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"Let me see... There's also a navigation function to find nearby high-scoring restaurants. Wow, it has quite a comprehensive range of functions."

But anyway, places with high scores are not necessarily good, but places with low scores are definitely not good.

With this idea in mind, Beichen chose a restaurant that had a high rating and looked expensive.

There's nothing else, I just saw that someone's good review picture actually included a picture of Yan cuisine. Although I usually eat this, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm still not used to that kind of foreign stuff, I just like Yan cuisine.

They quickly found the restaurant that looked very upscale, but within two minutes of entering, Beichen rushed out as if escaping.

It’s not because of bad service, poor environment or food that doesn’t look to my taste.

It’s because the service was so enthusiastic, it was just like being in a Haidilao restaurant, and it was ten times more enthusiastic than that.

I almost fed you the food myself with cutlery.

However, when the waiters saw Beichen's ID card in his pocket with only a corner missing, it seemed possible that they would snatch the cutlery from their hands and feed them the food.

It's horrible. Let's go to a less enthusiastic one.

Beichen quietly stuffed the ID card deeper into his pocket. He didn't expect that this thing was so powerful.

Of course it’s amazing. When the security guard gave this thing to Beichen, he didn’t tell him that he had to spend 100 million in Casimir before he could apply for it.

But it seems that there are still many ways to go through the back door. After all, even if he is just a small security guard, he has the means to give you the whole thing directly.

Forget it, roadside stalls are more suitable for me.

The destination was set to a food street with a not very high rating. The navigation quickly took Beichen to a night market where the environment was obviously not very good but the food was definitely not deadly.

After a long time of trouble, it was already dark and more and more people came to the night market. It seemed that most of them were locals, but the owner of the store where Beichen was located was not a local.

"Boss, give me a bowl of fried noodles with an egg and some chili."

"okay."

This kind of place is more suitable for him. He said he enjoyed it at first, but it turned out that he didn't really enjoy that kind of occasion.

"Boss, you are not a local."

Beichen looked at the ears on his head, which were obviously not Kuranta's characteristics.

"Yeah, I'm from Victoria, it's been several years."

The boss spoke while waving the spatula.

"Here, your fried noodles."

It was packed in a disposable paper box and was a little hot to the touch, but Beichen didn't care. He sat on the plastic chair, crossed his legs, and started eating.

"It tastes pretty good, but I've been to Victoria, why haven't I seen anyone selling this?"

While there were not many customers, the boss started chatting with Beichen.

"After traveling all over the country for so many years, I have learned a lot. Don't look at me like this. I can actually cook quite a few dishes. It's not like I haven't tried to apply for a job in a big restaurant, but there are too many rules and it's hard to handle them."

"That's true."

Beichen nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a few drunkards who could not even walk in a straight line staggered into the night market, cursing something.

However, the boss and the customers around all had expressions that showed they were used to it. The drunkards didn't cause any trouble. They just accidentally kicked an empty wooden box on the side of the road and fell heavily, which caused bursts of laughter.

"'Casimir swears!' What are you laughing at! I won some money today and I'm in a good mood, so I won't bother with you!"

The drunk guy next to him also pulled him forward and spoke incoherently.

"In front... burp, there's a store in front, let's go there and continue drinking!"

Looking at their receding backs, Beichen looked thoughtful and asked the boss.

"Boss, is this common?"

"Yes, there are several bars on this street. You can always run into drunkards at this time every day."

The boss looked towards the street corner and saw a few drunks singing and walking towards him. They also looked like they had made a lot of money.

"So many? Aren't you afraid they will cause trouble?"

Beichen asked, this seemed a little different from what the guard said at that time.

"Causing trouble? That depends on the person. Those who just now usually won't do that. We need to pay attention to those drunk knights. Try to stay away from them and avoid their sight. Especially those who start to curse. Most of them are just venting their anger because they lost the game because of their poor skills."

While the boss was still talking, a knight wearing a helmet actually walked over from the other side of the street.

His helmet was tilted up slightly, revealing his mouth, and in his hand was a bottle of cheap, low-quality liquor.

No one looked at him, everyone withdrew their gaze, but this guy also walked without looking at the road, and the wooden box that tripped someone just now happened to hit him.

"Hmm? In the way?"

He kicked at the wooden box. Probably because he was drunk and his eyes were blurry, the kick missed. He did not fall down originally, but now he fell heavily.

No one laughed this time. I guess no one dared to laugh, and the originally noisy noise became much quieter.

"Who? Who laughed!"

The knight turned around and stared at everyone with angry eyes, even though no one had made a sound just now.

"is it you!"

He randomly grabbed an innocent passerby, stared at him and questioned him, almost swinging the bottle of wine in his hand at the passerby's head.

“Ah, I didn’t…”

"Go 'Casimir Swear', get out of here!"

After pushing the man to the ground, he threw the bottle in his hand casually, hitting the head of another drunk who was passing by.

"Ouch!"

"do you have any opinion?"

"Fuck you!"

The drunk who was hit had half sobered up, but after being asked this question, the smell of alcohol and anger came back, and he picked up the boss's stool and rushed forward.

The two men soon started to wrestle with each other, and the scene became increasingly heated. Most people were just watching the excitement, but a few were using the terminal to call for the guards to come over.

“See, this is what we are afraid of.”

The boss said to Beichen somewhat helplessly.

My goodness, isn't this much more interesting than those knight competitions? Indiscriminate street fighting! Scratching with nails, biting with mouths, and all kinds of dirty tricks.

Finally, a large group of guards surrounded the two men and took them away. Beichen had just finished eating the fried noodles in his hand.

It smells so good! I can eat noodles and watch a show. Is this Casimir?