Therefore, the fatty thought... making someone like Sara laugh was almost impossible.

And Sara, she probably wanted to confirm her identity through casual conversation, or perhaps her series of actions had already caught Sara's attention, leading Sara to suspect that she was gathering local intelligence and the real intention behind investigating Feng Yi.

As adventurers, they have traveled the world, witnessed extraordinary events, and are accustomed to the joys and sorrows of parting, hence they must be filled with many fascinating anecdotes, whether they are jokes or cultural trivia. On the surface, he seems very communicative, but talking with a woman as experienced as Sara, he might be exposed after just a few exchanges.

But, with the arrow on the bowstring, there's no turning back now. The fatty, resigned to his fate, let out a hearty laugh, took a swig, and with his cynical yet confident tone flicked his finger toward another table.

Sara turned her curious gaze in that direction, then gracefully withdrew her look, her misty eyes revealing undeniable confusion.

The fatty said, "That person is drunk."

Uh... That person is drunk...?

Sara paused, somewhat entranced. Yes, that person is drunk. This is a truism, but when emphasized that the person is drunk, it somehow ties the joke together, and an inexplicable sense of amusement begins to emerge in Sara's heart.

Even though she had no idea what was going on, she saw a hint of a smile flash across Sara's charming face. The fatty didn't hesitate to continue, flicking his finger to the other side: "The prostitute is singing."

Inside the bar, as Sara's gaze moved, many others also turned their attention to the stage with the prostitute.

Sara's gaze was lightning-fast, and as it swept the room, she could tell that many were turning to the stage... This kind of nonsensical yet casual joke made her feel an unexplainable urge to laugh, even she couldn't pinpoint what emotion drove her.

The fatty kept his actions going, his mouth like a rattle drum firing off again, "The meat on the fork is gone!"

"Ah? Meat? The meat's gone."

Sara looked blankly at the steel fork in her hand, wasn't the meat eaten by this guy, by this supposed adventurer, this fatty...

"Right, the meat's gone!"

Pfft!

Hearing this, Sara could not hold back her laughter anymore, and a peal of silvery bell-like laughter immediately filled the surroundings... Even the elegant and dignified beautiful proprietress seemed to lose her usual poise, laughing like a young girl, unable to confront the hilarity, even feeling somewhat ashamed about such laughter.

But, what the fatty said was indeed hilarious—he claimed the meat was gone, when the meat was clearly eaten by him! However, such a simple question has turned into an adventurer's acclaimed trump card, and every time Sara thought about it, she felt an irresistible urge to laugh.

It was certainly the most boring, most idiotic, most awkward, and utterly unbelievable joke she had ever heard.

Sara tried her best to hold her laughter. She was scared, scared that she would laugh so hard that even the hair tied up would come loose...

And looking back at the fatty, with his utterly clueless and helpless expression, Sara's body shook with another bout of laughter.

It could be said that initially, she did not believe this fatty was an adventurer. Or to say, from the surveillance footage, this person appeared quite similar in build to the fatty from a few days ago, and even the voice—Sara could pretty much confirm that this fatty was the same man who had fought with Carl that day. She wanted to probe the fatty's true purpose, but events often unfold beyond anyone's expectations.

The fatty himself didn't know what had happened, feeling clueless inside, but it seemed like he had fooled her. Thinking this, Zhang Xiaobo continued accordingly with this pattern, saying, "There's no meat in the plate—the man is an idiot."

Sara and the others' gazes collectively turned to the unlucky fellow called an idiot.

The fellow called an idiot was initially stunned, why was he the idiot? He quickly realized, what the heck, pointing at his own nose he waved his hands in denial, "No, not me, I'm not an idiot."

At this moment, the fatty was even more certain of his success, even more convinced of his bold guess, he was the most just and fair spokesperson of this bar, gesturing to another person, he quipped, "He just farted publicly!"

The guy called out for farting just felt his sphincter tighten; he did indeed fart, but that was minutes ago, how could this silly fatty's nose be even better than a dog's. The accused man stood up in a panic, vehemently denying, "That fart right now wasn't mine!"

His voice drew a round of laughter from those around him. The man finally realized that he had unwittingly outed himself without any reaction, thanks to the fatty's trickery, damn it, he was so mad!

Pfft!

Sara, who laughed sweetly, now felt like she couldn't catch her breath, waving her hands to stop them, "Enough, enough, no more talk, please."

Just then, the man publicly accused of farting had angrily advanced towards the fatty with wide, angry eyes and a fierce expression as though he was about to get physical. Rage nearly drove him mad; it was one thing to be accused of farting in front of his girl, but another to have admitted it. Now, he was set on fighting this damned fatty to the death.

"Bastard, how dare you say I farted in public."

The fatty felt a bit shaky inside, but he knew he absolutely couldn't back down at this moment. That's how people are, you either don't do something or you do it without showing any fear; he had to persist in his position indignantly.

The man got even angrier upon hearing this and swung his fist to punch...

Buzz!

It dawned on him that Sara, the boss lady, was right there. Was he out of his mind to cause a scene like this in public? This was definitely asking for a shortened lifespan. It wasn't just the fatty who was forced to shoot the arrow already on the bow string; this wronged man also had unspeakable anger.

Since a fight wasn't an option, he decided to challenge the fatty in a benevolent manner. Boldly, with rage still blazing in his eyes, he approached the fatty and kissed him softly in a way none of the onlookers expected, his gaze filled with provocation...

The fatty felt numb all over, standing there in shock, lost in a thought loop about life, damn it, I'm a man, how dare this bastard kiss me, there goes my first kiss...

The fatty wanted to lash out, wanted to kill, but killing wouldn't restore what he'd lost. A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood was the deeper revenge...

Then suddenly, the fatty stepped forward, leaning in to give a kiss back, smack...

He had actually kissed the man.

A collective gasp rose around them... Even 'Butterfly,' despite being a ninja, shook a little in this moment, as if greatly moved.

The man stumbled back three steps, wiping his mouth with disgust, damn, he actually kissed me! Impossible, want to play, huh? I'll go all out with you, tearing off his shirt and stepping forward aggressively to lean in and sniff the fatty again.

The fatty quickly spat, not willing to show weakness, he got ahead of the man and faced the wind for another stealthy sneaky kiss.

Now the surrounding area erupted with clapping... along with some rowdy men whistling and cheering for the two to continue, "Good kissing!"

If the earlier humor could be enhanced by laughter, the scene now unfolding deeply touched everyone present. Sara wanted to burst out laughing, wanted to say something, but she didn't want to miss this exciting moment; in fact, her attention shifted entirely from laughter, she stared intently at the two men locked in this rivalry.

By now, the fatty and the middle-aged man were happily exchanging kisses.

One kiss from you, one from me, another from you, another from me; the atmosphere at the scene reached a feverish pitch.

Smack smack smack...

Determined not to back down anymore now, the man decided to keep kissing without retreat.

The fatty took a step back in amazement at his opponent's bravery, warily glancing around, but who was he? He frightens even himself when he gets fierce; he wouldn't lose, he wasn't wrong, what's wrong is the world, and the ones who lose are the dogs!

Thinking this way, the fatty felt his head heat up, striding forward, he suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around the man's robust waist and planted a kiss...

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