Chapter 363: New Replaces Old

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The bar was dimly lit; an old-fas.h.i.+oned dis...o...b..ll hung from the ceiling. Small light rays brushed over people's faces and bodies as it rotated.

On the stage of the bar, an adult man with long hair was singing ballads in his husky voice: "A girl, oh my G.o.d, in a Ford pickup, she slowed down and looked at me..."

Listening to a song that they did not know, chilling with their friends and drinking their low-quality beer, the bar’s main customers were comprised of mainly the townsfolk. The atmosphere was simple and relaxing, and it actually seemed pretty enjoyable.

Li Du liked the environment, so when he heard what Hans said, he was puzzled. "Why is there trouble?"

Hans sighed, "Look at two o’clock, brother. Two o’clock."

Li Du turned and saw two familiar faces: the Ricks!

They had been talking about the Ricks only two days ago, and now they were seeing them again only after a short period of time.

There were two slender girls with nice curves over at the father and son’s table. The group was chatting together happily. The Ricks did not notice the appearance of Li Du and Hans.

However, the presence of the Ricks was obviously because of the upcoming auction over at Vendetta Storage. Both parties had the same motives and goals—there would be plenty of chances for them to see each other.

Li Du did not want to cause trouble, but neither was he was afraid of trouble. Since they had come to the bar, there was no reason to turn back and leave the place. He found a table and sat down. "Just leave them alone, let’s drink and enjoy ourselves."

Hans gulped. "The two girls over at their table are hot."

Li Du immediately issued a warning: "You know it’s easy to get in trouble here, so you’d better behave."

Hans heaved a sigh of disappointment. "All right, I won’t start any trouble. Come, Big Quinn, drink, finish this cup—let’s get drunk on this wonderful wine."

Although they did not take the initiative to provoke the father and son pair, that did not mean that trouble would not come knocking at their door.

The Ricks did not notice them at first. Nevertheless, the size of G.o.dzilla and Big Quinn was too attention-grabbing: people kept looking at them, and soon enough, tongues started wagging, although still in whispers.

As such, the father and son pair finally noticed them.

Lil’ Rick couldn’t control himself and immediately stood upon seeing Li Du and Hans. Rick said coldly in response, "Sit down! What do you want?"

Lil’ Rick said indignantly, "I want to teach these two b*st*rds a lesson. Dad, let’s go together!"

"Dad?" one of the girls said in surprise. "He’s your dad? You're not partners?"

Lil’ Rick was stunned for a moment and hurriedly denied, "What dad? Of course he’s my partner. We’re a team. You must have heard me wrong. Come, let’s continue talking about what happened in Las Vegas."

The dark-haired girl with long legs snapped, "You can talk to yourselves. Gosh, both father and son coming to the bar to look for girls? Sorry, that’s too much for us. My sister and I cannot accept that. Goodbye."

The other girl was unhappy as well. "No wonder the two of you look alike. I guess you both must be the type to flaunt it if you have beautiful women in your arms. Gross."

The two girls left together. Apparently both of them could not accept romancing with a father and son pair.

Looking at the diminis.h.i.+ng slim figures of the girls, Lil’ Rick was startled for a while before cussing, "D*mn!"

Rick was angrier: he stared at his son who was unable to meet his expectations. In a resentful manner, he scolded, "F*ck, you stupid fool! What have you done? Why did you call me ‘Dad?’"

Little Rick became even more upset. "That Chinaman made me lost my senses. D*mn, why are they both here?"

"Obviously, they came for mahogany furniture," Rick sneered. "That’s good news—our plan can be implemented."

Lil’ Rick said excitedly, "Revenge is a must. Dad, we must avenge ourselves."

When he became excited, he tended to speak louder. The people around them turned to look at them in surprise, as it was rare for a father and son to appear in the bar together.

Rick almost vomited blood. He reprimanded, "Shut up and sit down. Talk softer! You’ll be the death of me!"

What irked Rick more was actually Li Du and Hans. If they hadn’t refused to help them, he and his son would not have reached such a state. If not for both of you, would I have stooped to work for a bunch of stupid Native Americans?! he thought.

Lil’ Rick was vexed too. He couldn’t contain his anger and kept grumbling, "Thrash them. Let’s go give them a good thras.h.i.+ng. This time we’ve brought men along. We should go get them."

Frustrated by the constant grumbling, Rick glared at him. "Just shut up, do you think I don’t want to teach them a lesson? Look at the two big men with them! Sh*t!" He couldn’t help cussing as he finished his sentence.

Big Quinn and G.o.dzilla were like nuclear weapons; with the two of them following Li Du around, it would be rare for anyone to try and mess around with them—maybe only outlaws would.

Besides that, Li Du’s superb brawling skills were now a hot topic in the circle of Flagstaff’s treasure hunters. Someone had witnessed the scene where Li had single-handedly taken on Marate and his friends.

Rick was especially adept at finding out such news—it was how he had earned his nickname "Dog Ears."

It was precisely because he knew about all this he was trying to avoid a violent clash with Li Du.

There were quite a number of treasure hunters who had come to the town for this auction. Some of them were in the bar as well and had noticed the two rival teams: Li’s team and the Ricks.

It didn't take long for them to make a choice. Practically every one of them went over to Li Du and Hans and talked to them.

One treasure hunter wanted to go over to the Ricks. "Let’s go, there’s no one around Dog Ears now. Let’s get some news and become acquainted with him."

His partner stopped him. "You silly?" he whispered. "Don’t go near Dog Ears. Get close to China Li—he’s Flagstaff’s Treasure Tyc.o.o.n."

"Yeah, go to Big Li and Big Fox. Even Dog Ears listened to Big Li when we went to LA—he’s the new star among the treasure hunters."

"Not only that, both Big Li and Big Fox are loyal. If you gain their approval, you will become their friend. They are very generous and they treat their friends well."

With that, more and more people had crowded around Li Du and Hans, which was a stark contrast against the Ricks: the atmosphere around them was cold and empty.

Both father and son could not endure such an atmosphere. They felt disgraced and started to leave, with somber expressions on their faces.

However, Lil’ Rick was young and impulsive. As he was pa.s.sing Li Du and the other treasure hunters, he pretended to nearly trip—he staggered and knocked a beer onto Li Du.

Hans stood up, followed by G.o.dzilla and Big Quinn.

In front of lil’ Rick stood the burly G.o.dzilla and Big Quinn. He was now scared, and unconsciously clamped his legs together. He had drunk quite a lot of beer earlier, and now that he was intimidated by the big men, he felt his bladder loosen.

Li Du stopped Hans by grabbing his arm. "Any friend here have a handkerchief or some napkins for me?"

Turis eagerly took out a packet of napkins and handed to Li. "Here."

Li Du nodded at him in thanks and motioned for his team to sit down. "Let’s drink, everyone."

Hans glared at Lil’ Rick then turned to Rick. "Dog Ears, mind your puppy!"

Rick's face was livid with anger. "Mind your dog mouth, brat. Let's go!"

Lil’ Rick became arrogant once again when he saw Big Quinn and G.o.dzilla sat down. He lowered his head, spat a mouthful of saliva and said, "F*ck, my—"

Just as he opened his mouth, a crisp sound was heard. Slap!