Chapter 596 - My Friend (2/2)
Instead, a bearded man put down the cards in his hand and walked over. Though coming off as rugged and weathered, he was unexpectedly polite. “Mind if I sit next to you?”
“Please,” replied Zhang Heng after a pause. “Since you are a patron, perhaps you could answer my next question. Is the owner of this bar deaf?”
“Hahaha!”
The man laughed when he heard Zhang Heng’s question. Instead of answering directly, he posed another question. “Where do you come from, my friend? I don’t see your horse outside the bar.”
“It’s in… another town.”
“Well, as far as I know, there are no towns within a hundred miles.”
“So, as you can see, I’ve walked a long way,” replied Zhang Heng. He looked toward the table where the man was sitting and pointed to the bottle of whiskey on it. “Can you give me a gla.s.s of whiskey? I have not taken a sip of water for some time.”
“Of course! As the saying goes, good whiskey is meant to be shared among friends.”
The bear-like man smiled, but he did not get up. He then looked at Zhang Heng and blinked. “You are a Chinese man, right? You look stronger than most Chinese guys, and you are wearing some weird clothes. Also, you don’t have that thing behind your head…”
The bear-like man made a braid gesture. “Don’t be nervous. I had two Chinese friends who owned a grocery store in the town. I truly liked them. I did visit their grocery store frequently… you know, they were like tireless bees flying beside your ears every day. Buzz… Buzz… Buzz… Ah… forgive me; I’m not well educated. That might have been an inappropriate a.n.a.logy… One day, our friends.h.i.+p came into a little hiccup…”
The bear-like man suddenly looked very troubled. “You be the judge. That morning, I went to their store as usual and took honey, candles, and two wine bottles. Before leaving, they stopped me and asked me to settle my debts. Their actions hurt me deeply. Considering our friends.h.i.+p, I never thought money could be used as a measure. So I put down the honey, candle, and the bacon in my hand. I opened one of the wine bottles and took two big sips from it. “And as that happened, my two friends kept chattering, and chattering in my ears… So I drew my revolvers from my waist and shot-off their cute little heads! Suddenly, all problems between us have been resolved!”
The bear-like man grinned widely.
“Now, let me answer your previous question. No, one-leg Randall ain’t deaf. Considering his age, this old b.a.s.t.a.r.d hears sharper than a dog. He clearly heard every word you said. It’s just that… he doesn’t give a f*ck about you.”