"Little bastard, let go of Uncle Ben quickly, otherwise Uncle I will kill your whole family. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" exclaimed the fat cook.

The expression on Bai Qi's face remained the same, but with a slight force under his feet, the fat cook arched like a shrimp, and his eyes were about to protrude.

"Brains are a good thing, but it's a pity you don't. He said indifferently.

Several soldiers pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and walked over.

"Who's making trouble?" said the leader.

As soon as the fat cook looked at people, it was as if he had seen a savior, and he was moved to tears and snot.

"Soldier, come and save me, the owner of the Night Stalker Tavern is my uncle. The fat cook directly showed his hole cards.

When the soldier heard this, a flattering look suddenly appeared on his face.

"It's Mr. Merck's nephew! As he spoke, the soldier looked at Bai Qi. "I want to see what kind of blind man dares to beat a good citizen in broad daylight. We will definitely punish this kind of bad behavior severely. ”

Merck in the soldier's mouth is the owner of the night owl tavern in the mouth of the fat cook.

Hearing the soldier's words, everyone in the audience scolded and shamelessly, and even didn't ask about it, and directly defined the fat cook as a "good citizen", and put the responsibility on Bai Qi.

However, there are also people who know that Merck, the owner of the Night Stalker Tavern, is a big man, with a deep background, and there are some doorways in both black and white, so the soldier will lick him so shamelessly after hearing that the fat cook is Merck's nephew.

The soldier at the head pulled out his sword and pointed at Bai Qi: "Stinky boy, let go of this nephew of Mr. Merck quickly, otherwise the soldier will make you look good later." ”

Bai Qi glanced at him and asked nonchalantly, "What's your name?"

The soldier was stunned, although he was not a good thing, he was slightly smarter than the fat cook, and he had some ability to look at people. After hearing that the fat cook was Merck's nephew, he pointed at him with a sword, but his face did not change.

The soldier looked at him twice, and felt that there was a kind of majesty of a big man in him, and the answer to his heart was probably the latter.

A fine cold sweat oozed from the soldier's forehead: he wouldn't be messing with some big guys.

So, he bowed slightly and asked cautiously, "I don't know you ・・・・・・ your name yet." ”

"White up. Bai Qi said indifferently.

"Whew!" The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar, but the soldiers were about to cry, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling.

The most mysterious and powerful businessman in Troo, even the local councillors are seeking his support, and Merck, the owner of the Night Stalker Tavern, is a fart in front of him. He actually provoked such a big man, what kind of blood mold did he pour into!The soldier lamented in his heart.

But the fat cook didn't seem to have heard of Bai Qi's name, and he still called there: "Soldier, what are you still doing? Don't arrest this kid quickly, or my uncle won't let you go." ”

The soldier still saves you, but I can't even save myself now.

He licked his face and said to Bai Qi flatteringly: "When I heard the magpie calling when I went out today, I knew that something good would happen." I was still thinking about what the happy event would be, but I met you Mr. Bai on the street, which was really a great happy event. ”

Everyone fell: This soldier doesn't even want any cheekiness, he doesn't blink his eyes when he talks nonsense, isn't he afraid of being struck by lightning?

Looking at the soldier's pompous appearance, it seemed to be true, and those who did not know thought that he was meeting the king in person, and he was honored to die.

"Happy event?" "Provoke me, you say it's a happy event?"

The soldier gasped, and said in his heart that this uncle seemed to be angry, and he didn't plan to let himself go easily.

"How do you say that・・・・・・ if you don't fight, you don't know each other! Yes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other. Through normal channels, how can a small person like me get acquainted with a big person like you!" the soldier said.

Bai Qi sneered: "Go on, if you can tell me the black one to be white, I will let you go." ”

The soldier's brain was running at high speed, and he flattered: "What I say about this black and white is counted, Mr. Bai, what you say." ”

The crowd of onlookers was dumbfounded, and the ignorant only scolded the soldier in their hearts for being shameless, but the smart people sighed that the soldier was really good at talking.

There is no one who has the ability to break this nonsense.

Bai Qi glanced at the soldier more, and then nodded: "Very good, you kid can speak." ”

Hearing this, the soldier's face was happy: Look at this posture, this uncle is ready to let himself go.

I heard Bai Qi ask again, "What's your name?" ”

"John, my name is John Grande. ”

"John Grande, I'll talk to your chief when I have time. Don't worry, I won't see people talking about people, and I will tell your superiors exactly what they are, word for word. Bai Qi said without being salty.

John's face turned pale suddenly, not because he was squeezed by Bai Qi's sentence "When you see people, you talk about people, and when you see ghosts, you talk nonsense", but because Bai Qi didn't plan to let him go. Once the chief learns about it, then he's finished.

Just as the soldier was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, Bai Qi said again: "However, I don't like to talk nonsense with those boring people. He gestured to the fat cook at his feet. "This fat man blackmailed me, if you can handle this matter well, I don't bother to talk to your chief. ”

After saying that, he removed the foot that was stepping on the fat man, took a step back, and motioned for the soldier to dispose of it.

The soldier looked at the fat man, and then at Bai Qi, wanting to cry without tears.

This is to roast him on the fire!

Bai Qi wants the soldiers to dispose of the fat cook, and if he doesn't, Bai Qi will trouble him, but if he does, Mr. Merck of the Night Stalker Tavern will definitely stand up for his nephew. Merck can't afford to mess with Bai Qi, so she can only trouble him.

It's a death story!

He thought about it, but it was still hard to mess with, so he gritted his teeth: "I will definitely satisfy you." ”

He beckoned to several of the other soldiers: "Brothers, come on, call me." ”

The other soldiers looked slumped, and their hearts didn't have such a thing, this was to pull them into the water together!

A few soldiers came up and beat the fat cook. When he was punched in the face with a fist, the fat cook was stunned.

"What are you doing? Do you want to die? Do you know who I am? I'm Mr. Merck's nephew・・・・・・ stop me・・・・・・ I won't let you go・・・・・・ don't fight・・・・・・ spare me・・・・・・ woo woo!"

From the clamor at the beginning, to the begging for mercy in the middle, to the last cry・・・・・・ why is this happening? Because the soldiers still wanted to do it lightly at first, so as not to offend the fat cooks very much, but they did not want to demolish them in vain. In desperation, several soldiers had to come and beat the fat cook to death.