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Kyle noticed a disturbing sight as he approached the spaceport: a large group of soldiers conducting a thorough search. The distinct Darius legion emblem on their uniforms clearly indicated their identity. Kyle realized that these soldiers were likely sent by Selena specifically to search for rebels.
Realizing that it was extremely dangerous to enter the port directly, Kyle quickly reacted and steered his Space motorcycle into a nearby alley. At the end of the alley, there was a faint light, indicating a bar. Kyle decided to seek shelter there and wait for the situation to improve.
He quietly parked the motorcycle at the other end of the alley, quickly picked up a piece of cloth from the surroundings, and covered the space motorcycle to avoid unnecessary attention. Then, he carefully placed Ray Jin on his shoulder and walked towards the entrance of the bar.
The bar was dimly lit, and from the outside, it didn't seem very lively. Kyle took a deep breath, feeling uneasy but knowing he needed a place to take shelter temporarily and plan his next move. He walked to the front door of the bar, gently pushed it open, and entered the dimly lit bar.
The interior of the bar presents a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere outside. Soft music plays inside the bar, and the air is filled with a faint smell of alcohol and tobacco. Customers sit at the bar or at tables, seemingly lost in their own worlds and paying no attention to the chaos outside.
Kyle found a corner to sit in, placing Ray Jin in the seat next to him. His eyes occasionally scan the bar's entrance and the people around, remaining vigilant. In this temporary safe haven, he needs time to consider his next move and is also keeping an eye out for any potential escape opportunities.
Sitting in the dim corner of the bar, Kyle was filled with worry and plans for the soldiers in the spaceport. Just then, a bartender approached him with pen and paper, wearing an impatient expression. When Kyle inquired about non-alcoholic drinks, his voice carried a hint of hope but also some hesitation.
The employee's face showed obvious displeasure, and he seemed annoyed by Kyle's request. He pursed his lips and impatiently replied, "This is a bar, and you're asking for a non-alcoholic drink? We only have milk and juice, do you want one?" The employee's tone was clearly disdainful.
Kyle felt the employee's cold attitude and displayed an even more awkward expression on his face, feeling somewhat helpless. He knew he stood out in this kind of setting, but in order to avoid drawing attention, he still needed to stay for a while. He reluctantly nodded and said, "Then I'll have a glass of juice."
The employee seemed uninterested in Kyle's choice and hastily took the order. As he prepared to leave, his gaze suddenly fell on Ray Jin next to Kyle. He was clearly startled by Ray Jin's presence, then looked at Kyle with a surprised and displeased expression. Kyle quickly tried to explain: "He's Ray Jin, a Pusheen cat, he's my..."
However, the employee clearly wasn't interested in hearing his explanation, impatiently interrupting Kyle: "I know it's a Pusheen cat, and I also know he's yours." With that, he pointed to a sign next to the bar door that read "Minimum consumption per person, one drink." There was a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
The employee then looked at Kyle and asked somewhat sternly, "So what does your friend want to drink?" Kyle was confused by this sudden question and replied, "Isn't he a Pu Cat? Does he need to drink something? He doesn't need to!" The employee's face showed clear displeasure, and he angrily responded, "There is a minimum consumption requirement for sitting here. Whether it's a person or a Pu Cat, something must be ordered." His attitude seemed somewhat tough, showing no sympathy for Kyle's confusion and helplessness.
The employee insisted on his point of view, claiming that Kyle must also order a drink for Ray Jin. Kyle's dissatisfaction gradually increased, feeling that this request was not only absurd but also unfair. He raised his voice and confronted the employee: "He's just a plush cat, why would he need a drink? This makes no sense at all!" Kyle's voice revealed clear challenge and dissatisfaction.
The employee also refused to back down, coldly responding, "Rules are rules. Here, every seat has a minimum order requirement. If you don't want to order, then please leave." His attitude became even more firm, and the atmosphere between him and Kyle became increasingly tense.
Kyle felt helpless and angry, just as he was about to explode with his anger, a uniquely styled middle-aged man suddenly appeared in the bar, breaking the tense atmosphere. The middle-aged man had a distinctive and striking appearance, wearing a worn-out cowboy hat with a slightly upturned edge, revealing his sharp and experienced eyes. His face was covered with thick stubble, and he had an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, exuding a rebellious style.
He wore a worn-out blue denim jacket with slightly frayed cuffs, and there were several obvious patches on the chest pockets. Two shiny handguns hung from his waist, with intricately patterned holsters, showcasing his uniqueness. The whiskey in his hand appeared elegant, and his movements exuded a leisurely and self-satisfied demeanor.
Diego lightly patted his employee Paul on the shoulder, his tone filled with ease and humor: "Paul, you need to learn how to treat our customers, especially these super special friends." His gaze turned to Kyle and Ray Jin, with a hint of curiosity and friendliness in his eyes.
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