Chapter 88 The truth is often unacceptable

Little Seoul, "Big Riot" bar.

　　Lu Qi, who had just pushed in the door, waved to Joseph, the bar owner behind the bar:

　　"Hey, Joseph!"

　　Seeing Lu Qi, the owner of Mediterranean Sea was a little surprised, "Alix? Long time no see, you are so busy, why do you have time to drink?"

　　While talking, he picked up an empty glass and put it on the wine cannon beside him, wanting to squeeze a fresh draft beer for Lu Qi.

　　"Oh, just come over and relax."

　　While responding, Lu Qi did not forget to look around, looking for the familiar figure.

　　Since resigning, Lu Qi has not completely separated from this former workplace, and will come over for a drink from time to time.

　　Under his introduction, Trevor also knew about this place, and he often came here to drink, fight with some drunks, and talk about life and so on.

　　Soon, he found Lao Cui lying on the table in the corner of the bar near the toilet.

　　Judging from the empty wine bottles on the table, Lao Cui had already lost consciousness before waiting for Lu Qi to come.

　　Putting the full beer in front of Lu Qi, Joseph, who noticed Lu Qi's eyes, raised his chin and said, "Traver seems to be in a bad mood today. Just now James went to persuade him and was beaten by him... ."

　　I see!

　　No wonder Joseph, the bar owner, entertains guests behind the bar. It turns out that Lao Cui beat up the bartender...

　　"Is James okay?"

　　"It's okay, it's just that the bridge of the nose is bleeding. I asked him to see a doctor..."

　　"Like This..."

　　After thinking about it, Lu Qi took out a small stack of beautiful knives from his pocket, about a thousand dollars, put them on the bar, and said to Joseph, "Sorry to James for me."

　　"OK."

　　Holding the beer, Lu Qi walked slowly towards the corner.

　　When he came to the booth and sat down opposite Trevor, Lu Qi gently pushed Trevor, who seemed to be drunk, and shouted:

　　"Hey! Hey! Lao Cui, wake up!"

　　After pushing twice, Cui Fu, who smelled of alcohol, finally slowly raised his head.

　　"Alix?"

　　Seeing that it was Lu Qi, Lao Cui couldn't help but blink, and said with a bared smile:

　　"Hey, my Asian BOY, I thought you wouldn't come... Looks like you're not the same type of person as that bastard!"

　　Hearing this, Lu Qi was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled: "Huh? Which bastard?"

　　"Besides that hypocrite who likes to stab his brother in the back and is full of lies, who else?!"

　　As soon as these words came out, Lu Qi's brows couldn't help but wrinkle, and he instantly felt that something was wrong.

　　The "hypocrite" in Lao Cui's mouth was obviously Michael.

　　Judging from the angry look of Old Cui, a thought suddenly appeared in Lu Qi's mind:

　　Did he already know? !

　　Before Lu Qi could speak, Lao Cui picked up Lu Qi's beer, took a big gulp, and said to himself:

　　"Thanks to me going to his grave and mourning his death... In the end, I found out that my fucking opinion of him was all wrong!"

　　"It's all wrong!!!"

　　The tone of voice was suddenly raised, and Lao Cui ignored the strange eyes of the guests around him and continued to talk to himself:

　　"That cunning bastard! He's not dead at all! Brad is dead! And he knew, but never thought to tell me the truth!!!"

　　"I should have thought of it long ago... should have thought of it long ago..."

　　Speaking of which, Lao Cui seemed to remember Lu Qi who was sitting across from him.

　　With those complicated eyes mixed with anger, sadness and helplessness, he looked at Lu Qi, and Trevor's emotions were withdrawn at once, "Alix, do you know what Michael is most afraid of?"

　　Hearing this, Lu Qi, who had roughly guessed the origin of the matter, just shook his head in response.

　　"What he is most afraid of is that his betrayal of his brother will be exposed! Let everyone know that he is just a pitiful and pathetic traitor!"

　　"He would just use one lie, cover up another lie, and hope that no one else will ever find out!"

　　"Fuck! Fuck Michael!! Fuck everything!!!"

　　After venting to his heart's content, Lao Cui picked up the beer again and poured it into his mouth.

　　The beer that slipped from his mouth and the clothes that dripped on his body did not stop the beer in the glass from disappearing quickly.

　　Seeing this, Lu Qi turned his head and showed a pair of scissors to Joseph, who had been looking at him, motioning for him to bring two more beers.

　　With a "bang", Cui Fu put down the empty glass in his hand, grabbed Lu Qi's sleeve, stared at Lu Qi, and said:

　　"Alix, I advise you not to get too close to that vile bastard, nothing he says is true. He's like a viper who will stab you in the back when you're unsuspecting. , and then sold you to the fucking FIB!

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　　After finishing speaking, Old Cui loosened his wrinkled sleeves, grabbed a glass of beer from Joseph who had just walked over, and continued to pour "tons and tons" into his mouth.

　　Shaking his head to Joseph who was looking at the side, Lu Qi finally found the opportunity and said:

　　"Listen, I don't know what happened to you and Michael, it sounds like he did something unforgivable. But you and Michael have known each other for over ten years. , what can't you sit down and say clearly?"

　　For Lu Qi's persuasion, Lao Cui scoffed:

　　"Clarify? Ho, I don't think he and I have much more to say. It's all done in fucking North Yankton, in front of Brad's corpse!"

　　Hearing this, Lu Qi has confirmed his thoughts, which is right.

　　Somehow, Trevor knew everything that happened in North Yankton nine years ago. I know, my former companion Brad is not in prison, but has died instead of Michael; I also know that the reason why Michael is alive is because he betrayed his companion and made a dirty deal with FIB !

　　The truth, these heavy words, are often difficult to accept.

　　Even a tough guy like Lao Cui who kills without blinking cannot accept the cruel fact that his best friend and brother lied to him and betrayed him, so much so that he went to the bar by himself, trying to drink alcohol to relieve his worries.

　　For the past nine years, Lao Cui, who has been kept in the dark, may be the most pitiful person...

　　Looking at the old Cui who kept drinking, Lu Qi just wanted to comfort him, but unexpectedly, Cui Fu said again:

　　"Fortunately, I don't have to see this annoying traitor again, although the person who shot the bullet in his head is not me, but some Chinese gangster..."

　　"But, fuck it, I don't want to waste bullets anyway..."

　　Listening to Lao Cui's muttering, Lu Qi's brows couldn't help raising his eyebrows, capturing the important information between the words.

　　"Wait! You mean, a group of Chinese people killed Michael?!"