The red collar took away.

After Eddard's two bills that could be used as bed sheets served like a carpet, he took off his shoes and whispered into Ed's ear barefoot, blowing on his earlobes to tell him the great—the great. Ed should have thanked him properly, but in a moment's time, he was gone. Of course, this is a very regrettable thing, otherwise Ed would probably use money to weave a paper airplane into his eye. It didn't work, because Ed didn't need it at all. And Red Tie knows this, otherwise he probably wouldn't have farted when he left.

The two men—the young man who threw Tabilon out of the shop—were now in Ed's sights. They seemed to be going to the toilet in groups, hooking shoulders, talking and laughing, and one of them had a wine bottle in his hand. They were in a good mood and were probably talking about a girl she had kicked out last week, until one of them inadvertently glanced in Ed's direction.

That glance made the smile on his face disappear. His companion saw his reaction and followed his gaze to this end, wanting to know what was happening. Then his smile disappeared as well. The two of them stared straight at Tarbillon, who was lying face down on the corner of the bar with his hands hanging down, motionless as if he was sleeping soundly, and for a moment they almost glared angrily.

Ed didn't look back, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught the figure they were walking straight towards him. The corners of his mouth twitched.

"Okay." He rolled his eyes in his heart and nodded secretly, "Okay, that's good, so fucking good." ”

Ed could roughly guess what was going on in the minds of the two young men. They may not know who picked up the large amount of expired garbage they had just cleaned up and brought it back to the store, but it turned out to be shameless and annoying, and they couldn't accept it from the bottom of their hearts. So no matter who the person who did it is, what he wants to do, he can push it back. What they have to do now is to restore the established facts they have created to what they were - they threw this old guy out of the store, and this old guy has to be outside the store. Of course he could come again, and even what the situation would be in that case was another matter, but to-day, until they were gone, the old fellow could not come in again.

Ed certainly couldn't allow something like this to happen to his new friend again. When he was close enough, he got up from his barstool and turned to cross the Tabillon and the two young men.

Someone stopped, and the two men stopped and looked up at Ed. There was a hint of confusion and a little defensiveness in their expressions, but more of them were irritability and impatience. They stopped, though, Eddard in a black stand-up collar jacket looked a lot bigger than usual, his new hairstyle and reflective lenses made him a bit like some gangster's ruthless character, the kind of elegant, ruthless character who could put people on the table and eat up the poor victim's brains with a spoonful of wine. But all of this was ruined when Ed spoke.

"Hey, guys," he said, with a funny tone that made you laugh, "relax—is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

“…… Yes. ”

One of the young men squinted at Ed and slowly answered. He was a little shorter than Ed, who was 1.75 meters tall and he was almost 1.7 meters. His companions were the same. By the way, Tilo's height is 1.85 meters, the second tallest existence of all the people Ed has ever met in Stuttgar, the first being the fool thug "Big Cat" who followed his fool master to Stuttgar to engage in the drama of greedy inheritance. Ed remembers the guy, he had to be at least two meters tall.

"That old fellow," the young man tilted his head and gestured to Tabilon behind Eddard, "you brought him back inside?" ”

"Huh? What the? Who? Him? Ed seemed a little confused by the young man's question, and after glancing back at Tabilon as if he had just come to his senses, he smiled and nodded, "Oh, yes, it's me." He's my friend. ”

"Your friend, ha." The young man exchanged a funny glance with his companion, and Ed's behavior made them feel like they were talking to a fool, "Then let's make it clear - we don't want to see your friend, we want him to get out, do you understand?" ”

"I don't understand." Ed kept smiling, "Why did he have to leave, did anything unpleasant happen to you?" ”

"You don't need to know the details. All you need is him to get out of here. ”

"I don't think so," Ed said, tilting his head toward the side bar, "why don't you sit down and have a drink?" I'm in for a treat. Whatever my friend did, I apologize for him. I think we can get through this chapter decently, there's no need to make things too ugly, right? ”

Ed grinned, but if you looked closely, there wasn't even a focus in either of his eyes. Although he was looking at the two people in front of him, there was no one in his eyes at all, and the increasingly impatient perfunctory was about to overflow from the corners of his upturned mouth. And young people are now slightly aware of this. His face turned ugly all at once.

