Downton stepped back with his left foot, leaned back, and calmly watched as the clerk's greasy palm fanned past the tip of his nose, bringing out the air current, blowing the black hair on his forehead.

This slap is very powerful, and if it hits, Downton's gums will be loosened.

Although the postman lowered his head, he glanced at the development of the situation from the corner of his eye, and when he saw Downton actually dodging, his eyes almost jumped out in shock, he didn't want this job, right?

The clerk's personality is very tyrannical, and he will find excuses to beat people at every turn, but the postman can only endure it, let alone hide, otherwise he will trouble and abuse you twice in three days, until you can't bear it anymore and leave your job voluntarily, and you won't even get the month's salary at that time.

In front of his subordinates, the slap failed, making Ballmer feel that his prestige had plummeted, and a fat face immediately rose Tie Qing, took a step forward, raised his leg and kicked Downton's stomach.

Downton, like a civet, dodged a heavy kick on one side of his body.

Ballmer didn't give up, waving his big hand and grabbing his hair, and the vigorous movement made his fat belly shake up and down.

Bang, a copper button on the shirt was broken, revealing a circle of fat.

In just a dozen seconds, Ballmer couldn't catch up, holding his thighs with both hands, snorting and panting, like a funny fat pig, but no one dared to laugh.

"You're unreasonably confronting your boss, I'm going to fire you!" Ballmer stared at Downton, growling, as if this was the only way to regain a trace of majesty.

"My lord, it's all my fault, you dissipate your anger, Downton didn't mean to offend you!"

Seeing Downton speak for himself, Will was moved to death, endured the pain, and ran to Ballmer to help him.

"Get out of here!" Ballmer finally found the punching bag, grabbed Will by the hair, and waved it in the face.

Pop, snap, crisp slaps filled the post office lobby, and the postmen looked at Will's swollen face, as quiet as a cicada, for fear of being affected.

Downton knows that he is being targeted, even if he escapes this time, there will be trouble waiting in front of him, after all, Ballmer is the top boss, and he is determined to rectify you, and the way is to go to the sea.

"Calm down!" Downton wanted to quit, but when he thought of his sister's tuition, he endured it again. "Besides, isn't it even more smug to him if he leaves like this?"

"That's enough, let him go!" Downton took a deep breath and calmed down, exhaled and yelled.

The clerk was suddenly frightened, he never dreamed that a postman who looked like a miscellaneous fish would have the courage to yell at him.

"Calm down and think of a solution!" Facing Ballmer's angry gaze, Downton's brain was full of power, he knew that if he couldn't find an excuse, he would definitely face a stormy blow from the other party.

"What are you doing in a daze, break this bastard's leg for me!" Ballmer turned his head and yelled at the postmen in the hall, who was not stupid enough to be curried, and knew how to use his position to oppress people.

The postmen looked at each other and hesitated, Downton was so popular that they couldn't do it, but they couldn't disobey their boss's orders.

"Fight, this is a good opportunity to stand in line, climb the clerk's lap, maybe I can be promoted!" Matt's eyes flashed, calculating the risk of gain and loss, but as soon as he took a step forward, he saw Downton's gaze sweep over, and his body suddenly stiffened, after all, the postman was the oldest in the post office, and he had carried himself.

"I don't have a choice, I told the whistle and drove Durham away, there is no way back!" Matt oozed cold sweat from his forehead, but looking at the figure of the clerk, he immediately made up his mind.

"Downton, what is your identity that you dare to contradict the adult, and you don't kneel down to daoqian!" Matt slyly shouted at his colleagues, "Do it, don't let him go wild at the post office." ”

Someone took the lead, and ten postmen who had a similar relationship with Downton immediately stood up and pounced on him, not to mention that this was an opportunity to pay allegiance to the clerk, and if he didn't do it, he would definitely be put in small shoes in the future.

Without entering the soul level and opening up his talents, Downton would not be the opponent of ten postmen at all, and the clerk seemed to have seen him beaten to a dead dog, so he laughed proudly.

"It's a pity, such a haode talent, if it weren't for my predecessor's cronies, I would definitely appreciate you!" Ballmer also admitted Downton's ability, but this guy is too uninteresting, he has been in office for two months, and he doesn't talk about filial piety and welcome, who are you not corrected?

Seeing that the tide was turning, two more postmen pounced.

"Haha, bastard, see? That's the charm of power!"

