"Oh my god, look, what are those two men doing there?" Mrs. Disraeli covered her mouth in surprise as she looked at the shadow in the corner, her flickering gaze revealing her curiosity. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Uh... They.... Belch... It looks like it's a good relationship. Tang Tu was a little embarrassed.

"Oh, you know, gentlemen, I have been married twice, and I know very well what they are doing, and may God bless them." Mrs. Disraeli said with a laugh.

"It is worthy of being a corrupt country, and it has a long history of rotten culture." Van Gogh said with a sigh.

"Oh, what kind of meat is sold over there? It looks weird. Mrs. Disraeli looked at the butcher stall on the corner and became interested again.

"Uh... It's better not to know better, to know that if it's good quality meat, people here can't afford it. Tang Tu said.

"Why? Is it something terrible? Oh, rat meat? "Mrs. Disraeli's imagination is also very powerful.

Tang Tu coughed embarrassedly, "I didn't mean to be so uncivilized, considering our current companion Desmond, I still won't directly name its type, but it also has an alternative name 'Babbling Mutton'." ”

"It's actually nothing, it may be a bit cruel for pet owners, but I have to be honest, this 'Want Want Meat' is delicious and tonic, and it is definitely the best meat for the poor. In fact, in some places, people have to pay a lot of money to eat this meat. Van Gogh said.

Mrs. Disraeli finally understood, and was so frightened that she clung to her handbag for fear of being snatched by the people of the ghetto.

"Alright, alright, here we are, the old 'One Ton Bar' with the best beer in the Devillands. Coming here, drinking a beer in a bar for less than a ton is equivalent to coming for nothing. Tang Tu said.

The so-called one-ton bar is just an open-air place with three tables and a few chairs around the corner. There is a large lamp on the wall next to it, which is much brighter than the lights in the other corners.

Tang Tu and the three sat down, the proprietress sent three glasses of beer, and the three of them toasted together.

"It turns out that this is the so-called 'beer', and it tastes so good, it's more powerful than red wine." Mrs. Disraeli said.

Mrs. Disraeli was clearly fond of beer, and added another glass after a drink.

Tang Tu and Van Gogh had a better impression of Madame Disraeli, at least she was much more honest than those pretentious English gentlemen.

All three of them were a little uplifted, as if they had forgotten where they were now.

The man at the next table had been secretly observing them, and he suddenly stood up and walked over to Mrs. Disraeli, pointed to the handbag on the table and said "good dog", and the random man grabbed the handbag and ran.

It turned out that at some point, the Chihuahua Desmond stuck her head out of her handbag and looked around curiously, apparently the man had been eyeing Desmond for a long time. Desmond shouted, and Tang Tu and the three of them were stunned for a moment before reacting.

Looking at the man's back as he gradually moved away, Tang Tu asked Van Gogh to stay behind to protect his wife, and he chased after him alone.

Tang Tu turned on the assassin skill and sprinted continuously to catch up with the man, "Hey, give me back the dog, don't force me to do it." ”

The man seemed to realize Tang Tu's danger, hesitated for a moment and threw his handbag to Tang Tu, "Wait, kid, when I bring someone to teach you a lesson, you will regret your current attitude." ”

The man ran away, but Tang Tu didn't chase after him, and walked back with his handbag. Obviously, the people here have realized their differences, and Tang Tu is a little worried that there will be uninteresting people who will trouble Mrs. Disraeli.

However, Tang Tu was wrong, the people in the slums may indeed be curious about Mrs. Disraeli, but not everyone has a dirty heart.

Moreover, Tang Tu underestimated Mrs. Disraeli, who was far stronger and more sensible than ordinary women.

When Don Tu returned to the bar, Mrs. Disraeli was surrounded by many poor people, who were talking calmly, as was between old friends, and Van Gogh stood behind him, and it seemed that he did not think that the people opposite him were in danger.

"Oh, if you never tell your father how you feel about him, how will he know?" Mrs. Disraeli looked at the bald man opposite, apparently the other person's image did not prejudice her.

The bald man seemed to be a little moved, and there was a light in his eyes, "I never thought about it that way, I think deep down we just want to be loved." ”

Mrs. Disraeli nodded, "That's true, come, come on a candy." She pulled out a candy wrapped in colored paper and handed it to the bald man. The bald man was moved to hold the candy, looking a little reluctant to eat it.

The corners of Tang Tu's mouth twitched, it seemed that Mrs. Disraeli had now become a confidant big sister in the slums.

Tang Tu placed his handbag on the table, and Mrs. Disraeli looked at him with a smile.

"Ah, you're back, I want you to meet... Sorry, I didn't remember your name. Mrs. Disraeli looked apologetically at the bald man.

"It's okay, I'm John, and everyone calls me 'asshole'." The bald man's voice turned out to be a little choked.

"Hello, John." Tang Tu nodded, and then said to Mrs. Disraeli, "It's getting late, we should go." ”

"Oh yes, you're right, it's time to go home," Mrs. Disraeli said, standing up, picking up her handbag, and nodding to the people around her, "Boys, I'll come to see you again." ”

Looking at the expressions of these poor people, Tang Tu couldn't help but marvel in his heart, this Mrs. Disraeli was really powerful, she had captured the favor of these poor people in such a short time, and those noble politicians could not have dreamed of it.

Tang Tu and the three of them returned from the way they came and returned to the place where the carriage was parked.

Mrs. Disraeli got into the car, Van Gogh sat in the driver's seat, and Tang Tu was about to get into the car, but he heard an annoying voice from behind.

"Look, what are these people doing? A nobleman who walks his dog in the ghetto at night? "Three thugs who looked like a blighter gang walked towards the carriage.

Tang Tu recognized that one of them was the man who had the gunman in the bag just now, and looked at the three of them with an unkind face and warned, "I think it's better for us not to do anything that will make each other regret..."

However, the three of them obviously didn't understand what Tang Tu meant, they took out their daggers and looked at Tang Tu with a cruel smile.

Tang Tu sighed in his heart, but he still wouldn't be soft when he moved, the phantom Hidden Blade combined with the short sword, and killed the three thugs in three or two clicks.

The sound of fighting alarmed more people, and people in the slums began to walk towards this side one after another, Tang Tu jumped into the carriage, Van Gogh immediately waved his horsewhip, and the car started quickly away from this area. (To be continued.) )