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Everyone's eyes were focused on Garion, making him feel uneasy. Gary raised his glass and said stupidly, "When the imperial government is willing to give in, I'll finish the novel." By the way, tonight's table is mine, and I hope you can have a good drink. ”

Hearing that Garion was willing to give them a waiver, the group raised their glasses, and Manet said to him, "Come, this cup to the great author." ”

"To the great author."

"I wish '1984' can be finished soon."

Garion quickly raised his glass and drank the remaining half of the gin in the glass. Alcohol rushed to his mind, and a feeling of dizziness made him put down his glass, and vaguely listened to them talk about complex techniques such as the outline and outline of lines, the application of two different pigments, and so on.

Manet glanced at Garion and asked, "By the way, Lord Garion, have you written any new books lately?" Anyway, did you write the book "The Sixth Prison"? Why do the styles look so similar? ”

The overly drunk Garion was just as much, shaking his glass and whispering, "Shh......h Be quiet, who doesn't have a few pen names these days? ”

Manet was stunned for a moment, then smiled the same knowingly.

However, a noise behind him interrupted the conversation between the two, and Garion turned around, and the guests at the other table made a big noise, and the crisp sound of the wine bottle falling on the floor attracted everyone's attention.

"Don't worry, that's how it is, drunken guests start making trouble, and then the bar owner will come out and fix the problem." ”

"You, yes, what do you see!"

A rough and savage voice interrupted Bolster's words, and one of the drunken fellows pointed at Garion's group, staggered over to the front, and said, "Look at it again?" ”

"The bar owner doesn't seem to have come up to clear the way?"

Garion teased that he didn't want to take care of these menacing guys, but the silence didn't stop in moderation, but became more and more ugly insults.

Garion looked around and noticed that the faces of the people around him were all very ugly. staring at the drunken guy,

He whispered, "Have you ever fought before?" ”

Both Cézanne and Manet nodded, and as down-and-out artists, they both had an urge to take the plunge. Even Cézanne clenched his hands into fists with the strength of the wine.

"Okay."

"You let go of the fight, I'll take care of everything."

Garion grabbed the bottle, stood up abruptly, and slammed the bottle into his head just as the group thought they were admitting.

There was a clang, accompanied by a woman's scream, and the glass bottle was torn apart on his head. Garion stepped forward and kicked the drunk hard at him.

The people around him quickly moved out of the way, intending to watch a good show.

Garion held half of the wine bottle and pointed at them and scolded, "What the we literati don't have a temper and don't fight!" Fuck you! I'll let you see today, our fists are as strong as the water storage pen, on! ”

The people in the back were stimulated by Garion's words, and their brains heated, and they picked up their chairs and rushed towards the other table of shouting guys, and Zola also picked up the bottle and ran forward. The originally aggressive side suddenly froze after seeing this formation. There were at least ten people on the other side, but there were only three or four of them, and one had been lifted to the ground by a wine bottle.

The situation of the fight turned into a one-sided beating, and the thick oak chairs smashed them, and the down-and-out artists seemed to want to vent their previous grievances.

By the time the patrolling police arrived at the scene, there was nothing but a group of guys crying for mercy and artists who had gone crazy. In one corner of the tavern, the beaten cups and plates were in a mess, and the police immediately took out their batons and rushed forward to detain the group.

Only Garion held two wine bottles, pointed to a few people on the ground and said, "Come on, I, Garion, am not even afraid of the Russian turntable, and I will be afraid of you bastards!" Don't lie down, get me up and continue! ”

The patrolling sergeant originally wanted to take them to the police station to record a confession, but when he saw Garion, his face suddenly changed.

There will be no mistake, the face that made him go from disgust to fear is carved into his heart like a stone carving.

Now it is different from the past, the blacklist guests who were originally hated by the police department have become the guests of the Bonaparte royal family, for this reason, Princess Mathilde also privately went to the Paris police chief Espinas, not to have any thoughts about her guests.

Faced with the Bonaparte royal family, which was above the law, Espinas naturally did not dare to make a mistake. Even guaranteed that as long as Garion was not a felony, everything else could be turned a blind eye.

"Wait."

The sheriff waved his hand, motioning for them not to take anyone away. After checking that Garion and his party were not injured, he walked up to the injured person who had been beaten, crouched down, and asked with concern, "How are you?" The injuries were not serious. ”

"Sir."

The person who was beaten said weakly, "Look at the way I look now, isn't it serious?" Quickly arrest this group of people back and lock them up. ”

The sheriff held his baton on his chin, took a closer look, and said, "It's not too serious, I heard that you went to provoke people first, forget it, I didn't see this time to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, you can go." ”

"Wait, what do you mean you haven't seen? Apparently they did it first! yes, the guy sitting in the chair. ”

Unconvinced, the other party grabbed the sheriff's boot and said, "This group of people injured us like this, shouldn't we be compensated and detained?" ”

The sheriff looked at him with an indifferent look and asked sharply, "Okay, according to picking quarrels and provoking trouble, you guys will also go back to the police station with me to detain and detain, go!" ”

The group of people who were beaten were confused, and it was clear that they were the victims, but as soon as the police came in, they were first caught and questioned.

"You idiots, you don't know what kind of trouble you're incurring. Get out of here before I have a seizure. ”

"No, why do you want us to get out, these people are the culprits!"

"Shut up."

The sheriff finally couldn't stand it anymore, he grabbed the other party's collar, and said word by word, "The person who beat you just now, even I have to bow my head when I see him, you idiot, he is a distinguished guest of the royal family of Bonaparte." ”

The man suddenly woke up in fright, and looked at Garion in the oak chair with a panicked look.

"You know by now what trouble you've gotten into, right?"