Chapter 344: Seizing the Fried Chicken Shop

Wang Tao lazily stepped into the store: "Go ahead and look for them! Call your husband's cellmates and all the odds and ends. I'll clean them up today to save trouble."

When the woman saw Wang Tao, she couldn't help but twitch her lips, and said with an awkward smile: "When your mother was alive, this store was taken care of by me."

[To be honest, I've been using Reading Books to catch up on the latest updates recently, switching sources, and reading aloud with many voices. It can be used on Android and Apple. ]

Wang Tao said indifferently: "But now the premise is gone. I'm here to take back my store. Is there a problem with that?"

The woman slapped the big tweezers in her hand on the table and shouted angrily: "I'm now your guardian!"

Wang Tao sneered: "I'm sixteen years old and can support myself!"

"Either you get out now, or you call your lovers, best friends, old friends, etc., and I'll beat you all up and make you get out of here!"

The woman dialed quickly, and Wang Tao hugged his shoulders and looked at the unfamiliar things in the store.

Anyway, he wanted to come to this shop just to give Lan'er 400 yuan a week for living expenses. Thinking that this street will open a fried chicken shop that is open for two days and closed for five days, he can't help but feel happy.

Just when he was secretly happy, the system: "Ding, you watched the fried chicken shop and comprehended the [Delicious Chicken Nuggets Recipe]. You get experience points * 1 trillion times! Your experience has exceeded the limit!"

"Ding, you watched the fried chicken shop and comprehended the [Fragrant Chicken Popcorn Recipe]. You get experience points * 1 trillion times! Your experience has exceeded the limit!"

"Ding, you watched the fried chicken shop and comprehended the [Soul-stirring Chicken Steak Recipe]. You get experience points * 1 trillion times! Your experience has exceeded the limit!"

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Wang Tao thought in surprise: "No way? This is a bargain for Xiaolong!"

Just when Wang Tao was in a trance, footsteps sounded outside the door, and a group of people with hairtail tattoos and messy weapons in their hands rushed in together.

When he saw the lady boss, he called out, "Sister Mei, who are you going to beat up!"

Sister Mei at the counter gritted her teeth and said, "Wang Tao, since you are my nephew, I advise you to get out of here. I have been wearing your mother's leftover clothes since I was a child. She gave me the store because she owes me!"

Wang Tao was shocked by her reasoning. The ruffians waved their weapons and shouted, "Boy, why don't you ask around? This Lijing Street is our territory. Get out of here if you know what's good for you!"

The woman behind the counter said viciously, "Beat him until he is willing to hand over the property certificate!"

After saying that, she glanced at Wang Tao fiercely and grinned, "The surveillance cameras around me are all broken. If you don't want to find your damn parents, give me the property certificate as soon as possible, and I will be your rich second generation with your inheritance from now on!"

"Don't blame me for not being kind if you want to take over my fried chicken shop again!"

Several ruffians rushed up together, and Murong Jian quickly waved the mop pole to meet the enemy first.

His next mission is to protect the descendant of the master of the Return Hall. Even if he is beaten to death, Wang Tao must not be in trouble.

Of course, although Murong Jian is usually good at sword energy and speed, he is just not used to this drastic change in fighting style for a while.

If they really fight, eight or nine thugs are really not his opponents, and Wang Tao sneers at Sister Mei behind the counter.

It is people like her who cause a large loss of faith power.

Sister Mei is furious and calls to try to call more people.

Of course, she has been in the society for many years, and soon the second batch of thugs also rushed into this fried chicken shop.

From the equipment, they are from the same martial arts hall, and they are holding the same nunchaku in their hands.

Murong Jian is getting braver and braver. The mop stick in his hand is beaten with burrs, but he still laughs wildly: "With me here, no one can offend the power of my boss!"

Just when he was showing off, a piece of nunchaku hit him: "Fuck your mother!"