Chapter 85: 085: Where’s Your Treasure? (Part 1) [Ask for a Monthly Ticket]

Chapter 85 085: Where is your treasure (Part 1) [Seek a monthly ticket]

"Did you find those two little boys?"

"Boss, there are none here."

"Not here either."

"There is no one here in Dongfang..."

As the younger brother’s news came back one by one, the head of the strong man’s face became more and more livid, and finally he could only beat the earth wall angrily to vent his inner anger. He spat thick and thick scarlet saliva towards the base of the wall, and said viciously: "Get out, and catch it next time!"

The little brother also echoed and flattered: "That's right, Xiaocheng is our brother's territory, they will definitely not be able to escape!"

The headed strong man's face softened a little, he said: "Brothers have worked hard this trip, let's invite everyone to drink today."

The other gangsters were overjoyed when they heard the good news.

The business of merchants is sluggish, and those gangsters who make a living by oppressing merchants are not very happy, and they can't even collect a few "spending taxes". I used to be able to get some appetizers to go with the wine for a couple of liang, but now my mouth fades away. How can someone not like a treat?

Speaking of wine, someone witty brought over two familiar round-bellied wine jars, which were exactly the wine that Shen Tang had been knocked off the stall not long ago.

The head of the strong man: "Isn't it all smashed?"

The little brother said cleverly: "No, I took advantage of the chaos and hugged two jars."

Even if it’s low-quality rice wine sold along the street, it’s not something you want to drink, it’s a pity that it’s all ruined. He wanted to take advantage, so he secretly hugged two jars before opening the stall. Taking it out now is naturally to please the boss, try to show more face, and leave a deep impression.

In the future, if there are any benefits and fun things to do, maybe it will be his turn. It is not a dream to become the second son of the boss.

This group of gangsters went to the frequented wine shops, and the vendors avoided the roads they passed, for fear of being targeted by them and wanting to "pay tax".

The shopkeeper of the restaurant saw them all the way.

Cursing bad luck in my heart, this group of gangsters who drank Bawang wine seven out of ten times came again, but my business depended on them for protection, so I had to greet them with a joyful and flattering smile. He squeezed his throat and said: "What wind brought the uncle here?"

The strong man sat down and waved his hands: "Don't talk nonsense, serve our brother good wine and food, and I will pay for it today."

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he heard it.

As these gangsters came to drink more often, he also figured out the pattern—other gangsters like to pay on credit, and credit is dragged into bad debts, and they don’t pay much, but when their boss comes over and says "treat", they will definitely pay money. When paying, I also like to slap one coin on the table, and shout "pay the bill" with a loud voice, which is guaranteed to be heard by everyone in the restaurant.

The shopkeeper said: "Okay, let's serve wine."

It is said to be "good wine", but it is actually rice wine with extremely low alcohol content and a little sourness. People with better conditions would not like to drink this kind of wine.

The strong man took a sip and felt dull.

At this time, I thought of the wine they smashed.

The aroma of the wine was strong and overbearing, and just smelling it made him a little drunk, so he patted the red cloth cork off one of the jars and took a sip.

"Good wine!"

boom-

Almost at the same time as he was praising the table, a familiar face flew upside down and fell into the wine shop from the outside, rolled on the ground several times, and stopped when it hit the corner of the table. When the gangsters heard the movement, they looked towards the door in shock. I saw a slender young man standing at the door, accompanied by another young man in black. The former was still dragging with his right hand holding a sword, and his left hand slightly raised his hem, just about to withdraw his kicking foot.

Obviously, the kicker was the boy with the sword.

Seeing this, a gangster stood up abruptly, pointed at Shen Tang and said, "This person is a good girl! Boss, they are right!"

"Puchi—"

Accompanying Zhai Le almost didn't burst out laughing.

"Okay, you still dare to seek death!"

