Chapter 82 Taking Care of Them (2/2)

”I’m curious, alright?” Li Du said.

”Sure, you’re my brother. I’ll back you up. Let’s go.”

The bar Hans drove to was near the foot of the hill where Li Du found Ah Meow. That was the red-light district of Flagstaff, with many bars around.

The place they went to was called ”Primal Desires.” The atmosphere was wild and rough. The bar, chairs, and tables were made of granite and basalt. The ornaments were made from wood, and there was a simple rock painting on the wall.

Hans said, ”The owner is a smart man. Treasure hunters are often ill-mannered men. They start fights after having too much to drink and frequently destroy the furniture. But with granite, they are fine.”

”Why not make whoever damages the furniture pay up?’”

Hans laughed. ”You’re naïve. First, do you think these rednecks would have the money to pay? Secondly, cleaning up and refurbishing—wouldn’t that waste a lot of time?”

The bar was noisy, and the thick smell of alcohol lingered in every corner.

A woman dressed provocatively was pushing herself through the crowd, with people constantly touching her breasts and butt. Women’s shrieks, men’s vulgar laughter, flirting sounds; these resonated around their ears endlessly.

”Such a mess,” Li Du lamented.

But Hans liked this sort of chaotic environment. The moment he entered, he started moving his body to the beat.

People soon noticed him, and called out, ”Big Fox, why aren’t you taking care of that poor guy in his bed? What brings you here?”

”Ha! He must have gotten tired of the kid’s hole...”

”Are you guys blind? That’s his partner, the cunning Chinese Li!”

The last sentence was very loud and made many people turn their heads to stare. Li Du also looked around and saw a familiar face. It was Lambis, whom he had beaten at the Harley Davidson storage auction.

Lambis noticed that he was observing him, and gave a vulgar smile while making the gang-like action of cutting the throat.

Hans said, ”If you care about his bullsh*t, then you’ve lost.”

Li Du scoffed and sat down. ”Give me a glass of milk.”

Hans stared wide-eyed at him. ”What the hell? We drink alcohol here!”

Li Du said, ”It’s fine. If anyone calls us sissies, we’ll compete with them!”

Hans curled his lips in a smile. He recalled the time when Li Du easily brought Buffalo Lucas down with that terrifying drinking capacity.

The bar was not a friendly place. Even if you didn’t want any trouble, it would just come looking for you. They had just sat down when a drunk ruffian came walking over.

”Hey kiddo, wrong place. This isn’t the gay bar.”

Homosexual relationships were stereotyped as one of the main ways to spread AIDS. Infection through blood had been well-controlled in America.

Hans pushed him away while saying, ”Picardo, get back inside your bottle. We don’t talk with damn alcoholics.”

”An alcoholic can live until eighty, but can one live another eighty months with AIDS? Ha!” The ruffian gave them the middle finger.

A treasure hunter walked over to them. ”We don’t discriminate against gay people, but we don’t want to hang around with someone who has AIDS. Big Fox, can you get your friend and leave?”

The others started adding oil to the fire.

”F*ck, I still want to go home and hug my kids. AIDS, get away from me!”

”No wonder this guy always seemed to get the treasures—he must have made some dirty deals with those storage owners!”

”I heard that he made a deal with the devil though. Ha! The devil took him from behind, and then he contracted AIDS.”

Li Du ignored the chattering and asked Hans, ”Do you know who spread these vicious rumors?”

”I can find out. Do you want me to take care of him?” Hans said.

Li Du coldly scanned the room of treasure hunters. ”No need. I’ll take care of everyone here. The one who started this won’t get away!”