My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 310 - 209: Sighing at How Few Have Returned from the Jianghu_3

Chapter 310: Chapter 209: Sighing at How Few Have Returned from the Jianghu_3

Lip Piercing’s thuggish grin was one every guy would recognize.

The so-called beverage was probably just taurine effervescent tablets or something like that...

"Yeah," Hu Dazhi nodded absentmindedly.

His gaze still circled around Brother Biao and his companion, seemingly plotting something in his mind.

However, he completely missed that near their heads, not far above, the focus of a surveillance camera subtly shifted...

...

"... I’ve got the drinks all ready!"

Meng Lang, looking at the surveillance footage on his phone, had an epiphany.

"A bar... conflict... I see now!"

Having seen the whole scene and adding the intelligence he had, he kind of understood what had happened tonight.

But...

"Why does this video still have audio?"

Meng Lang pointed at the video and wondered curiously.

Although current surveillance systems can usually record audio, where is this? A bar!

A complete noise concentration camp!

There’s music playing on stage, and just a meter or two away, you can hardly hear anything, let alone from afar.

Yet, the voice that just came through his earpiece was crystal clear, without any noise...

That was quite magical.

[My algorithm core includes "image recognition" and "voice recognition."

The background noise here is strong, but I can filter out the noise and extract the target audio signal alone.

Although limited by the sensitivity of the audio receiving hardware and only able to use a fuzzy algorithm, I can’t restore it 100%.

However, human facial muscles and lip shapes are patterned when speaking, and I can identify and build a corresponding model to deduce what they said.

Finally, by mutually verifying the results of both, the restoration accuracy can reach above 95%.

Of course, this set of calculation formulas is a bit CPU-intensive, so it can’t achieve simultaneous interpretation yet; the delay between video and audio is about 0.5 seconds.]

Damn!

Meng Lang felt his teeth ache.

In just this short time, you’ve even mastered lip reading...

A delay of 0.5 seconds and it’s not considered simultaneous interpretation anymore?

Is that not a bit too Versailles!

Meng Lang felt that if he stayed with this thing for too long, he might start to think that the human species is just a bunch of morons...

He ranted mentally for a while.

Watching Hu Dazhi and his group on the phone, he couldn’t help but smack his forehead.

Little did he expect that the place where Cheng Biao and Hu Dazhi would clash was this bar...

Initially, in the original timeline, both parties would have just started fighting without a word.

Hu Dazhi thought having more people would be advantageous, but they ended up being counter-killed, and Brother Biao’s group also ended up behind bars; both sides were worse for the wear.

Gang grudges just ended up as gang issues...

But now, the "devil" in Brother Biao’s minds had been forcefully suppressed by his own actions, resulting in only a war of words today...

And it seemed Hu Dazhi had gotten the short end of the stick?

This group feeling shortchanged would naturally not be in high spirits.

Feeling down, they naturally turned their attention to some beautiful girls...

[Fate is a labyrinth with multiple layers of interpretation, where signals and dead ends intertwine, and characters and plots confuse, truly leaving observers dumbfounded.]

Meng Lang was indeed a bit dumbfounded.

Little did he expect that the whirlwind stirred by his own little wings would circle back to him...

Truly, fortunes are fickle!

"Zeng zeng! Zeng zeng! Ding ding dong dong!" Just then, a series of electronic guzheng tones interspersed with flute sounds pierced the brief silence.

Lights surged, illuminating the entire stage.

"Wow!"

"Liunian Band! Liunian Band! Liunian Band!"...

The young people in the dance floor began to cheer!

He looked up and saw several musicians in antiquated Han attire begin to play.

The figure at the center of the band was particularly striking.

"Tsk! Trouble indeed comes in beautiful packages..."

Meng Lang stared at Lin Haitang, unable to resist remarking.

No wonder Lin Haitang just had light makeup on instead of her usual performance attire; so today was a "Hanfu Theme Concert".

Now, Lin Haitang in a red vibrant outfit, with billowing sleeves, dressed up like a dashing female knight.

Her flowing long hair, a slender figure, a blend of Eastern female delicacy and boldness perfectly embodied by Lin Haitang...

[My sword, where does it belong, love and hate, hard to focus on just one.

My saber, slicing through the sky, right and wrong, understood yet not understood...]

A version of Brother Jian’s "Sword and Saber," though sung by a woman, was rendered with the romantic sentiment of a martial heroine, intoxicating to listen to.

Come to think of it, it seems that every time he comes to the bar, this fellow has a different style.

English songs, pop songs, traditional music... Does this guy change his musical style so easily?

He can cook as well as argue in court...

This truly is a shape-shifter...

[Arriving in haste, departing in haste, regretting not meeting,

Love in haste, hate in haste, all go with the wind,

A laugh, a sigh, enjoying a lifetime,

Grieving a lifetime, who will share life and death with me...]

Meng Lang silently enjoyed the moment, then his gaze moved past the wildly waving arms of the enthusiastic crowd, resting finally on Hu Dazhi and his group.

Yeah! Confirming by their looks, they are undoubtedly men smitten beyond reason...

"Sigh!" Meng Lang sighed helplessly and slowly turned to leave.

"The world is like a tide, people like water, only lamenting few returns in the rivers and lakes...."