A foreigner's journey

The person who walked in was a black-haired man wearing a long dark blue trench coat.

He has slightly messy black curly hair, wears somewhat old-fashioned glasses, has an average appearance, and has a very well-proportioned figure. It's just that there is no smile on his face, and he looks like he should not be approached by strangers.

The whole bar was originally noisy and lively, but it immediately became quiet after this man came in. Not only that, as the man's leather boots collided with the wooden floor and made a creaking sound, wherever he walked, the sound would be two levels lower.

Who is this person? A gangster from the slums of Qifan Street? Did he come here because he fell in love with the beautiful female owner of the bar and was planning to stage a robbery of a common girl?

Jesse is truly an actor, and in just two seconds, he sketched out a tragic scene in his mind. The more she thought about it, the rosier her face became, mixed with a little excitement and breathlessness.

Of course, although the picture in her mind was exciting enough, she, Jesse, would not sit back and watch the beautiful boss being raped by bullies and remain indifferent. She quietly reached into the inner pocket of her coat, where a tear gas bomb was hidden.

As long as the black-haired bully dares to attack, she will immediately throw tear gas bombs and run away with the beautiful boss.

Just as Jesse was looking around for the most suitable escape route, the black-haired man had already walked behind the bar. Tifa took the windbreaker that the black-haired man took off very naturally and smoothly, and straightened it up. He picked up the collar of his shirt and whispered softly: "You're back. Do you want to eat something first? I'll heat up the soup for lunch."

At this time, the bar returned to its noisy appearance just now, except that there were many young men sighing out of thin air. It seemed that this scene happened often.

"No, I ate on the way back." Heather shook her head, then looked around the bustling bar: "There are a lot of customers today, are you tired?"

"Really, don't underestimate me, senior brother."

Tifa pouted, her sultry expression didn't last for a second before she couldn't hold back her laughter:

"There are many customers who come here for your cooking, senior brother. They are very disappointed when they know that you are not here."

Heather disagreed: "In the future, we should change it to have special menus every Monday and Friday, and the supply should be limited. The top ten customers every day have the right to choose the menu, and there are discounts for monthly card recharges."

Tifa patted Heather's arm lightly: "You're talking nonsense again... Oh, by the way, Weiji and Biggs just came here, saying that a strong man with a baby came to Qifan Street recently. They looked so fierce, and they didn’t know whether they should drive them away.”

"It should be a question of whether they can drive away, right? The two of them are not suitable to be vigilantes at all. I still say the same thing, with Biggs' talent as a housekeeper, he would have made over 10,000 a month. As for Wei Ji, wouldn’t it be good to open a pet hospital? The cat he adopted last month was already the twenty-first, right?”

"Twenty-four." Tifa promptly corrected.

"Is this worth showing off?"

Heather was furious: "Thanks to him, Qifan Street is now full of wild cats!"

Tifa smiled and comforted Heather. Jesse, who was sitting in front of the bar, eavesdropped on the conversation between the two. Unfortunately, Heather and Tifa were standing at the innermost position of the bar. They were too far away and the surroundings were too noisy. Jesse Only a few words could be overheard.

Are these two lovers? Well, it doesn't look like the kind of intimacy that is typical between lovers, but they are definitely not ordinary friends, at least not the attitude of the beautiful boss towards the black-haired bully.

"Uh, Tifa...my [Lifestream]..." A weak voice came from next to Jesse.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Helmer, I'll make a drink for you right away." Only then did Tifa remember that Helmer's wine hadn't been mixed yet. She quickly came over to make a drink for Helmer, and at the same time said to Heather: "Brother , I promised to treat Mr. Helmer to a fried pork chop sandwich, can you help me make one?"

Heather curled her lips: "Helmer doesn't need your treat. His precious organization has plenty of money."

"Sir-brother-"

Under Tifa's death gaze, Heather had to go to the kitchen to make food.

