A battered bar sign hung crookedly on the wooden door, with a line of somewhat blurred writing that was difficult to decipher, like graffiti.
Behind the door sat a scruffy guard in a leather jacket, with a full beard, holding a loaded shotgun in his arms, lazily watching the movements inside and out of the bar entrance.
Zhou Qingfeng came searching from the ruined street, and when he was about a dozen meters from the bar, he attracted the attention of the armed guard.
The guard's face was hidden in the shadow of the wooden door, and before Zhou Qingfeng could get close, he shouted unceremoniously, "Stop! We don't welcome strangers here."
"I'm not a stranger once I'm here." Zhou Qingfeng appeared to be walking slowly, but as the guard shifted his gun barrel, Zhou suddenly accelerated, approaching like a wall in front of the guard, and reached out to grab his gun barrel.