"That's enough." The young man's face was angry, and he stepped forward and pushed Eddard, grinning viciously at him, "Get out of here with your friends immediately, and you get out with you!" Don't let us say it a second time! ”

"Listen ......"

"Get out of here!"

The young man nudged Ed again. This time he used more force and almost pushed Ed to stumble. He looked more and more manic, ready to punch Ed's little spiky chin at any moment—Ed's face is the very small type—and behind the young man, his companion was eager to get ready, and whatever the first punch could do to Ed, his second punch would follow.

But things may be a little different from what they thought. Ed could feel his heel touching the base of the leg of the stool where Tagyron was sitting as he stepped back, and his back touched Tapyron himself, who was lying on his stomach. He could hear Tabilon snorting in what seemed to be a faint one, and his body squirmed slightly. It's not good, as in his current state, a slightly larger movement is likely to cause him to fall off the stool on his own.

The smile on Ed's face vanished, and he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes narrowing slightly. The moment the young man approached him again, he suddenly stepped forward, reached under the young man's armpit, and strangled him into his arms like an old friend's hug, put his chin on his shoulder, grinned at his companion behind him, and made a "shhhhhhhhh

"I said," he blew softly into the young man's ear, "and I told you to 'listen'—do you understand what that means?" I mean, if you don't understand, I can explain it to you. I've always been very accommodating with idiots. ”

The young man struggled for a moment, but found that he could not escape Ed's confinement at all. The two of them were in a delicate position now, and Ed was holding his arm and breaking his arm on one side with all the strength that was basically the same as scrapping. The only arm he could move was his other arm, but now his other arm didn't dare to move, because something hard was pushing against his side from below.

It was a gun, a pistol, a pistol that was largely charcoal black. Ed pulled it out from behind his waist - it was skilful enough to be called a smooth movement - and used it. His mouth made a "tsk" sound, and his eyes stared straight at his companion behind the young man. His gaze completely tore off the normal disguise at this moment, and became excited, distorted, cold and calm. He looked like a mentally ill person who had just escaped from an insane asylum, and it seemed that it was not strange to shoot at any time.

The young man's body stiffened and straightened, and his breathing suddenly stopped, and then he became rapid. Behind him, his companion's footsteps also stopped at this time, staring at Ed who was holding his friend, looking at the pistol in his hand that had completely turned the situation upside down, and the expression on his face was obviously a little overwhelmed - he didn't expect things to turn out like this, the kind of world where guns would be used was very far away from him!

"What an amateur." Ed licked his lips, almost instantaneously losing interest.

"The ......," the young man in his arms was trying to speak, but was immediately interrupted by Ed holding him tighter.

"Don't say it," he whispered in the young man's ear as if he were whispering to his lover, not loud enough to be heard by the companion behind him, "don't say it—you've said enough, now let me say a few words, listen, okay?" ”

“…… Good. ”

"Great." Ed smiled with satisfaction, "Relax, I'm just trying to tell you what I said before—because I think you probably didn't understand it too clearly, it's not a big deal, but please listen more carefully and think more clearly this time - whatever my friend did, I apologize to you on his behalf." I think we can end this chapter decently, there's no need to make things too ugly...... You say, right? ”

“……”

"You say, right—?" Eddard lost a little patience in his voice, and the muzzle of the gun against the young man's waist tightened a little harder.

"Yes, yes - of course! That's what we think too! The young man reacted and let out a frightened voice, and his companions behind him echoed in unison, looking extremely nervous.

"So you've forgiven my friend?"

"Forgive, forgive, of course! Actually, there's nothing wrong with him himself! ”

"So we're okay now, right?"

"Of course, of course!"

"Great."

Ed smiled and let go of the arm that had imprisoned the young man, and casually inserted the gun back into the invisible holster behind his waist, and his movements were so natural and fluent that he was almost noticeable.

His smile didn't look fundamentally different from before, but in the eyes of the two little ones, it had changed radically. They closed their lips and stared at Ed with a distinctive, meaningful gaze, then slowly stepped back, then quickly turned and disappeared into the crowd of dancefloors.

Ed watched them disappear thoughtfully. He sensed that something was wrong.