..."

After the shock, the two gunmen immediately reached for their guns instinctively.

Swoosh!

At that moment, Zhong Shenxiu also threw one of the pens from the pen holder.

It zipped through the air like a black line, its golden tip piercing the wrist of one gunman.

The man screamed, and his revolver fell to the ground.

Bang!

Another gunman had fired, striking the sofa behind Zhong Shenxiu, causing cotton to fly everywhere.

As Zhong Shenxiu rolled on the ground, he threw another pen, and the other gunman screamed and fell.

Now, the only person left in the room was the Great Han who had initially led him in, staring blankly at everything happening.

Zhong Shenxiu flipped to his feet, making a taunting gesture.

The Great Han moved his shoulders, lifted his suspenders, and assumed a boxing stance.

It seemed as if he wanted a bare-knuckle brawl.

Zhong Shenxiu put on a serious face.

The next moment, with a light flick of his foot, a revolver came into his hand, and his index finger lightly moved.

Bang!

The Great Han’s head exploded with a large hole, and his body fell.

If the corpse could speak, it would surely curse Zhong Shenxiu for his lack of martial integrity.

"Why use fists when a gun can settle matters?"

Zhong Shenxiu blew on the gun barrel, then fired two more rounds at the two gunmen writhing on the ground, and walked out of the Old Sea Dog’s office.

As he stepped onto the red-carpeted corridor, his hair stood on end as he sensed danger and, without a second thought, dove to the side.

Bang!

Where he had just been standing, the wall behind suddenly had a new bullet hole.

But since the opponent had failed in their surprise attack, Zhong Shenxiu would not give them another chance to act, raising his hand and pulling the trigger as he rolled.

Crack!

A wooden door splintered violently, and a body fell behind it.

Even without regaining his Daoist Skill, combining his Spiritual Sense with abilities beyond a mortal’s had already made him a match for some ace hitmen.

Among the average people of this world, he practically had no rivals.

"A bar owner can employ only so many gunmen to protect themselves, and some bodyguards, mostly for dealing with drunken Great Hans..."

Zhong Shenxiu had killed those few people and had undeterred behavior in the second basement level.

He casually kicked open a room to find a wine cellar, densely packed bottles arranged on wooden racks, exuding an enticing hue.

"Not bad, the collection is quite rich, and they seem to be the real deal."

Seeing these rare wines, Li Wei’s memory emerged, and Zhong Shenxiu almost wanted to mix a cocktail for himself on the spot to drink, but then thought it might seem a bit perverse, so he refrained.

After surveying the second basement level, he finally returned to the Old Sea Dog’s office, a search later, and he found many good things.

Zhong Shenxiu picked up a black submachine gun hidden in a cabinet, noticed it was 90 cm long, weighed about 10 pounds, with a 50-round magazine, powerful, and immediately reined in some thoughts.

’The ordinary people in this world aren’t easy to deal with either, if those two gunmen earlier had been firing with this typewriter, no matter how I dodged it would’ve been useless, I might’ve hit the deck, definitely can’t be reckless... Luckily, there were no bodyguards using a typewriter for protection.’

He fumbled around for a bit, loaded the typewriter, and headed to the bar on the first floor.

The rowdy drunkards gathered together, seemingly completely unaware of the gunfight downstairs.

Snap!

Zhong Shenxiu raised his hand and shattered a bottle, sending glass shards flying, with a malicious smile on his face, "Sorry, we’re closed for the day, I’ll treat you all to the drinks, you can go now."

As soon as his words fell, a bunch of people ran out as if they were crazy.

Even the bartenders and waitresses did the same.

They were just ordinary people drawing a paycheck, not willing to risk their lives for the Old Sea Dog against a felon.

This brutal act nearly made them think they’d returned to last year, when prohibition had just been implemented, and the gangs that plagued Byron City would fiercely turf battle each other several times over the market.

Zhong Shenxiu approached the bar, casually swept the broken glass with the gun’s barrel, "Come out!"

From under the bar, a young man wearing a white shirt and black vest with his hands over his head, trembling, shuffled out from under the bar, "Don’t shoot, buddy... take whatever you want."

"Your name?"

"Smith, my name is Smith!" the young bartender quickly replied.

"Can you mix drinks?"

Zhong Shenxiu glanced at the bar, noticing they still had some cocktail tools left, from stainless steel shakers to juicers, strainers, jiggers, as well as knives, cutting boards, and a mortar for grinding mint, it was all fairly complete.

"No!" Smith shrank his head.

"What use are you to me?"

Zhong Shenxiu dissatisfiedly moved the gun barrel, and Smith nearly pissed himself...

"You’ve been demoted, if you still work here in the future, you can only be a server, now, go downstairs to the wine cellar and bring me a bottle of gin or absinthe, and don’t try to pass off homebrew, I want Old Sea Dog’s private collection!"

He sent Smith downstairs to fetch the wine, while he began washing his hands, contemplating things.

’To fulfill my obsession with earning big money, the fastest method is naturally to rob, but as quick as this method is, it has a big backlash, and it might cross paths with some mysterious forces...’

’With this world’s mystical aspects, it’s safer to slowly explore... Therefore, I have to choose the second-best way to make money, dealing with contraband, and I can also nurture a group of henchmen and spy on intelligence regarding that mysterious world...’

At the height of a gang’s power, it will inevitably come into contact with the mystical side of this world.

"Sir... Your drink."

At this moment, Smith had already come over holding a bottle.

"Mhm."

Zhong Shenxiu took the bottle, his expression became momentarily serious.

He picked up ice cubes with tongs, added them to a mixing glass, measured the gin, and held the shaker, suddenly turning into a blur.

Smith looked on dumbfounded as Zhong Shenxiu moved fluidly like water, finishing a Martini, finally hanging a string of fresh red currants on the edge of the chilled glass.

"Martini, the king of cocktails!"

Zhong Shenxiu held the glass, took a sip, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face, "From now on, you work for me, I’ll increase your salary by fifty percent."

"But... but... the Notting Hill family..."

"Don’t worry, I’ll personally ’visit’ them."

Zhong Shenxiu displayed a confident smile.

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