Chapter 1 Arriving in Hong Kong

After several days of wind and waves, Fang Senyan quietly arrived in Hong Kong. While the others might have suffered from travel fatigue and acclimatization after the voyage, he, who had spent years living on ships, was refreshed and invigorated. He skillfully found a black market to exchange some Hong Kong dollars, then went to the Landmark, Hong Kong's top luxury shopping district, and then to Park Lane Shoppers' Boulevard, where he acquired the Spanish Barsacca cava at the address he had previously researched.

As for the last type of spirit needed, the Shalka-Nek brandy, it was quite special, because it simply couldn't be bought ready-made with money. Why? Because this liquor was made by blending Shalka brandy and Nesk mead, and its shelf life was only two hours. After two hours, the taste would deteriorate, and it could no longer be called Shalka-Nek brandy.

So, if Fang Senyan wanted to drink this liquor, he had to go to a place where Shalka-Nek brandy could be mixed. Actually, the difficulty of mixing Shalka-Nek brandy was neither simple nor difficult. The key was that there weren't many consumers of this liquor, so the bartender had to have very rich experience to mix a cup of high-quality Shalka-Nek brandy.

Fang Senyan didn't have any specific ideas about which bar he could find the last drink he needed to complete the title. However, Hong Kong has a long history, and whether it was the petty-bourgeois Lan Kwai Fong, the dazzling Wanchai Lockhart Road, or the glittering Tsim Sha Tsui in Kowloon, a large number of bars were distributed in these areas. Fang Senyan wasn't in a hurry. He had plenty of money, and he had plenty of time, so he went directly to each bar one by one to inquire with the bartenders.

As the saying goes, heaven helps those who help themselves. After searching for a day, Fang Senyan finally pried the information from the mouth of a veteran bartender for a hundred US dollars. He didn't know who could mix Shalka-Nek brandy, but in a nearby bar called Scottish Bagpipes, the owner Pete would sometimes personally mix drinks. This owner's bartending skills were very skilled, and he was good at mixing many extremely rare liquors. However, the owner had a strange personality. Not only did he only occasionally mix drinks once a month, but he also only mixed a maximum of three cups for auction at a time, and he would never mix more. More importantly, this owner seemed to have extensive connections and could get by in both the underworld and the overworld. If he didn't want to take action, then no one could force him.

After listening, Fang Senyan didn't say anything, just smiled and said:

"The only thing I'm worried about now is that he won't mix it."

At around 10 p.m., Fang Senyan arrived at the bar called Scottish Bagpipes. This place was located in an alley, surrounded by dense green vines covering the walls. There were no neon lights, no slow rock, and no deafening rock and roll. The external decoration of the bar looked like the upturned bow of a sailboat. When you pushed the door open and walked in, the melodious sound of saxophone music entered your ears.

Fang Senyan walked over and looked around, and found that the walls were decorated with rough logs, and one-foot square photo frames were nailed on them with very thick thumbtacks. Most of the photos were of the same person plus scenery, which should be the bar owner showing off his previous experiences traveling around the world. It is worth mentioning that there was a bearskin on the front wall of the bar - a genuine bearskin. It looked like it should be the spoils of the bar owner's adventure.

Fang Senyan casually found a seat and snapped his fingers for a beer. Looking at the bill, it was really expensive, actually more than three times that of similar bars. For the same price, you could have a jug of beer and enjoy a wild and sexy striptease show at a nightclub two streets away. Fang Senyan sat silently in his seat, feeling the quiet and elegant atmosphere, and his heart gradually calmed down.

There were many customers like him, so Fang Senyan didn't attract anyone's attention at all when he mixed in with the crowd. At about eleven o'clock, there was a small cheer and applause from the bar. Fang Senyan looked up and saw a middle-aged European man standing in the bar. This man had long golden curly hair and deep eyes. There was an old scar that went from his neck to the inside of his chest. Perhaps because he had been drinking, the scar was red and slightly swollen, like a mysterious centipede.

The man took the bartending tools. His movements had a flowing elegance. After tossing them casually, the glittering bartending shakers rotated at high speed in the air, refracting dreamy light. He held up three fingers, indicating that he was only mixing three drinks. Then, after a series of dazzling movements, three glasses of different shapes were placed on the table, and the glasses were filled with colorful liquids, like three colorful dreams.

