Mecha: Return of the Pioneers

Chapter 550 Daily life in Nobel Bar!
noisy crowd,
Screaming cheers,

active figure,
The moment he opened the door, He Ming saw a familiar scene.

No matter the time of day, Nobel Bar in the Fortress never seems to lack popularity.

Maybe it's to relieve stress, maybe it's for entertainment, or maybe it's to conduct intelligence transactions and so on against this noisy background.

The moment He Ming stepped into the bar, he felt several lines of sight passing by from various corners of the bar and then disappearing.

Obviously, the owners of these sights recognized He Ming.

Although He Ming has been to the bar very few times, He Ming seems to be able to create something that people talk about every time he comes to the bar.

Therefore, the regular customers of Nobel Bar gradually remembered He's name.

But right now, in the center of the bar, it was bustling with activity.

After He Ming's eyes wandered around, he took steps again and walked towards the bar.

"Oh! Rare visitor!"

The man sitting at the bar immediately showed a warm smile when he saw He Ming sit down. He motioned to the bartender to give He Ming a drink, and then raised the glass in his hand to signal to He Ming.

"Egg Platon."

He Ming thought for a moment and remembered the man's name.

The bartender on the side also served He Ming a glass of wine according to Egg Platon's instructions.

"This is the improved whiskey of the Nobel family. It seems to be a drink originating from a certain planet."

"is it?"

He Ming raised his glass to express his thanks to Egg Platon and took a sip.

The moment you enter your mouth, a pungent feeling surges up into your throat, as if you've swallowed a piece of red-hot charcoal alive.

He Ming's expression changed, and then he took a long breath.

"how?"

Egg Platon smiled and said.

"It feels quite exciting."

After the strong spicy feeling, an inexplicable sense of pleasure followed, dispelling the burning and spicy feeling.

"Well, this is a more welcome glass of wine."

Egg Platon shook his wine glass and pointed to the table of people not far away.

He Ming looked over and found that the table seemed to have deliberately left two empty seats.

Bottles of wine with names in incomprehensible alien characters were placed on the table, even the two empty seats were no exception.

In this noisy environment, the people on both sides of the two empty seats all lowered their heads and muttered something silently. Then they raised their heads in unison, picked up the wine bottle in front of them, opened it, and opened it when their eyes met. , bumped the wine bottles against each other, raised his head and drank.

He Ming's eyes changed, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He could see it.

Those bottles contained the spicy Nobel whiskey that He Ming had just drank.

And these people dared to directly pick up the bottle and drink until the end.

That twisted face,

Those splashing tears,

The flushed face, neck, and ears caused He Ming to look askance at him.

"This is the daily life of a fortress pilot!"

Egg Platon raised his glass and greeted the group of people, and received a gift in return.

The first man to drink a bottle of wine reached out to open the bottle placed next to the empty seat, returned the gift to Egg Platon, and then drank again.

"Is this a farewell?"

He Ming gradually saw some clues.

"That's it!"

Egg Platon nodded slightly, raised his head, drank the wine in the glass, and handed the empty glass to the bartender.

"So, are you here for fun today? Or..."

Egg Platon glanced at the corner of the bar.

"No. Just came to take a look." He Ming shook his head.

Egg Platon obviously didn't believe He Ming's words.

As a member of the Wanshiwuwu, He Ming does not need to spend all day in the Nobel Bar looking for some commissions like ordinary fortress pilots, or even exchange information with his peers to enhance his strength.

"Okay! I just came out from Mr. Zai's place."

Seeing that Egg Platon didn't believe it, He Ming had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and tell the source.

"Lord Zai?"

Egg Platon suddenly understood.

"You heard the news about that bastard from Master Zai, right?"

Egg Platon smiled.

"It just so happens that that bastard had a fight with someone yesterday and should appear here later."

"A fight? A duel of honor?!"

He Ming was stunned for a moment, why did he feel a sense of déjà vu?
"No. That bastard seems to have become more sophisticated recently. He doesn't just use honor duels to fight with others, but uses other methods."

As if he thought of something, the smile on Egg Platon's face suddenly became much more exciting.

This made He Ming a little curious.

"Snapped!"

At this time, the door of the bar was knocked open.

An arrogant figure stepped into the Nobel Bar accompanied by an equally arrogant and unpleasant shout.

"Hey, hey, hey!!! Where is the young boy who I had a fight with, Mr. Rico Emenike, yesterday?! I am here as promised!!"

In an instant, the lively atmosphere in the noisy bar suddenly solidified.

Silence became the main theme of the moment.

Almost the entire bar's eyes fell on Rico Emenike.

Then, bursts of whispering sounds quietly sounded.

"Look! It's that bastard!"

"Oh! There's a good show to watch!"

"I'll give you 100 battle points!"

"Go! It's only 100 points!"

The chaotic sounds gradually dispersed the silence. Rico Emenike, who walked into the bar with steps that he didn't recognize, crossed the crowd and came to the other side of the bar.

And He Ming's eyes fell on the figure following Rico Emenike.

Meticulously combed hair, mustache, crisp clothing, elegant and appropriate manners.

On the surface, this is an old man.

But He Ming could feel that there seemed to be some kind of power hidden in the other person's body.

Inadvertently, the old man following Rico Emenike seemed to notice He Ming's gaze.

He turned around, met He Ming's eyes, and bowed slightly to He Ming from a distance with an elegant and decent etiquette gesture.

"It's not simple! This follower."

Egg Platon obviously also noticed the exchange between He Ming and the old man at this moment.

"Yes, indeed."

Although neither party communicated verbally, He Ming was almost certain of the other party's identity.

Raymond Peso.

Rico Emenike is indeed a guy who is extremely lucky.

Looking around, when the fortress pilots in the entire bar looked at Rico Emenike, they almost all wanted to kill this bastard and replaced them with fierce looks.

When looking at Raymond Pisso, there was a look of regret as he watched a rare treasure being buried.

Very contradictory,
But very interesting.

(End of this chapter)