Cold weapons are a man's romance

Roman felt a splitting headache.

He got up from the sofa in the booth in a daze, his ears were filled with loud music and indistinct singing and screaming of men and women.The sound seemed to be no different from what he had heard when he first walked into the bar.Great, it's proof that he's staying put and not running out drunk and ending up getting himself lost.

He seems to be broken.The last memory is that he clinks glasses with Humphrey. The cups used by the strong man shopkeepers are a full circle larger than others, and Roman has no choice but to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.And after that?What happened after that?

Roman suddenly felt chilly all over.He looked down at himself and found that he was only wearing a pair of underwear.For a moment, two completely different emotions of fear and joy were intertwined in my heart at the same time.What was frightening was that he didn't know how his clothes disappeared, did he take them off himself, or was it taken off by someone?Either way, it's scary!Fortunately, he was still wearing a pair of underpants without taking off all his clothes. This proves that he still kept the bottom line and did not commit any irreparable mistakes because of alcohol, thank God!

He found his clothes under the sofa.Humphrey is dancing on the dance floor in the distance.The word is not ironic.The veteran has a figure like a towering tower, but his dancing posture is extremely light, like a flying bear.

Roman has no interest in Humphrey's dancing skills, he just wants to escape from this world of demons as soon as possible.He hurriedly put on his clothes and stumbled towards the door.His head hurt every step he took, as if someone from the air was hitting him on the back of the head with a sledgehammer.He felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important, and if he thought hard for a while, he would be able to recall a general idea, but his headache was so painful that he couldn't carry out such complicated consciousness activities, so he had to give up.

The cool air outside the bar woke him up a little, and he took a deep breath, then leaned against the wall and vomited.

He didn't know what he ate at night. Did Humphrey fool him into eating some messy food during the period when he was disconnected?Even if there is, he doesn't want to know.He vomited out the contents of his stomach, trying to steady his shaking body and prevent himself from falling headlong into his own vomit.As an athlete in these years, he has worked hard to maintain a healthy living habit, and he has never tasted alcohol, so he never thought that his drinking capacity and wine quality would be so bad.It was a new and unpleasant experience.

Should find a car to go home.Roman endured a headache and thought hard.His car was parked near Humphrey's shop, not far from here, but his blood alcohol level made him unfit to drive.His cell phone was out of battery, so he couldn't hail a cab, so he had to flag down a taxi.But other drunks who were out of the misery one step earlier than him got there first.Roman could only stand there blankly and watch the taxi drive away.

Sniffing, he staggered across the road to the opposite side of the street, hoping to find an opportunity to stop a car in a less-traffic area.It was dark, and he was the only one stumbling along the street alone.When a person walks alone at night, he is always suspicious—is there someone following me from behind?In such a deep night, no one came to rescue him even if he was beaten with a sap.Roman looked back several times to make sure he was safe.His vision was blurry, and he couldn't see even a stalker stuck behind him.But the years of training he has received have given him a keen intuition. Even if the eyes are invisible, the body can detect danger, just like a beast can smell the crisis in the air.

- Someone is following him.

Roman didn't dare to take it lightly, and quickened his pace, trying to get rid of the person behind him, but the aura behind him quickened his speed, keeping a close distance from him.

Maybe it's just someone who happened to be on the same road?Roman thought.There are so many customers in the bar, maybe some people are worrying about not being able to get a car.

He stopped suddenly, pretending to throw up.If the person behind was really an ordinary passer-by, he would definitely avoid him and pass him quickly.That way he is safe.

But the man also stopped.

Roman was not suspicious.He was literally being stalked.

This street is not wide, it can only accommodate two cars in parallel, and there are no houses around, even if Roman calls for help, it may not be able to call for help for a while.The best way to meet each other in this kind of place is to face the danger head on.It is better to face the enemy head-on than to show your back to the enemy.

"Who?" Roman turned to face the stalker.

"It's really you."

The stalker was wearing a black hoodie, a silver light flashed in the sleeve, and he showed a cold knife, pointing at Roman.

