娜妲莉的情人

From the looks of it, in this scenario, the ratio of \'recovery\' and \'deterioration\' for each value was the same, and they were all based on the character\'s actual physical feeling. To put it simply ... The faster they consumed, the faster they recovered.

Other than that, while brother Jue was munching on the food, he did not forget to use this time to communicate with the NPC.

Even though he could not speak clearly, the two NPCs had very good hearing, and they could understand what brother Jue was trying to say.

Thus, he was able to get close to the two of them.

"Alright ... We\'ve talked a lot about me." Feng bujue finished his water and rinsed his mouth. Then, he changed the topic."Why don\'t we ... Talk about the two of you?"

The expressions on the Archer and Young\'s faces changed.

However, brother Jue did not care. He did not give the man time to think and quickly asked,""How long have you two been in this town?"

Kacha Kacha Kacha Kacha

One and a half seconds later, the muzzles of the two guns were aimed at Feng bujue\'s temple and forehead.

In that one and a half seconds, yang took out a grapeshot gun from under the bar counter with lightning speed. On the other hand, the Archer uncle directly took out a revolver from his body. His speed was as fast as lightning, and a real cowboy might not be as fast as him.

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"Speak! Who are you?" Yang asked in a cold voice,"did the FBI send you here?"

"I don\'t think he looks like it." "It\'s more like the CIB ..." The Archer slowly lowered his gun."Why don\'t we break one of his legs first and then slowly ask ..."

"Hey! Don\'t mess around!" Feng bujue\'s eyes widened, and he used a very exaggerated act to express his fear."I\'m just a postman who came to town to apply for a job!"

"Yes, you\'ve already said that." The Archer grinned and replied,"but we don\'t believe a word ..." He glanced at yang and said,"right, old friend?"

"That\'s right ..." Yang said."I didn\'t realize it at first. I thought he was just here to cheat ..." He paused and looked back at the Archer."I didn\'t realize it until you gave me a look ... Why would anyone come into the bar to drink water and eat snacks at noon?" Then, he tightened his grip on the gun and glared at brother Jue."You\'re obviously here for us!"

"Hey ... I don\'t even know you guys ..." Feng bujue was covered in cold sweat.

However, the two of them still ignored his words ...

"Stop bullshitting ..." The Archer laughed."I knew there was something wrong with you the moment you entered the bar. I asked you to stay just to test you ..." He snorted."Hmph ... A temporary postman?" Who are you trying to fool?" He clenched his gun a little tighter, as if he was ready to pull the trigger at any time."Just last night, a person who claimed to be going to the post office for an interview came to the shop. Even if there will be a temporary postman in town today, it should be him ..."

"Wait!" Feng bujue suddenly raised his voice."The person you\'re talking about ... Is he wearing a very well-made felt hat?"

"What?" The Archer was stunned.

Seeing the man\'s reaction, brother Jue felt more at ease. He knew ... There was hope.

"How did you know?" The Archer exchanged a look with young and asked.

"I saw him at the post office this morning." Feng bujue replied honestly,"both of us are here for the interview, but he did not get the chance to be a temporary postman."

"Oh?" Yang was suspicious."Why?" He looked brother Jue up and down and said,"is it because you\'re a little more handsome than him?"

"No..." Feng bujue shook his head."Because he was a few minutes late, and he was shot by director Nelson ..."

"Hmm ..." Hearing this, the Archer and young both fell silent. Two seconds later, they said in unison,"that\'s possible ..."

"F * ck! Who are they helping ... Feng bujue thought to himself, is this town the center of employment for retired assassins ... I heard that after someone was shot because he was late, he actually showed an expression that said,\'I see\'...

"Hold on ..." A few seconds later, the shooter seemed to have recalled something."How do I know you\'re not making this up?" Maybe you came to our bar last night and heard what the man in the felt hat said. Now you\'re just using the excuse you\'ve prepared in advance to get away with it. "

"That\'s right. " "How do you prove that narson killed that man?" young asked. And how do you prove that you went to the post office in the morning?"

"Er ... That ..." Feng bujue tilted his head and glanced at his shirt pocket."If you two agree, I can take out a temporary work pass from the post office from my shirt pocket and show it to you. It has my name and director Nelson\'s signature." He paused and added,"in my wallet, there is a driver\'s license with my name and ... Photo."

