"Refill!"

Doug waited for McGill to vomit and yelled.

Madison, who was already a little skilled, let go of the restaurant manager who had been forced to milk and continued to pour McGill.

Although the restaurant manager's face was very painful, when he saw Doug walking towards him, he still tried his best to use his mind to drive his not very obedient body, trying to get away from Doug as much as possible.

However, how could Doug, a healthy person, let a poisoned person run away?

He grabbed the restaurant manager's hair that was slippery like a catfish's body, and slammed down with a quick and precise vomiting punch, and the restaurant manager, who was already a little milky at the corner of his mouth, directly raised his head and sprayed out.

The milky white thick liquid, as if temporarily free of gravity, easily sprayed on the roof of the shed that was two and a half dougs high, thirteen feet, and nearly four meters high.

The whale oil chandeliers hanging under the dome have even been extinguished.

It's already spectacular.

The gentlemen present, where have they ever seen such a scene.

However, more spectacular is yet to come.

After the intermittent milk fountain was sprayed, the liquid that hit the dome was captured by gravity again.

There was a disgusting rain of vomiting throughout the restaurant.

Not only are the foods that may or may not be poisonous inedible, but expensive clothes at least need to be handled more complicated before they can continue to be worn.

The most important thing is that such a scene harms a very important thing for all the gentlemen present.

That's it – face.

An angry look appeared on their faces.

But can they resent Doug, who made the fountain with his own hands?

No!

They resent the New Haven Hotel, the restaurant in the New Haven Hotel that served poisoned food.

Madison and McGill were not spared, McGill, who already had his own vomit, was fine, and it didn't matter if he was sprayed a little more, and it wasn't a loss.

But Madison, dressed in a black waiter costume and covered in white milk vomit, looked like a Dalmatian.

If there were any gentlemen present, none of them survived.

Then it would be just Doug Claydon.

Doug punched out, and seeing that something wasn't right, he pulled over a rather large serving tray as a round shield, blocking the white turbidity attack from Skyrim.

The gentlemen who dine on the first floor of the New Haven Hotel may be very stingy and unwilling to pay a penny, but no one will deny the energy and influence they have.

Already full of anger, they are like a volcano that can erupt at any moment.

If it is not resolved, it may be a question of whether the New Haven Hotel will continue to exist in the future.

After all, the customer is the being, and the existence is everything.

The New Haven Hotel will only be able to maintain its operations when enough customers have arrived.

The astute waiter had already gone to the big boss when the other waiters were still in a daze.

The leg speed trained by the daily small report made him walk like flying.

Doug pulled a clean towel and, as if unimpressed, continued to punch McGill.

McGill continued to vomit.

As for the restaurant manager on the side, his current appearance is really too unsightly. Besides, he was dodging Doug's fist just now. Even if he begged for mercy, Madison didn't hear Doug's order to continue breastfeeding, and Doug had no desire to do it.

The leaves are falling outside the house, and it is raining inside the house, so let him go.

Doug waited for McGill to finish vomiting and asked, "Do you feel better?"

"Hmm...... Hmm......" McGill, who couldn't speak clearly, nodded.

Doug was a little relieved to see that McGill was still conscious.

Although Doug did not have a place for a lawyer in his original plan.

However, it is undeniable that the profession of lawyer has its reason as a gatedog and watchdog of the upper class in the United States.

Although the law in the United States in the mid-nineteenth century was very unsound, the lawyer was better than nothing.

Even if there is no way to use the law as your own weapon to obtain benefits, you must be proficient in the legal weapon to prevent other competitors from harvesting.

And now Doug has only one lawyer, McGill, so the current McGill must not have an accident.

Although Doug didn't know what was in the cheese that poisoned McGill, it didn't hurt to swallow a large amount of milk quickly after the symptoms appeared.

As long as it is not spoiled by itself, or contains a lot of toxic and harmful substances, milk is a natural and effective antidote.

In the case of heavy metal poisoning, high-protein foods such as milk can act as substitutes.

Replacing the cells of the human body, the heavy metal loses its original properties and reduces the binding to the functional proteins of the human body.

Although Doug does not understand the specific principles, there is no problem with practical application.

After two or three emetic inducements and a large amount of milk, McGill's pain from food poisoning has been greatly diminished at this moment.

Nowadays, the main source of pain does not come from the internal organs of the body, but from the surface of the body.

Although Doug tried to save McGill, he did not show any mercy.

An attack like his, even if it only hits an ordinary person, has the potential to make an ordinary person curl up like a shrimp, not to mention that McGill has taken three punches?

Despite its name, the New Haven Hotel is still an individually owned hotel.

From its humble beginnings, the hotel has grown into one of the largest hotels in the New Haven area over three generations.

The current de facto manager of the New Haven Hotel is the third generation of the Anthony family.

The Anthony family owns several inns and hotels in New England, but this is the only hotel like the New Haven Hotel that is the number one hotel in a city.

The New Haven Hotel is the basic plate of the Anthony family, and when the middle-aged little Anthony saw the panicked waiter and said that the hotel had a very bad food poisoning time, he immediately rushed over.

He strode ahead like the wind, asking the waiter like a cannon as he went.

This was supposed to be a pleasing moment in an American drama that showed the wisdom of the big guys, but it was all ruined by the waiters who were not so high-quality.

There are only smooth questions, no neat answers.

When little Anton arrived at the door of the hotel, he barely understood what happened in the hotel lobby restaurant.

However, he didn't scold anything, someone would deal with this inferior waiter.

What he needs now is to face the challenges and solve the crisis.