Chapter 179, don't spit when you speak

Guards surrounded the tavern.

Let the bartenders who were preparing for the opening also stop their work.

He could only sit aside and watch the captain of the guard and Fang Hao talking not far away.

"That's how things went. Although I will testify for you, he is the son of the chief of the interior after all. It's hard to say how the situation will progress." The captain of the guard sat on the wooden chair and explained what had just happened.

Boom!

Not far away, the rough ceramic cup that the proprietress was wiping fell to the ground, and she hurriedly bent over to pick it up.

She was reminding just now that the shop opposite had offended a big man, the son of the house chief.

As a result, the store cannot be opened or sold.

Fang Hao hadn't left the house yet, so he gave it to the son of the house chief.

It's hard not to feel guilty now.

The sudden sound only made the two chatting look at it, and then continued the topic just now.

"How will it be resolved in general?" Fang Hao asked.

"It's hard to say. For some reason, the city lord has left many things to the general manager, all his sons..." The captain paused slightly, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Well, I understand." Fang Hao nodded.

Not long after, the news that the city lord was invited came.

Fang Hao and An Jia were led towards the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

On the way, An Jia said curiously, "Let's run."

"What are you running, what are we running for, and the city owner of the other party is not as good as you, there is nothing to fear." Fang Hao said in a low voice.

Cyril is the city lord and only a blue fifth-order hero.

In the battle, it may not be possible to beat An Jia.

"I'm not afraid that you are in danger." An Jia said again.

"It's okay, I brought the teleportation scroll. By the way, is the chief's son seriously injured?"

"not dead.

"

"That's fine."

After crossing the street, the two came to the City Lord's Mansion.

in the hall.

In addition to the city lord Cyril, who had met once, there was also a tall and thin middle-aged man with curly hair.

"Lord City Lord." Fang Hao nodded.

"Sit down, Mr. Fang Hao."

Fang Hao took An Jia and sat down beside him.

"My house chief said that your guard attacked his son, I want to know the situation." Cyril said flatly.

It doesn't sound like favoritism.

"Yes, but the cause of this incident was Mr. Manager's son, who wanted to take my mount and pulled out his long sword under the advice of the guards," Fang Hao explained.

boom!

The tall and thin general manager's face flushed red, he clapped his hands on the table, stared at Fang Hao and began to scold him loudly.

"Full of nonsense, you savages from the countryside dare to attack public officials in the city of Purul, it's really big..."

Halfway through the words, he swallowed hard.

A gorgeous white dagger shaped like the crown of a sword head had already touched his throat.

"Speak well, and then spit, and I'll open a hole for you." Fang Hao said in a deep voice.

It was obvious that the other party did not come to reason.

Of course, Fang Hao also prefers a simpler way.

"Okay, you all sit back." Cyril spoke again.

The Chief of Internal Affairs stepped back a little bit, opened a certain distance, and then continued: "Sir City Lord, he dares to display his weapon here, it is simply unforgivable."

Cyril frowned and looked at him, scolding the old man for being dizzy with anger.

Are you afraid of Fang Hao below?

That leisurely look is like a hall in his own house.

Fang Hao's identity has always been a mystery. Destroying the long-running bandit camp in one day proves that there are many troops behind him.

Can you move him yourself?

Go to war with a city for your troubled son?

is it possible?

"Okay, I have also learned about this matter. Both sides have mistakes. I will arrange for someone to treat your son. That's all." Cyril said directly.

Don't mention who is right or wrong, just take it straight.

The Chief of Internal Affairs frowned, and just as he was about to protest, he saw the warning in Cyril's eyes.

All the hatred can only be swallowed, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I will listen to the Lord of the City, and forget about this matter."

"Haha, okay, Mr. Fang Hao, how do you feel?" Cyril looked at Fang Hao, "This is Purul City after all, and beating people is a bit too much after all."

"Listen to Lord City Lord." Fang Hao smiled slightly.

The things that worried everyone were resolved so quickly.

Cyril and the first-hand good mud, no one is right or wrong, both sides are wrong.

That's how it happened, no one mentions it.

Of course, Fang Hao was very satisfied with this result. After all, it was not his own who was beaten.

The head of the housekeeping left in a huff.

Fang Hao stayed and continued: "Sir City Lord, I have a crush on a shop, just set it down and see how much it costs."

"Okay, which one did you like?" Cyril asked curiously.

"On the commercial street, opposite the Rose Tavern."

"Oh? Are there any vacant shops on that street? It seems that you are lucky." Cyril said in surprise.

"maybe."

The shop has been closed for two years because it offended the son of the house chief, and no one dares to buy it.

The proprietress was still mentioning this matter to him just now, and now it's alright, you don't have to worry so much, people have been beaten by An Jia, so there is no offense or offense.

"Someone." Cyril shouted.

A waiter came in from the side, "Sir City Lord."

"Take Mr. Fang Hao to handle the shop."

"Okay, Mr. Fang Hao, miss, please come with me."

The waiter left with the two of them and went through the shop procedures.

The price is even more ridiculous, making him think about whether to build a city and make money by building houses.

This is so violent.

After completing the formalities, you need to send the money to the City Lord's Mansion within three days, then you can take the deed and officially become the owner of the property.

The two walked out of the City Lord's Mansion while talking.

...

Inside the pub.

"I dare say, he can't get out." A bartender moved the table and chairs, talking about what happened just now, "It's been so long since I went to the City Lord's Mansion, I think my head has been chopped off."

"It's not necessarily. People from other places still have money. That old guy only dares to bully people in this city, and those from other cities don't dare."

"Only the living are the rich and the poor," the bartender continued.

Squeak!

The door was pushed open again, and the dazzling sunlight shot in, causing several people to narrow their eyes slightly.

Fang Hao sat down in front of the bar again, and An Jia also sat aside.

The bartenders stared at each other.

Even if it's okay, it won't come back so soon.

"Solved?" The proprietress was also a little surprised. Everyone in the city knew that the house chief was even more difficult to deal with than a rogue.

Coming out so quickly, these two young people must have a lot of backgrounds.

"It's resolved." Fang Hao continued: "You haven't finished telling the story of this reward."