Great Single Player of the Heavens

　　 There was a cold beep in his mind, and it was not the first time that Lu Qi encountered it.

　　His face did not change at all, but he stopped the action of wiping the wine glass with his hand, and followed his reputation.

　　 is not a cheap suit, a hint of wise eyes and a slightly tired complexion...

　　 The middle-aged man sitting in front of the bar is exactly the same as the spicy man Lu Qi had expected.

　　It is Michael Di Santa, who is known as the "Pseudo-Life Winner" and "The Green Hat King of Los Santos" among GTA5 three people and one dog!

　　 This old man, who doesn’t want to go home at night, always likes to hang out in the bar and spends his sorrows by drinking, points to the wine glass, and then asks:

　　 "Whiskey... Are you Joseph's new bartender?"

　　 picked up a bottle of whiskey and filled the glass before Lu Qi replied:

　　 "Yes, do you want to have one too?"

　　 Hearing these somewhat aggressive words, Michael was not angry. Instead, he raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, saying very grandiosely:

　　 "Wow, jackiechan, don't be so tempered, I just want to have a chat with you..."

　　 shrugged, Lu Qi picked up the towel, wiped the glass again, and said:

　　 "I don't chat with people I don't know, if you want to chat..."

　　 Without having to finish Lu Qi, Michael proactively stretched out his right hand, crossed the bar, and handed it to Lu Qi:

　　 "Mike."

　　 looked at Michael's serious expression, Lu Qi only slightly raised the corners of his mouth, then stretched out his hand instead of shook it.

　　 "Alex."

After 　　 exchanged their names, the two also knew each other.

　　 Two people with different identities and different ages began to chat...

　　 Like the old black man, Michael's focus on Lu Qi is more on his fighting ability.

　　 There is a kind of inexplicable curiosity about the mysterious Eastern Kung Fu, no matter which country people are from. Michael is no exception.

　　 "Tsk tusk, one pick three...BOY, are you really good at playing. Tell me, are you Chinese Kungfu?"

　　 "It is one of the methods of boxing."

　　 "Oh?! Does this style have a name?"

"Wing Chun."

　　 The more we talked, the more Michael seemed to be interested in Lu Qi's story.

　　 "How can someone like you mess around in such a small bar?"

　　 Lu Qi didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

　　 After thinking about it, I had to use a seemingly profound sentence of "for life", and then the question was perfunctory.

　　Mike didn’t delve into it, but took a deep look at Lu Qi, and continued to pour wine into his mouth...

　　 Maybe it was because he drank a little too much and his mind was not so clear; or maybe it was because Lu Qi seemed to be about the same age as his son Jimmy, so Mike opened the conversation without knowing it.

"BOY, you look very young, why not go to university and find yourself a decent job? I know that you Chinese are very sensitive to numbers and hardworking. No matter what you do, it’s better than here. In a drunkard factory full of scum and bastards, it’s much better to waste time..."

　　 Hearing the words, Lu Qi shrugged and put on an indifferent look, "The life of a good boy in college is not suitable for me. I live well alone..."

　　 "Ha, you are still young now, so it's normal to think like this. But when you reach my age, you will regret it, why didn't you listen to me in the first place..."

　　 "But, what can I say? My own life is a mess, and I am not qualified to give life advice to others..."

　　 was talking, Michael began to scold:

　　 "Fuck! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!"

　　 Seeing this, Lu Qi quickly calmed down and said:

　　 "Hey, Michael, take it easy... take it easy..."

　　 After pouring another glass of whiskey, Michael, who was a little less emotional, leaned on the bar with his elbows, and began to mutter to himself:

　　 "Speaking of which, I am quite envious of you, at least if you go home, there won't be those messy things waiting for you..."

　　 Looking at Michael's decadent middle-aged uncle, Lu Qi couldn't help but sympathize with him.

　　 Michael seems to have a good life that envy others, like a winner in life.

　　 However, his family will always be his biggest headache.

　　Son Jimmy is a fat house who stays at home and plays games every day, and plays a plane. His daughter Cui Xi is a rebellious girl who has dreams of celebrities all day, drug-addicts and promiscuity.

　　 Even more exaggerated is his wife, Amanda.

　　 Amanda was a stripper before she married Michael.

　　 Although there is part of the reason for Michael, it is undeniable that this is a woman who likes to mess around before or after marriage.

　　 Putting green hats on her husband everywhere, such behavior, a man can't bear it.

　　 This is why Michael prefers to stay in a noisy and run-down bar than in a luxuriously decorated mansion home...

　　. . .

　　 While drinking and talking, Michael sat in front of the bar and stayed until the bar closed.

　　 After tidying up the tables and chairs of the bar, and throwing all the trash into the trash can at the back door, Lu Qi came to the bar, patted Michael on the shoulder, and said:

　　 "Hey, man, I'm going to close the door and get off work, and it's time for you to go home and sleep."

　　 Mike, who was lying on the bar, drunk a little, threw his hand away, UU reading www.uukanshu.com whispered:

　　 "Go home? I won't return..."

　　Looking at Michael, who was not quite awake, Lu Qi couldn't help but sighed deeply, and pulled Michael's arm to help the middle-aged man who didn't want to go home.

　　 "Let's go, I'll call a taxi for you"

　　 Close the door of the bar, Lu Qi helped Michael to the side of the road, looking around, looking for the taxi.

　　 Under the dimly yellow street light, a yellow taxi was speeding by. It saw the two of them and stopped immediately.

　　 stuffed Michael into the back seat, and Lu Qi did not forget to ask where he lives:

　　 "Michael, where is your home?"

　　 Fortunately, although Michael is a little drunk, he is not drunk enough to forget his home address.

　　 Scratching his hot face, Michael opened his mouth full of alcohol, and said vaguely: "Lagu...Nas Avenue...No. 6..."

　　 Lu Qi just put his ear to his mouth before he heard the specific address.

　　 was very considerate to help the old man fasten his seat belt. Lu Qi took out a twenty-dollar knife and handed it to the driver:

　　 "6 Lagunas Avenue. Help me take him home safely, OK?"

　　 Taking the green bill, the driver made an OK gesture and promised: "No problem!"

　　 rumbling...

　　 Watching the taxi go away, Lu Qi turned around and walked towards the residential area.

　　Walking on the streets of Luoshengdu in the early morning, listening to the sirens coming from a distance, Lu Qi remembered a very important thing.

　　 The city under his feet is a sinful capital with endless crimes.

　　Looking around, looking at the passersby walking down the street hurriedly with their heads down, Lu Qi couldn't help but laugh:

　　 "Los Santos...?"