Helmer, who seemed submissive, was actually secretly sure that Heather, who was so cold and almost inhumane, would always subconsciously put away his terrifying aggression when he was around his precious junior sister, transforming from [Warcraft] to... 【Humanity】. As long as Tifa is nearby, Helmer is not afraid of Heather getting angry and hurting anyone.

Of course, the prerequisite for not hurting anyone is that no one offends Tifa. When 7th Heaven first opened, someone pretended to be drunk and tried to take advantage of Tifa. The result was that Heather pinched both wrists and threw them out of the bar. The private hospitals in the Qifan Street slum did not even dare to admit the injured, and the injured were treated only after they were sent to the Bafan Street slum.

From then on, no one dared to have sex with Tifa in Seventh Heaven, let alone touch her.

After a while, a plate with three fried pork chop sandwiches was placed on the bar in front of Helmer. At the same time, the cocktail [Life Stream] prepared by Tifa was also placed in front of Helmer.

Heather no longer paid attention to the wolfing Helmer, turned to look at Jesse who was pretending to sleep, and asked: "It's a very chaotic heartbeat, who are you?"

"..."

Jesse, who was lying on the table, didn't know whether he should raise his head to say hello and introduce himself or continue to pretend to be asleep.

Helmer, who was familiar with Heather's character, immediately nudged Jesse with his elbow, and then whispered: "She came to Qifan Street to attend the [Astrology] gathering, a newcomer..."

Heather interrupted Helmer impatiently: "I have already said that no more [Astrology] meetings are allowed in the slums of Qifan Street. Do those bastards Latifah go to the meeting and think I don't know? I didn’t twist their heads off just to save your face, Helmer.”

Helmer began to sweat on his forehead, and he smiled and didn't know what to say.

Heather wanted to say something sarcastic, but her arm was suddenly held by Tifa and shook her slightly. Seeing Tifa's worried eyes, Heather rubbed her brows and softened her tone: "...Take this woman to the lounge at the back. I have something to ask her."

Jesse raised his head suddenly and raised his arms to cover his chest in shock.

Are there unspoken rules for finding an astrology gathering in a slum?

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"...So, not only do you want to find a gathering of [Astrology], but you also want to join [Avalanche]?"

In the spacious lounge, Helmer looked at Jesse with a sneer on his face with twitching eyes: "Have you never considered whether we will betray you to Shinra?"

"I-Isn't it because you have a good status in Qifan Street and you know the 'flow of life', so I feel like you can be trusted..."

"[Avalanche] doesn't need members with such no sense of crisis and vigilance! Keep your mouth shut and go back quickly!"

Helmer didn't want to drag such a young girl into Avalanche. What Avalanche wanted to fight was the Shinra Corporation that dominated the world, and it was a head-turning job. This girl looked like she was from an uptown area. She must have a bright future and could not end up living a life of poverty and hopelessness in the slums.

"Don't... don't!" Jesse grabbed Helmer's sleeve and refused to let go, his beautiful oval face wrinkled into an exaggerated sad face: "I really want to join the Avalanche! I'm very handy and good at operations. He is good at mechanics and making some explosive gadgets, and he is also very good at the computer system of Black Shinra Company! You are in short supply of high-end talents like me, right? Bring me one, bring me one, okay?"

"Hey, do you know? [Avalanche]'s current situation is very different from what you imagined."

Heather, who was standing aside with her arms folded, suddenly said:

"The leader [Alfie] who can rival Sephiroth, the strongest warrior of Shinra, disappeared a year ago, and his capable generals are also running to death. Now Avalanche exists in name only, with only a few scattered ones left. Small branches composed of members are scattered all over Midgar, and they are constantly being searched and pursued by the Shinra Company. The image of a vigorous resistance against the Shinra Company that you pursue will not even appear in your dreams, please think about it again?"

Helmer also fell silent. Although what Heather said was unpleasant, it was true. Now Avalanche is really just lingering, and may be airborne and destroyed by Shinra Company's special forces troops at any time.