***

The security guard at the "Mermaid Jump" bar checked his watch.There was a long line of men and women waiting in front of him to get into the bar, complaining under their breath that they had been waiting too long.Every 15 minutes, security will let a wave of people in to prevent the bar from being overcrowded.This interval is short enough, you know, some bars are only willing to let people go every half an hour!The waiting queue is still not satisfied.Several people tried to bribe the security guards, but they were all severely and mercilessly rejected by the honest security guards.It is indeed fun to covet small gains for a while, but it is hard to laugh when you lose your job.

The last time people were released was 10 minutes ago. Waiting for another 5 minutes will shorten the team by a large margin.

A silver-haired man made his way from the end of the line, apologizing to those whose feet he stepped on.The figure of him struggling in the sea of ​​people reminded the security guard of a fisherman at sea fighting against the waves.Appreciating his courage, the security guard politely stopped him instead of throwing him out of line.

"Sorry sir, please go to the queue like everyone else."

The people behind joined in one after another, cursing angrily at the stopper.The man lifted his silver hair, ignored the yelling behind him, and said to the security guard, "I'm going in to find someone. My friend is drunk, so I have to get him out."

"Then you'd better find a way to let him come out by himself." The security guard was stern and impartial.

"Please, please be accommodating." The man grabbed the security guard's hand and shook it vigorously. At the same time, he quietly stuffed a banknote into the security guard's hand. Definitely a lot of hands-on work.

But the security guard is not an ordinary person. He has seen many people who try to use money to break the rules, so he has already developed extraordinary rejection skills.He slid the bill back with equal delicacy, and said, "Still not good. If you don't want to be last in line, don't blame me for throwing you in."

The long dragon at the door echoed loudly again, and several people made indecent gestures at the silver-haired man, ordering him to get away.The man looked like he wanted to snap off the middle fingers of those people, but he held back.Aside from his fondness for jumping in line, he's a self-restraining good townsman.thought the security guard.

"I'm really in a hurry."

"I've heard this excuse too much, you'd better get a fresh one."

At this time, the manager on duty who heard the commotion came out, leaned on the door frame, and nodded to the silver-haired man: "Oh, isn't this Caesar of the Sword? Why are you so happy to visit our shop?"

"I can't even get in the door of your store, so what's the point of 'coming here'?" the silver-haired man said displeased.

"You said you would come, I will definitely meet you at the door." The manager turned to the security guard, "Let this gentleman come in."

"...Again? This is already the second one today!"

"Ah, it's a good day for regular customers, isn't it?"

The security guard twisted his mouth and waved his hand to let him go.The team was in a commotion again.The security guard had to yell a few words before suppressing their objections.He thinks he has a good memory, but he can remember the outline of all the frequent guests, but he has never seen this silver-haired man. (Even if he only came once, the security guard can still remember it, his face is enough to be unforgettable.)

The black-haired guest from before looked familiar. He often came to get drunk with another strong man friend, and often entered the door vertically and exited horizontally.I don't know what the relationship between the silver-haired man and the manager is.Looking at his delicate little face, and looking at the handsome manager, it may be an ulterior py relationship.The security guard couldn't help thinking darkly.

Cesar, who was speculated in the dark, walked shoulder to shoulder with the manager into the bar. The smell of alcohol and the deafening music made him frown, as if an archangel had entered Sodom, the capital of sin.

"Oh, my comrades-in-arms, we haven't seen each other since the last 'Battle of Agincourt'!" The "Mayor" of Sodom wrapped his arms around Cesar's neck affectionately, as if to go He sprayed dirty gas on his face to corrode his handsome face, "Why are you in the mood to drink today? May I treat you to the first drink?"

"Enough Luke. I didn't come to have fun. Where's Humphrey?"

"Why are you all looking for Humphrey? He has suddenly become very popular!"

"Who else is looking for him?" Cesar became alert.

Luke suddenly laughed and changed the subject abruptly: "It's nothing, it's a friend who often plays war games with us. Humphrey is dancing over there. Go."

He was about to pat Cesar's ass to take advantage of the opportunity, but before he could stretch out his hand, Cesar grabbed his wrist.The silver-haired man responded with an aggressive smile, and Luke could only retract his salty hands lazily.

Cesar jumped into the dance floor where the demons danced wildly, like a swimmer fighting against the mighty power of nature in a stormy sea, struggling to swim to the brother and noble mermaid who only wore a pair of underwear.He finally reached Humphrey's side, but the strong man danced so ecstatically that he almost dragged him to sing and dance together.Cesar dragged him off the dance floor, grabbed his ear and yelled, "Where's Roman?"

