Once you are familiar with a person, then in your eyes, the other person's style of doing things, behavior habits will be qualitative, if you suddenly make abnormal behavior, it will inevitably make people feel worried.

In Bro's opinion, what Obotov did this time was very surprising, and he was a little incomprehensible.

"It's your business, I don't have the right to ask what kind of friends you want to make, but as your boss, I have to remind you that before making a decision, you have to think carefully about what kind of consequences you will have to bear. ”

It seemed that today's wine was particularly unpleasant, and Bro just lifted the glass, and then chose to put it down.

"Haha, so, you agreed. Obotov smiled heartily.

"No, I just don't mind your business, you know I'm busy, I don't want to get stuck with troublesome things. Bro shook his head, denying the other man's view.

Business at the tavern was poor today, with no other customers except Obotov and Brow, and the owner was now alone in the bar, perhaps in a terrible mood and looking expressionless.

In the past, he should have taken the initiative to come up and talk to Obotov and them, so that he might be able to sell more wine.

"I have to go, remember to clean up the tail, the world is very chaotic now, as for the manpower, you can do it yourself." ”

"Thank you. Obotov drank his beer in one gulp and watched Bro's departing back, then dropped a few coins and stood up.

As he passed by the bar, Obotov took a deliberate look at the tavern owner with an intriguing look in his eyes.

"Hatred is the most terrible weapon, it can send people to hell, and you have to worry when you are ready to create a suitable soil for hatred to grow. ”

The owner of the bar glanced up at Obotov and said something inexplicable.

"Haha, the more you know, but you're going to die, and you're still selling your bar in peace. Obotov apparently didn't care, he just walked away.

"Rest assured, I will not let the seeds of hatred be planted in the soil. ”

Outside the tavern, Obotov's voice faded away.

"Boring!"

It seemed that tonight was not for business, and the tavern keeper took away the cups from the table, and suddenly realized that he was beginning to hate the city guards.

Survival is the theme of the end times, it has only one kind of music, sadness, people living in the city of Lenka, pray every day, hoping that the new day will be fed and clothed, and they can spend it safely.

After satisfying these two points, then most people are happy to encounter something new, because under the tight life, life is too boring.

It really needs something exciting to adjust, and today is not destined to disappoint many people, because in the morning, the city guard broke into a beautiful house.

The owner of the house has a lot of stories, he just paid with his life for his greed yesterday, and this time the action is completely undisguised, so there is a constant stream of people who are attracted to it.

Gbagbo may be dead, but his home is still there, his wife, children, servants, and wealth are here, but today these things have to change owners.

It looks cruel, but this beautiful house is a man-eating cave in the eyes of the poor, and I can't remember how many fresh lives were tortured to death here.

Many people just want to trade their labor for a piece of bread, but the high employers obviously have no such compassion, and perhaps these lowly servants are no different from animals in their eyes.

This is all a previous story, and there is no point in recounting it, for the sound of misery and smashing came from the house, and the servants were all driven together, and several city guards kept them under their watch.

"Bring them all out for me. Obotov stood in front of the gate of the house and shouted at the city guards.

The house was miserable and miserable, and it had become a mess, with the curses of women, the cries of children, and some unwilling voices.

Barbo had a wife, three daughters, and two sons, all of whom were tied up and taken out of the house by the city guards.

"You have no right to do this, let go of my children, you demons deserve to go to hell. Barbo's wife, with her hair disheveled, cursed at the guards around her.

"Villain, don't touch me, my dad has been executed by you, what do you want. "Baraboo's eldest daughter is an adult, her eyes are red, and she keeps kicking the city guards.

"You're going to get complained. ”

"Mommy, help me, woo. ”

With anger in their eyes, the city guards violently escorted these men directly and rudely to Obotov.

Sonorous!

"Be honest with me. The city guards all drew their cold swords and shouted viciously.

The threat worked, and Gbagbo's family suddenly became more honest, and her wife turned her eyes to Obotov with resentment in her eyes.

There are a lot of onlookers in this kind of scene, and no one dares to talk about it at this time, knowing that those sharp swords in the hands of the city guards are emotionless.

Only some soft-hearted people will involuntarily show sympathy on their faces, and sometimes this is the case, the past cannot be remembered, and many people will only make subjective judgments based on what they have seen in front of them.

They may feel that Obotov's approach is very ruthless, simply unreasonable, and that the other party is just some women and children, and they do not deserve to suffer like this.

"It's best not to look at me like that, your husband has offended the city lord's friend, and I'm just in charge of sending you to him. Obotov spoke viciously.

One of the city guards saw Obotov's gaze fall on him and hurried up.

"Take them down and clean them up for me. ”

"Sir, rest assured. ”

After Gbagbo's family was taken away, the beautiful house could be declared ownerless, and Obotov and the rest of the city guards were cleaning up the property.

The matter seems to be over, the onlookers are dispersing, and those who remain are somewhat of a scavenger's luck.

Obotov didn't like to do such work, but he didn't feel at ease if he handed it over to the city guards, he knew very well that Mashes needed gold, and the more the better.

"Listen to me, put away your crooked thoughts, and give me a serious job, otherwise my fist will not recognize people. ”

Obotov's fist is the greatest deterrent, and these city guards have learned it, and they don't want to taste it.

Not long after, the city guards who had taken Gbagbo's family had completed their mission, and one of them was reporting to Obotov, and it was obvious that he was a little panicked.

"You mean, escaped a small one?" Obotov's brow furrowed.

"I'm sorry, sir, I really didn't know this was going to happen. ”

Bang!

The city guard fell to the ground with a muffled voice, and Obotov put away his fists and roared: "Find it for me, you all go, if you can't find it, you don't have to come back." ”