The bartender smiled and stood up, bowing slightly:

"As usual, please bid, the first drink: Fiery Red Lips, starting price 500 (Hong Kong dollars)."

The customers below bid one after another, and finally the drink was bought for 1,000 Hong Kong dollars.

When the name of the second drink was announced, Fang Senyan's heart moved slightly, because the name "Shalka-Nek Brandy" that had been bothering him for several days was actually said from the bartender's mouth:

"The second drink, Shalka-Nek Brandy, price 1,500 Hong Kong dollars."

As soon as the name of this drink was announced, it seemed to be quite popular, and someone immediately interjected:

"2,000 Hong Kong dollars."

People continued to bid, and the price quickly soared to 3,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Selling a cocktail for this price was basically the limit. The person who started the bidding quoted a very reluctant 3,500 Hong Kong dollars. He would probably give up if someone raised the price again. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of violent braking and drifting outside the bar, and then the door was suddenly pushed open. A girl in hot leather clothes and pants rushed in. Her cleavage was deep, but she had delicate features and was very charming. She looked like a wealthy mixed-race girl. As soon as she entered the door, she laughed loudly:

"Wow, finally made it, 5,000 dollars!"

This price should be able to overwhelm the audience, and the girl went straight to take the glass. But at this moment, a calm voice came from the corner of the bar:

"10,000 US dollars."

There was no doubt that the person who said this immediately became the focus of everyone's attention, but Fang Senyan had long looked at this society with a detached identity. He crossed his hands on the table, then took a sip of beer and said calmly:

"If no one raises the price, please bring the drink to me, waiter."

The girl was obviously a little surprised that someone dared to compete with her, and after recovering, she sneered:

"You think you can compete with me for something with ten thousand US dollars? Fifty thousand US dollars!"

"One hundred thousand US dollars." Fang Senyan still said lightly.

The girl hesitated immediately. Even though she came from a wealthy family, she had a good upbringing. If she spent more than 100,000 US dollars for a drink out of stubbornness and anger! Then she would really be severely scolded by her father! She didn't know if it was anger or rage, but her bulging chest rose and fell slightly, revealing a touching temptation of a green fruit that had matured. However, her dark eyes turned, and she suddenly said slyly:

"Who knows if you have a hundred thousand US dollars? Scottish Bagpipes never accepts credit cards."

Fang Senyan bent down and took out a silver combination lock suitcase from under the table, and nonchalantly threw it onto the table and opened it. Inside, stacks of bundled green banknotes slid out.

"Welcome to check the money at any time... I'll give you ten seconds to take out one hundred thousand and one US dollars or more, otherwise, please bring me the drink, thank you."

The young girl had obviously made a cocoon for herself. Even if she could afford a higher price, she would never carry a suitcase full of US dollars around! So her face turned green and red, and she froze on the spot. The bartender had no choice but to turn around and look at the owner's expressionless face. After gritting his teeth, he picked up the drink and walked towards Fang Senyan.

But at this moment, the girl sneered and waved her hand! With a "啪" sound, she knocked the glass of Shalka-Nek brandy that the bartender was holding away! Fang Senyan's pupils suddenly contracted. He didn't expect the girl to be so arrogant that she would do such a thing. In great anger, he slammed the table and stood up, and the glass he was holding was directly crushed by his force. The remaining glass mixed with the wine splashed and shot out! At this time, the eyes of everyone in the bar were focused on him!

Fang Senyan stood up, his face shadowed in the darkness, then walked towards the girl who was smiling coldly with her arms crossed, and said lightly:

"Well done."

The girl said contemptuously:

"You idiot, what do you want? What can you do? Try touching me?"

At this time, two customers also stood up, both young and strong men, obviously wanting to act as bodyguards. They walked up and mocked:

"If I were you, I would get out of here right now."

Fang Senyan suddenly struck, grabbed a man's hair, and heavily bent his knee to smash his face! At the same time, the other man roared and swung a beer bottle at the top of Fang Senyan's head! The beer bottle shattered instantly, and shards flew. A blood-like red snake meandered down. Fang Senyan nonchalantly let go of his hand, letting the handful of messy hair and bloody scalp fall. The severely injured man slumped softly to the ground, obviously unconscious.