The Archer and young looked at each other, seemingly convinced. However, they did not put down their guns.

"Take out both." A moment later, the Archer looked at brother Jue and said,"slow down ... Yes ... That\'s it."

Feng bujue followed the man\'s instructions. He first took out his temporary work pass and slowly placed it on the bar counter. Then, he took out his wallet from his pocket and flipped to the page with the driver\'s license. He raised it in front of the two men.

"Hahahaha ..." Then, the shooter suddenly laughed and put away his revolver as if nothing had happened. He went up to give brother Jue a hug."Oh! Man, I thought you were the CIA, hahaha!"

Young, on the other hand, maintained his cool image and silently put the grapeshot gun back under the bar counter.""It seems that the misunderstanding between us has been resolved."

"I have to treat you to a drink, young man." The Archer\'s fierce and experienced temperament disappeared in an instant. As if he had a split personality, he instantly returned to the kind, warm and friendly uncle."Yang, quickly pour a glass of wine for our friend to calm down."

Before he could finish, yang had already pushed a glass of wine with ice to brother Jue and prepared a glass for himself and the boss in ten seconds.

"To our new postman." The shooter was the first to raise his glass.

"To the new postman." Yang also picked up his cup and added indifferently.

Looking at the two burning eyes, Feng bujue opened his dead fish eyes wide and picked up his glass.""Uh ... Thank you ..." He said.

The three of them raised their cups and drank, and they all finished it in one gulp.

Feng bujue was not a person who liked to drink. He hated the feeling of alcohol spreading in his throat. However ... Not liking it didn\'t mean that he couldn\'t drink it.

After he finished the cup, his expression was no different from drinking a cup of water.""Um ... What were we talking about before?"

"We chatted until ... I can\'t comment." Yang Cheng said coldly after brother Jue\'s words. Obviously, he still remembered the question that Feng bujue had raised earlier.

"Alright," he said. Feng bujue would not ask for trouble. From the reaction of the two NPCs, he had already deduced that unless Chenchen told him herself, it would be best if he did not ask about their background."Let\'s talk about something else. About that ... Are there many fat people living in this town?"

"Haha ..." The shooter gave a cunning smile. He did not answer brother Jue\'s question but continued,"listen, Dave. There\'s usually a price to pay for asking around at the bar, understand?"

"Oh, I understand." Feng bujue opened his wallet and pulled out a five-dollar note."This should be ..."

"I didn\'t mean it that way." To his surprise, the Archer pushed the money back to him."I don\'t want money."

"You don\'t want money ... But you want people?" Feng bujue narrowed his eyes and gave the man a strange look.

The shooter did not care about his reaction and just said,"When you opened your wallet just now, I saw a member card for the DART Club."

"What?" Feng bujue was startled for half a second before he replied,"you mean ..."

"There\'s a reason why people call me \'Archer\'," The shooter continued,"because I\'m very \'accurate\' in whatever I play. I\'m not only good at shooting ... I\'m also good at archery, slingshot, bowling, billiards, and ... Darts. "

"So ..." Feng bujue tried to figure out what the man was trying to say and continued,"you, who can hardly find a worthy opponent in this small town ... Want to have a friendly match with me, a member of the DART Club?"

"Hehe ..." The Archer laughed."One round, one question."

"For every round you lose, you\'ll answer one of my questions?" Feng bujue asked.

"That\'s right. " The Archer replied.

"What if I lose?" Feng bujue was very sensitive to the details of the bet, and he would not agree to it without thinking.

"If you lose ten rounds in total, leave your \'temporary work permit\'." The Archer replied.

"Ha?" Feng bujue\'s heart skipped a beat."What\'s the use of that? This document is only valid for one ..."

"I naturally have my own reasons." The shooter interrupted brother Jue. From his tone and expression, he seemed to know more about the document than brother Jue.

"Hmm ..." Feng bujue hesitated for a moment."You have to tell me the rules before I can decide ..."

Hearing this, the Archer\'s lips curved into a smile, like a fisherman seeing a fish bite his hook.""Hehe ... Sure ..." "