At this moment, Carson and Larson weren't the only ones entering the "Turn Turn Turn" bar; five or six other people followed behind, chatting and laughing as they all walked in together.
"Dad, they're here again," the bar's young bartender muttered.
As soon as these men entered, they drew the attention of everyone in the bar, including the young bartender and the other customers, who couldn't help but show expressions of disgust.
They hated these guys because they always ruined the drinking atmosphere.
Just then, an elderly bar owner walked out from the kitchen, his face showing signs of a headache.
"They're back again? Put them in a quiet area. Give them plenty of drinks to keep them calm. After all these years, they won't go too far as long as they're treated well, thanks to my face."
"Father, can't we just kick them out?" the bartender asked.
"Kick them out? These guys are well-known in the town. If you kick them out today, tomorrow they'll be doing something nasty right outside your door. You can't reason with them; they're just a bunch of troublemakers," the bar owner said helplessly. After all these years, they had gotten used to it, and he had no good way to deal with them.
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...
Now, all he hoped for was that every time these men came, their violent behavior would be kept to a minimum.
By humbling himself to negotiate with them, they might calm down a bit before getting too drunk.
The young bartender was deeply frustrated. These guys were absolutely awful, and there was nothing he could do. He often had to clean up after them when they left, picking up the mess they made. Every time he cleaned up, a wave of anger built up in him. He really wanted to punch them in the face—fight fire with fire—but sadly, he was too weak and couldn't take on these crazy guys.
When his anger reached a boiling point, he thought about video games. At least playing those could help relieve his frustration—it was a very reasonable outlet...
Wait...
Hold on...
The young bartender's eyes widened slightly.
If video games could help ease his anger, could they work for these guys too?
"Dad, I... I think I have an idea to get them to calm down."
"Hm?" the bar owner looked at his son in confusion.
"What idea?"
"I'm not sure if it'll work, but I want to try."
The bar owner thought for a moment and said, "Go ahead, but be careful, son. I don't want to be paying for your hospital bills."
"Don't worry."
With a confident look, the young bartender walked over to the rowdy group and invited them to a spot in the bar with a good view, where they could watch the live football match on a large screen. He quickly prepared drinks for them, providing attentive service.
Carson and his group were quite pleased and immediately began loudly drinking together.
Meanwhile, the football match on the TV had just started.
The players on the field were intensely competing, and these men began shouting the names of their favorite football stars, hoping they would perform well in the match.
At that moment, the young bartender brought out a gaming console, the latest from Suri Electronics, along with a slightly smaller TV, which caught some of their attention.
Naturally, the loudest members of the group noticed what the young bartender was doing, but they didn't quite understand what he was up to.
On the other side, the football match was not going in the direction Carson and his group wanted, and their emotions started to become unstable.
Another bartender, noticing the situation, was about to step in to calm them down, but the bar owner stopped him and shook his head.
"I want to see what my son plans to do."
The bar would eventually belong to his son, and he was curious to see how he would handle situations like this in the future. It was a good opportunity to test his approach.
At worst, they'd lose a bit of money, but unless his son got hurt, everything else was acceptable.
"If they break something, especially that TV, we'll be in big trouble," the bartender warned.
"I can handle that loss. Let's see how it goes," the bar owner replied.
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"Damn! Blair, if you're not good enough, get off the field! What's that terrible smell?" someone yelled.
"Damn it! I'm losing money again today!" another shouted.
"Did you bet on the wrong team again? I've told you so many times not to bet the opposite! Every time you pick the winning team, they end up losing!"
The rowdy group was getting louder, and it seemed like things might turn violent.
Meanwhile, the young bartender remained calm and focused, setting up the gaming console and inserting a FIFA game disc.
Soon, a cool 3D animation of football appeared on the small TV screen.
Carson accidentally glanced in the young bartender's direction and couldn't help but be drawn in by the display on the TV.
The big screen showed the football match with a tense atmosphere, and his mood soured. He didn't want to keep watching, which led him to focus on the other TV instead.
The young bartender was skillfully adjusting the gaming console, setting up the game's main screen. He selected the two teams that were currently playing on the big screen and started controlling the team that was losing.
Of course, the team names were a little altered, but anyone paying attention could tell which teams they were supposed to be.
"Hey, look at that TV," Carson was completely captivated by the small TV now, noticing that the young bartender seemed to be controlling one of the teams in the game.
This intrigued him greatly.
His companion, still in a bad mood, was getting annoyed.
"Why? You want to fight someone? Fine, tell me who."
"Forget that, just look at the TV over there!" Carson slapped his friend on the back of the head to wake him up a little.
The friend rubbed the back of his head, grumbling, but after a few minutes of watching, his attention was drawn to the small TV as well.