"At the recent banquet, the captain was not absent. But I heard from the waitress who served the wine, and she didn't seem to behave very naturally, you know, everyone was in awe of her, and she couldn't negotiate any business. ”

Lion's Candle Street, where Paul and Zaniu sit in front of the shop.

They set up a table on the steps, and no customer would go from it anyway, and the carriages that really ran the business came in and out of the goods alley at the back door, and Laurie looked after them.

"That old man sleeps less, gets up early, and although he looks unenergetic, he can work all day without rest."

It's been a few days since the brawl at the Surge Bar.

Since then, Ange's heart has become heavier than usual, and he is often wounded, and every day he goes out early and returns late, leaving his two brothers to do chores for Duheng.

No one knows what he's up to.

"Hey, you see, there are a few more shops, and it's different if someone is in charge."

Like a corpse being turned over, Paul shook his head sharply from side to side.

In the past, this street was not famous, and it can even be said that no one cared, but it is only recently that someone heard the word "lion candle" from the mouth of a blind old fisherman.

It was the street's managers who really caught the eye - Leslie's talking point, a young and charismatic former officer, a cruel and tyrannical brawler.

Mr. Duchen.

"The rumors are outrageous, right, I asked Lily, and she said it was the ladies of the bay who were the first to get the rumors. But I heard that the Red Gold Casino also wanted to find Duheng, how could he let him go there to hunt for beauty? ”

Paul muttered.

Covered in fat, he lay in Laurie's wooden rocking chair, sucking in the morning mist that was gradually turning fishy in the bay, like a spoiled loin.

He was idle, sleepy and hungry, and could only ponder some rumors to pass the time.

But after talking nonsense for a long time, the final response was a slight snoring - Zaniu had fallen asleep against the table leg at some point.

Bang, ding.

Zaniu felt like a powder keg had gone off.

The warship in his sleep encountered wind and waves, and after a few bumps, he suddenly woke up, and a murmur burst out of his mouth subconsciously.

"Ah, just the hardware crow, put the money on the table and write a name......"

No way, too skilled.

Ever since the news of the fight in Duheng spread, people have come to Lion Candle Street every day to slam on the door.

The villains of the bay who don't want to work hard heard:

As long as he can win the opponent alone, he can get two hundred golden crows, and even take over Duheng's position in Lion Candle Street and become Leslie's shallow ship's first ......

The rumors are getting more and more outrageous.

At first, the two brothers were able to laugh and cry, and they were excited to lead people to confront Duheng.

And guess what? This damn Duheng was obviously surprised by himself, but he agreed on the spot!

Of course, the challenger ended up limping and leaning against the wall.

The man spread the word again......

Wicked men come in an endless stream, and they come to Lion Candle Street day and day to sprinkle it, some of them eat the dregs of waiting for death, and some of them are sophisticated essences.

Duchen put the two brothers in charge of the reception, and in just a few days, he was completely exhausted.

Just move the table and sleep outside, so as not to go downstairs in the middle of the night and open the door.

"Hehe, I'm starting to think that charging is a bad idea! The delusional gamblers are gone, but the old fritters who originally watched the show will pay more attention to it. ”

After Zaniu was kicked awake, he also opened his mouth to discuss a few words.

"No matter how much Duheng takes every day, it will definitely be more lively every morning, which we can't stand at all, why don't we go to Duheng himself?"

He glanced at the sky, secretly judged the time, and estimated that it was about the same.

"Fart, where he lives, no one knows! The people who tried to track them were all knocked out and put down in the alley, hiss~ There were even people who had their pants pulled out, but they didn't know ......"

Paul laughed wickedly and gestured wickedly with his fingers.

Suddenly, as if he had been hit by a cannonball, he fell to the ground with a bench, and his fat was firm and broad, stirring up a remarkable amount of dust.

"Stunking is a warning.

As for the rest of the, it was done by passing robbers and drunks, and it has nothing to do with me. Besides, the man was just stolen money, and when he cried miserably, he was rumored to be crooked. ”

Paul disappears from view, revealing Duheng who was clapping his boots behind him.

"Well, sir, if you had been willing to explain it that way, there wouldn't have been so much trouble bothering you."

Zaniu said helplessly, and looked at Paul with a sigh.

"Well, his arm won't break."

This fat man is easy to get out of control, otherwise he should have noticed a long time ago that Duheng appeared in the store at a fixed time every day.

Adam glanced at the note.

"It's fine, just too lazy to get up."

Then he pinched up the list on the table and saw if there were any ruthless characters who attracted the bounty list.

"I have to remind you that there are more people who come to take refuge today, they pay the money but don't want to do it, thinking that the 5 golden crows are the entry fee, and they want to rub a place under your hand to hang it.

Look, I've marked it here, and there are about twenty of them. If you don't want to take a moment, you might as well say hello to the captain, so as not to be distorted. ”

Although Zaniu was tall and rough, and his tattoos were complicated and fierce, he was surprisingly attentive.

He consciously carried Paul away, didn't talk nonsense or inquired nonsense, although he usually complained, he never refused more chores, and he was the most worthy of the weekly salary among the three brothers.

Adam slipped the list in his pocket and began to stroll forward as usual.

The streets twist like serpentine scabbards.

The axis is clearly extended, but it will suddenly narrow or widen, and the middle-aged coachman who drives the freight horse, if he is drunk, can easily rub the cargo box and fall into the stinky ditch.

[You are striding in your own jurisdiction, the trade of Lion Candle Street is not prosperous, and the number of residents is not large, only ignorant children dare to look at you. 】

The shops on Lion Candle Street are densely packed, and the terrain is cut into the mountains and cliffs.

They can multiply more than barnacles, and as long as there is enough space for a store logo, the bay designer can build a room and hang a conspicuous sign.

Adam walked down the brick road and stepped up the wet steps to meet his patrol.

"A refreshed morning, Mr. Duchen, is at your service."

They traveled back and forth along the boundaries of the precinct, changing shifts at regular intervals, catching thieves with short eyes, and maintaining the stability of Lion Candle Street on behalf of Duchen, the administrator.

There are more than 50 people, most of whom are experienced.

They know the rules and they know how to be lazy, and among them, the gangsters and the tricksters who ask for protection money have been educated.

The residents who are cleaning and working will still salute Adam in a restrained manner, but now everyone is more restrained, and they have to get along with each other, gradually finding out the boss's character and bottom line.

The day in the bay is busy, especially under the captain.

Beast traps and fishing nets bring a huge amount of work every day, and everyone who can hear the sound of the waves knows how to turn it into wealth.

Administrators in the Leslie precinct share a fixed share.

Adam did not have a ship, so he did not have to serve in the uncertain sea service.

But to feed this pack of hungry wolves, most of them had to be sent to deal with the catch, that is, to cut off the useful parts with blood and internal organs.

After several links of processing and selling, the money bag can be kept for personal use except for the tribute to the captain.

All in all, it is a safe profit and no loss.

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