The strong man grabbed a pottery bowl with his right hand and smashed it on the table, picked up the fragments and stood up. The other gangsters followed suit, and the atmosphere in the restaurant instantly became tense. There are usually three or two kittens among customers. Seeing this situation, they hide in the corner wisely, for fear that they will be affected.

Upon seeing this, the shopkeeper of the restaurant hurried out to smooth things over.

But before he could open his mouth, a sufficient amount of silver ingot was thrown in front of him, which was thrown by the boy in black. Zhai Le said: "Go down, if you are accidentally injured, don't blame the young master for not reminding you."

"Yes, yes, little one, let's go!"

The shopkeeper was also a clever man, and ran out of the restaurant holding the silver ingot.

How much are the tables, chairs and drinks in the restaurant? Even if they were all smashed, the fist-sized silver ingots would be enough to pay for it. The most important thing is that this kind of person who loses money if they disagree with each other should be born in a rich family and should not be messed with. Take it when you see it, don't spoil others' interest.

The headed strong man spat in disdain.

"Just the two of you?"

Zhai Le said: "To be precise, it is Brother Shen."

"Yes, I am enough to send you to reincarnate as human beings." Shen Tang pointed his sword at them, and said in a low voice, "Are you all lining up one by one, or are you going to die together hand in hand?"

A group of gangsters thought they were listening to some funny joke.

One to beat a group of them?

Still want to send them to be reincarnated as human beings?

The leader of the group laughed angrily: "You can also learn to be a knight-errant at a young age! Okay! Since you want to seek death, I will help you! Come on, beat them all to death! If you can't kill me, I want you to die!"

Zhai Le, who was watching the play with his hands folded on his chest: "???"

Dodged to avoid the gangsters rushing towards him, and shouted: "Why? Brother Shen wants to single out a group of you, why beat me?"

Before he finished complaining, the long sword in Shen Tang's hand thumped, and almost brushed his nose and sank into the wooden pillar beside him, causing him to fall back violently in fright, and flipped back somersault. The gangster who was chasing and beating Zhai Le almost stopped the car, and the blade was only half a finger away from his neck.

Shen Tang gestured expressionlessly.

The long sword returned to her palm obediently, just in time for the crossbar to split the wooden table, wooden stool and wooden sticks that were thrown at her head. The gangster adapted to the local conditions, moved the wine jar from behind the counter as a weapon, and threw it at Shen Tang. Zhai Le shouted: "You don't have Wude!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up a wine jar and threw it out.

There was a bang.

Two wine jars collided in the air and shattered with the sound. The turbid wine spilled all over the ground. Zhai Le picked up the largest pottery and smashed it out.

Relying on brute force, kicking and punching.

The way of fighting is as chaotic as these gangsters.

Shen Tang: "..."

While fighting back, he "guided" Shen Tang: "Brother Shen, your way of fighting with your sword like this is wrong. To deal with this kind of bastard, you should punch to the flesh, flesh to flesh, fist to fist, that is a real man ,real man."

As he spoke, he suddenly became short, catching off guard the two gangsters who were about to attack, and his own person beat his own person.

He rolled to one side and swept with his long legs.

Jumped onto one of them, suffocating with his huge fist.

Shen Tang: "..."

She put away the sword.

Smother a person's nose with a fist.

The wine shop made crackling and beating sounds.

The movement disturbed half the street.

The wine jars were broken one after another, and the shopkeeper sometimes frowned in distress, and sometimes wailed while covering his heart—the cruel reality is so cold, only the big ingot in his arms can give him some warmth.

Not only the passing neighbors couldn't help stamping their feet and stretching their necks to watch the excitement, even the people in the remaining half street and the next street, who heard that this group of gangsters were reprimanded, also ran over to watch the scene.

Following the demolition-like movement, the gangsters were kicked out one by one, and the common people applauded. The brave ones keep getting closer, hoping to see the true face of the righteous ranger up close.

(end of this chapter)

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