"Who?" Humphrey hiccupped.

"Damn, I knew you were unreliable!"

Cesar left him and searched around the bar by himself, even went to the toilet, but Roman was nowhere to be seen.No one answered his phone calls.Cesar was so annoyed that he wanted to pluck his silver hair.What if Roman got drunk and was taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives?He is so cute, everyone in the world must want to take advantage of him!

Luke swayed behind Cesar, and asked with a smile, "Do you need my help?"

"Do you have missing person broadcasts in your store, similar to 'Adam Alert'?"

Luke looked at him seriously: "Yes, call 999."

"My friend disappeared from your shop!"

"If by 'friend' you mean the handsome little guy who came with Humphrey, he's gone."

"When did this happen?"

"Not long ago, I didn't care about the specific time."

"Why didn't you stop him?"

Luke's face contorted. "We are a serious bar here, and we can't do things like 'forcibly pulling customers away'."

Cesar pushed him away and ran for the door.Luke shouted behind him: "Comrades! Will you participate in the next historical restoration battle? We plan to engage in 'Alan defends the lonely city alone' or 'Dungal Prison Escape'!"

After Cesar disappeared without looking back, he clicked his tongue, "Why is everyone looking for him? Everyone became so sought after overnight!"

Cesar pushed open the door of the bar, and the security guards were busy letting in a new wave of people.He pushed hard against the direction of the crowd and asked the security guard, "Excuse me, have you seen a young Asian man who is about this tall and looks like this?" He took out his mobile phone and showed the security guard the lock screen wallpaper ——The photo taken with Roman in front of the museum.

The security guard lifted him and put him aside, telling him not to block everyone's way.

"Yes, he vomited all over the place in front of our store." The security guard pointed to a puddle of vomit not far away.

"Did he go by car?"

"No, I went over there."

Cesar stood on tiptoe and observed the puddle of mysterious liquid: "It's fresh, it seems that he hasn't gone far!"

"...Fuck, I'm going to throw up too!"

Cesar crosses the road and runs down the street calling Roman's name.The streets in the night are deserted, and the dimly lit and bustling bars in the distance seem to be another world.A passerby in a black hoodie accidentally bumped into Cesar as he passed by, but didn't even say a word of apology, and hurried away with his head down.Cesar didn't bother to care about such trivial matters. He was not the kind of gangster who idled around the street and was bumped into every day.He has more important things to do.

There was a muffled sound from the deep alley not far away, it sounded like a person fell hard, or a bag of potatoes fell from the sky and hit the ground hard.Cesar followed the sound and saw Roman, whom he was thinking of, was paralyzed on the ground, his face was as pale as moonlight, and his black hair was messy like thorns.A young man in black with black hair and a blue-gray stubble squatted in front of him, looking at his face leisurely.He carried a sword on his shoulder, wrapped in a red cloth, only the weight ball at the end was exposed.Cesar remembered the shape of the weight ball, and it was that one that Roman had chosen when he ordered the longsword in Humphrey's shop.

If he was not mistaken, it was Roman's sword. Roman went to Humphrey today to take his treasure.

Cesar's mind buzzed.

"Ty...Edward Blackson!"

Why is he here?Didn't he go to the army?Hadn't he sworn never to have anything to do with anyone in the circle again?What did he do to Roman? !

Edward Blackson hated Cesar, hated them all, hated everything that had to do with fighting in the world.What else could such a person do to Roman?

Cesare stepped forward and punched Edward in the face.The latter raised his palm to catch the punch firmly, and threw him out with the help of Cesar's momentum of sprinting.Cesar had expected this move a long time ago. When he hit the ground, he dexterously rolled to remove the impact and quickly got up.

"Stay away from him!" he roared ferociously.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still so impulsive." Edward said hoarsely.He raised the corner of his mouth and rubbed his sore wrist, "Still so childish."

Roman, who was lying on the ground, heard the movement of the two of them, groaned a few times, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Cesar...is that you?"

"Are you okay?" Cesar was so concerned that even his voice trembled.

"It's nothing, just a little dizzy after drinking too much..." Roman said weakly, "You misunderstood him, he didn't attack me...he saved me."