Luckily, there was a parking space right next to the entrance!
"Hold on tight."
Su Wei said something in a low voice and suddenly turned the steering wheel.
The car shook violently.
Then, it stood firmly across the entrance of the tavern.
It was less than half a meter away from that heavy oak door.
The bear's head on the back of the truck is facing the main gate.
Those unseeing eyes seemed to be staring at everyone about to walk out of that door.
The surroundings fell silent instantly.
Several patrons who were smoking by the door were stunned by the scene, not even noticing that their cigarette butts had fallen onto their boots.
They stared wide-eyed at the steel behemoth that had appeared out of nowhere, and at the even more terrifying load on it.
Inside the car.
Su Wei were put out of service.
Remove the key.
The mechanical vibration that coursed through my body disappeared.
Only the scorching heat emanating from under the pickup truck's hood continued to distort the surrounding cold air.
"Get off."
Black pushed open the back door.
A strong smell of alcohol and tobacco wafted from under the tavern door.
Su Wei opened the car door, her snow boots stepping onto the hard ground.
He straightened his collar, turning up the sweat-soaked shirt collar to cover his neck.
Then, he went around to the back of the car.
The enormous bear paw was suspended in mid-air.
The moose antlers pointed menacingly towards the sky.
Su Wei raised his head and looked at the tightly closed oak door.
The noise inside remained unchanged.
Chapter 123 The Suffocating Tavern: Who is the Real Hunter? (6000 words! Please subscribe!)
The heavy oak door creaked open with a dull thud as Su Wei pushed it open.
A strong gust of air hit Su Wei's cold face.
It smelled of cheap tobacco, burnt animal fat, cheap alcohol, and musty, stale wood chips.
There was also the overwhelming hormonal scent of men.
The door hinges turned, making a harsh, grinding sound.
The previously noisy commotion abruptly ceased.
Su Wei stepped across the threshold.
The cold behind me was kept out by the door, leaving only the dust floating in the dim light of the room.
The tiny dust particles remained still in the beam of light.
He stood at the doorway, not moving.
Because Black was standing just half a step behind him.
The legendary hunter, known as the Old Devil, didn't rush in. He simply stood on the doormat, leisurely brushing non-existent snowflakes off his shoulders.
Then, the pair of old, muddy military boots were rubbed vigorously on the rough doormat.
"Swish, swish."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was remarkably clear in the suddenly silent Broken Blade Tavern.
The bartender behind the counter, who was wiping glasses, stopped his mechanical circling motions, the cloth hanging over the rim of the glass.
The one-armed man who had been playing with a hunting knife in the corner put away the blade, his eyes sharp.
Even the young man next to the pool table, who was about to bend down and strike the ball, froze in place, gripping the cue stick in an odd and ridiculous posture.
Dozens of eyes, as if they had planned it, all turned to look at us at once.
There was no goodwill in those gazes, only scrutiny, vigilance, rejection, and the disdain for outsiders within this closed circle.
Everyone stared at him, their eyes full of assessment and evaluation, judging his worth.
This is a newcomer; I've never seen her before.
Soon, someone made a judgment.
"Is this the Asian kid Black took in?"
In the crowd, someone muttered something under their breath, their tone filled with undisguised contempt.
He looks like a student who hasn't been weaned yet.
A suppressed chuckle echoed from the dimly lit corner.
A few days ago, the hunter community was rocked by an incident that caused a huge uproar.
That was Su Wei.
The legendary hunter Black, known for his aloofness and strictness, has surprisingly taken on an apprentice!
It's worth noting that a wealthy man from San Francisco once paid $50,000 to book Black's three-day guided tour.
Later, they offered $150,000 to buy Black's apprenticeship.
Black refused outright.
Later, someone even offered $200,000!!
A full two hundred thousand!
But Black still refused!
And now, Su Wei, a young man of Chinese descent, has emerged.
Did he become Black's apprentice?
The hunter community has long wanted to see what Su Wei's composition is!
Look at what kind of person could become Black's apprentice!
Therefore, when Su Wei followed Black in...
Almost everyone was scrutinizing him.
However, most people were somewhat disappointed.
A fair-skinned Chinese boy, even though he appeared tall.
But he completely lacks the masculinity of a hunter!
There was no smell of tobacco or alcohol on him, and the smell of gunpowder was almost undetectable!
Su Wei remained expressionless.
His heartbeat was eerily steady.
He did not avoid those aggressive gazes, nor did he glare back defiantly.
He simply unbuttoned the top two buttons of his windbreaker with a nonchalant expression, revealing the shirt underneath, which had been soaked with sweat but then dried.
He was adjusting his breathing.
The lingering power from hunting the giant bear still spurred him on, leaving him completely unfazed by the malicious stares.
This is the local hunter community of the Kodiak hunters.
They are xenophobic and hostile towards strangers; there is only one way to gain their approval.
That tells them that you are a real hunter, and that you have successfully hunted a prey worthy of earning points!
But at the same time, they are also very hospitable and warm towards their own people.
Of course, you first need to gain their approval.
Black took a step forward, his gray eyes merely sweeping across the room indifferently.
"Splash."
The crowd automatically parted to form a path.
The burly men who had been loitering in the aisle instinctively turned to the side, pulled in their bellies, and retracted their large, space-consuming feet, obediently making way for each other.
He earned this position through decades of hunting experience, with walls covered in the heads of wild beasts, by fighting his way through the Alaska wilderness, one sword and one gun.
Even now, Black remains the highest mountain in Kodiak!