Chapter 3 The Cuckold of Los Santos

it was not the first time that Lu Qi had encountered an icy reminder sound in his mind.

　　His face didn't change at all, he just stopped wiping the wine glass in his hand and looked at the sound.

　　Not a cheap suit, a wise look from time to time, and a slightly tired face...

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

　　Among the three people and one dog in GTA5, Michael De Santa, who is known as the "Pseudo · Life Winner" and "Los Santos Green Hat King"!

　　This old man who doesn't want to go home at night and always likes to hang out in bars and drink to relieve his worries, pointed to the glass and asked:

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

　　After picking up a bottle of whisky and filling the glass, Lu Qi replied:

　　"Yes, do you want to have a fight too?"

　　Hearing these harsh words, Michael did not get angry, but raised his hands, making a look of surrender, and said very exaggeratedly:

　　"Wow, jackie chan, don't be so angry, I just wanted to chat with you..."

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

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

　　Without Lu Qi finishing speaking, Michael stretched out his right hand, crossed the bar, and handed it to Lu Qi:

　　"Michael."

　　Looking at Michael's serious expression, Lu Qi's mouth was slightly raised, and he reached out and shook it.

　　"Alix."

　　After exchanging names, the two knew each other.

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

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

　　People from any country have an inexplicable curiosity about the mysterious Oriental Kung Fu. Michael is no exception.

　　"Tsk tsk, 1v3... BOY, you are really good at fighting. Tell me, are you Huaguo Kungfu?"

　　"It's one of those boxing techniques."

　　"Oh?! Does this type of boxing have a name?"

　　"Wing Chun."

　　The more we talked, Michael seemed to gradually develop a strong interest in Lu Qi's story.

　　"How can someone as skilled as you be fooling around in such a small bar?"

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

　　After thinking about it, I had to use the seemingly meaningful "for life" to perfunctory this question.

　　Michael didn't look 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 sober; or maybe it was because Lu Qi seemed to be about the same age as his son Jimmy, which made Mike open the conversation unknowingly.

　　"BOY, you look very young, why don't you go to college and find yourself a decent job? I know you Chinese people are very sensitive to numbers and hardworking. No matter what you do, it's better than here. It's much better to waste time in a drunken factory full of scum and assholes..."

　　Hearing this, Lu Qi shrugged and put on an indifferent look, "The life of a good kid in college is not suitable for me. I live well by myself..."

　　"Ha, you're still young, it's normal to think this way. But when you get to my age, you'll regret it, why didn't you listen to me in the first place..."

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

　　After talking, Michael began to scold:

　　"Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!"

　　Seeing this, Lu Qi quickly reassured:

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

　　After pouring another glass of whisky, Michael, who was slightly restrained, put his elbows on the bar and began to mutter to himself:

　　"Speaking of which, I'm quite envious of you, at least you won't have those bad things waiting for you when you go home..."

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

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

　　However, his family will always be his biggest headache.

　　The son, Jimmy, is a fat man who stays at home and plays games every day and jerks off. The daughter, Trish, is a rebellious girl who dreams of being a star all day long, takes drugs and promiscuous sex.

　　Even more extreme is his wife, Amanda.

　　Amanda was a stripper before marrying Michael.

　　While there's a part of Michael's part in it, it's undeniable that this is a woman who loves to fuck before and after marriage.

　　Putting a green hat on her husband everywhere is something a man can't bear.

　　This is why Michael prefers to stay in a noisy and dilapidated bar rather than a fancy mansion home...

　　. . .

　　drink and chat,

Michael sat in front of the bar until the bar closed.

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

　　"Hey man, I'm closing the door and it's time for you to go home and sleep."

　　Lying on the bar, Michael, who was a little drunk, shook off his hand, UU reading www.uukanshu. com muttered in a low voice:

　　"Go home? I'm not going back..."

　　Looking at Michael, who was not sober, Lu Qi couldn't help but let out a deep breath, pulled up Michael's arm, and helped the middle-aged man who didn't want to go home.

　　"Come on, let me call a taxi for you"

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

　　Under the dim street lights, a yellow taxi speeding by saw two people and immediately stopped.

　　Putting Michael in the back seat, Lu Qi didn't forget to ask where he lived:

　　"Michael, where is your home?"

　　Fortunately, although Michael was a little drunk, he was 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 forced his ear to his mouth before hearing the specific address.

　　Very considerately helping the old man fasten the seat belt, Lu Qi then took out a twenty-dollar knife and handed it to the driver:

　　"6 Lagunas Boulevard. Help me get him home safely, OK?"

　　After 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 Los Santos in the early morning, listening to the sound of sirens from afar, Lu Qi remembered something very important.

　　The city under his feet is a city of sins with endless crimes.

　　Looking around, looking at passers-by with their heads lowered and hurriedly walking across the street, Lu Qi couldn't help but laugh:

　　"Lo Santos...?"