Annecillin laughed enough, drank the little lemon juice left in the cup, looked at Leloa, who ignored him on the side, waved the cup in his hand, and said, "Don't be angry, do you want to refill the cup?"

"Yes, put half more sugar. Leloa still grimaced, but immediately handed the cup over.

Shaking his head helplessly, Enaciillin quickly pulled the boat to the shore with psionic energy and went ashore unhurriedly.

"I suggest you go fast, or the boss will be beaten. Minno's voice sounded in his head.

Someone came to trouble the boss?Minno's words made Ernacillirin frown, and his pace quickened a lot.

Before Enacillicillin had reached the front half of the restaurant, he heard a few words such as:

"Old thing, you dare to open your shop!"

"Hurry up and call those people out, don't even think about opening up here if you don't change your name!"

"(expletive) I'd like to see what fool who doesn't know the rules dares to come here, doesn't he know what Ziluo is doing?"

As soon as these words reached Enercillin's ears, they were followed by the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground and the sound of chaotic footsteps, and the group of Ziluo seemed to have begun to smash them.

But before Ernacillin could put down his cup and rush over, the smashing sound had subsided a lot, and at the same time, several rugged men with sticks were swearing and scolding, as if they were still discussing what to do with the two of them who came to dine.

"Hey, look at that guy, there's two cups in his hand. It's better to cut him first, so that he knows the fate of not following the rules!"

The few people with sticks in their hands pointed to Enaxiline, who had just put down two cups, and their expressions were like seeing a big fat sheep that had been tied up and could be slaughtered.

Ernacillin, who was regarded as a big fat sheep, looked at them in confusion, and pulled the straps on the cuffs to avoid the sudden opening of the straps to affect the play when there would be a conflict.

"Hey, over there, do you know that Ziluo has a ban and can't come here to eat?" shouted a rugged man with a big beard with a very bad attitude.

"I don't know. Ernacillin innocently pushed down his glasses, he really didn't know. The boss only said that they had to pay a certain fee to Ziluo, but did not say that they would not let him open it.

"I don't know?" the bearded man looked at what he was wearing, the fabrics were all good types, and they didn't look like the clothes that the people of the South Docks would wear.

He suddenly realized that the sheep in front of him were not ordinary fat.

"It's okay if you don't know. The bearded man grinned and showed a solemn smile, "I don't look like the people here, since you don't know, then we won't do it, and we will collect a symbolic fine." It's not much, just fifty silver lake, how about it?"

Fifty silver Lake?

Enasilin looked at them in amazement, this fee was more than Mafia at its peak. It seems that this Ziluo is either not small, or has too much appetite.

"Fifty silver Lake, that's not good, where can I get so much money?" Enacillin, whose monthly salary is only four and a half of a gold lake, shook his head decisively and refused.

Although he couldn't really give them money, he was shocked by the one-time offer of one-fifth of his salary.

Ernacillic is also considered a middle and high-income class, and fifty silver lake is a lot of money for him, not to mention the low-income class here at the South Wharf, fifty silver lake is likely to be a month's income for a whole family.

"No, then there's no way, hit me! Hit him until he gives it!" the bearded man gave the order, and several big men all raised their sticks and surrounded them with a smirk.

Seeing this, Enasilin threw out the "upside-down studio" without hesitation and directly dragged several big men into it.

Several of the big men were just ordinary people, and the innate trace of spirituality allowed them to use the catalyst to obtain a much stronger physique than ordinary people.

Where had they ever seen such a strange and novel method as "upside down the studio"? They were so surprised that they couldn't help but scold in disguise.

"(EXPLETIVE) What the hell is this place!"

"He's a psychic!"

"(foul mouthed) It doesn't matter who he is, let's talk about it!"

Ernacillin did not pause at all, relying on his absolute control of the force in the "Upside Down Studio", he snapped his fingers four times in a row, and directly turned the "Upside Down Studio" upside down, left and right, and turned it upside down, so that several big men were about to fall into a big cake, and one of them even fell to the ground with a fork.

Letting himself uncontrolled by gravity, Annecillin, floating in mid-air, leisurely watched the people who were about to fall into cakes, and then lazily landed on the ground, lifting the "upside down studio" effect.

"What's the matter, do you still have to charge?" Enasilin smiled and half-bent over his knees, looking at the few flatbreads that were slumped on the ground with interest, ah no, a few big men.

"No...... Don't take it, don't take it. You, you eat slowly, don't bother anymore. The bearded man limped to his feet, and haphazardly touched a stick from the ground as a crutch, and in one turn he made a fork and pulled at a certain important point.

Enaxirin squinted slightly, and watched thoughtfully as several big men crawled away from the rear.

Confirming that they had left, Enacyrin picked up the two cups again and walked to the antechamber.

"Boss, you're okay, are you?" Enaxiline arrived, and the boss had already helped up the toppled chair.

"It's okay, it's okay, but fortunately I don't have a lot of stuff, so there's nothing to smash. It's you, those bastards aren't bothering you, are they?" the boss waved his hand, signaling that he was fine.

"No, those guys are coming from behind. Enacillicillin smiled gently, "Are you free now? I'd like to have two more glasses of lemonade." ”

"No problem!" the boss cheerfully took the cup.

"Ah yes, add half to a cup of sugar, halve a cup of sugar, trouble. ”

When Enacillin returned with two glasses of lemon juice, he was greeted by Leloya's inquiring gaze.

"What are you doing, refilling the glass for so long?" Leloa leaned against the edge of the boat, looking at him quizzically.

Enaxiline handed him the lemon juice and sat back in his place, using his psionic energy to move the boat to the place before, and said, "Do you know Ziluo?"

"Ziluo, you know, you just got the name of 'Mafia of the Southern Docks' in the past two days. Leloya nodded, "I didn't pay attention to them before Mafia was there. ”

"Those people just saw it, right? Ziluo's, trying to blackmail me for fifty silver Lake. ”

"You didn't do it, did you?" Leloa's expression was strange, they were so good that they were official psionic envoys, and they wanted to go back and write a review.

"No, I got them into the Upside Down Studio a few times. Enacyrin shrugged his shoulders and smiled mysteriously, "I have an idea, are you interested in learning about it?"

"Tell me about it. ”

"I want to trouble Ziluo. ”