The clerk smiled cruelly, enjoying the pleasure of ordering others, but then seeing that the other party's delicate face was still calm, his pleasure plummeted, and he couldn't help but curse, "Smash his face for me!"

"Stop, I'm Melissa's person, if you want to die, just try to move me!"

Despite the crisis, Downton's self-esteem kept him from escaping the post office, and he roared in a flash of inspiration.

"Wait!" the clerk was startled, stopped his subordinates, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"I'm at Melissa's service!"

Ballmer was a hungry man who often harassed the female clerks at the post office, but Downton never saw him molesting Melissa.

The current attitude made Downton even more sure of his judgment, no matter what Melissa's identity was, as long as he was jealous.

"Are you lying to me?" Ballmer's face was cloudy, staring at Downton, who was an official and would not be coaxed by a civilian's words.

"You can go and verify!" Downton put on a calm and breezy posture, but he was impatient at the bottom of his heart, as long as Melissa came to the post office tomorrow, he would be exposed.

Of course, the clerk would not think that Downton was Melissa's man, at most it was a master-servant relationship, but it was still very troublesome.

When he first took up his post office at Morningfog two months ago, the moment he saw Melissa, Ballmer wanted to get her to bed.

This woman has a lazy style all over her body, and she is more beautiful than those courtesans who wander in the upper class of the imperial capital, which makes people greedy to death.

Ballmer had heard rumors that she was a baron's mistress, but he didn't care, a helpless woman would inevitably play some tricks to ensure her own safety.

One rainy afternoon, Ballmer called Melissa into her office and was ready to start, but before she could touch her two plump buttocks, she was thrown in the face by a letter.

After seeing the content, Balman sweated profusely, diverted the topic, and did not dare to hit her attention again.

"Bastard, let you be proud for a few more days. Ballmer grabbed the mail on the table and threw it at Downton, saying harshly, "You think I can't clean you up with Melissa's backing?"

The postmen didn't know that the clerk Weishenme had changed his mind, but Downton obviously stayed, so his face changed completely, after all, this was a complete turn with him, thinking of the nickname of the fox of the West, everyone shuddered, and they all felt that the future would be sad.

"I'll see!" Downton sorted out the letters, glanced at the hall where he had been for three years, and refused to admit defeat, but sighed in his heart.

The excuse will be debunked tomorrow and he will never come back.

"A pariah is a pariah, I don't know any etiquette, I heard that your sister is a student at St. George's School of Magic? Hmph, how can a civilian mongrel be admitted to that kind of key academy?" Looking at the calm Downton, Balman was angry, and couldn't help but sneer with a poisonous tongue, "I must have been a prostitute, I don't receive one hundred and eighty men a day, and I can't earn enough tuition at all!"

"Suffer!" the postmen subconsciously looked at Downton, they all knew that Elaine was his treasure, and Ballmer's words were undoubtedly a hornet's nest.

"You're looking for death!" Downton's expression suddenly turned hideous, like a hurricane rolling up on the ground, rushing towards Ballmer.

"Stop him!"

Looking at Downton's eagle-like sharp gaze, Ballmer's hair stood on end, and he subconsciously retreated, and his voice was out of tune.

It was too late, Downton leaned forward, kicked the ground with his right foot, pounced on Ballmer like a cannonball, followed by the strength of his knees, his back stretched like a big bow, and let his right fist hit the clerk's chin like a powerful arrow.

With a bang, Balman's battered head fell back and spat out a mouthful of blood, and several blood-stained teeth fell to the floor.

Downton's right arm retracted, and he threw a punch, which slammed into the clerk's face, clicking, and the bridge of his nose collapsed, and blood gushed outward like a fountain, soaking through the placket of his chest.

A couple of well-connected postmen rushed up and stopped Downton deadly.

"Stop, you'll kill him, and you'll have to go to jail then!" Will hugged his waist, rejoicing, fortunately he didn't enter the soul level, otherwise Ballmer would have been killed with a punch.

Poof, like a mountain of meat, Ballmer fell to the floor.

"You're dead, I swear, I'm going to sell your sister to the lowest brothel, and let the sweaty slave laborers ravage her every day!" Ballmer's limbs twitched in pain, and he glared at Downton with hatred on his face, and he was going to tear this kid to pieces.

"I'll wait!" Downton licked the blood from his fist and spit it out without looking back, leaving the post office.

The postmen looked at the messy hall and were silent, frightened by Downton's outburst, and they suddenly realized that it seemed to be the worst decision to turn their faces with this kid.

Standing on the long street of Morning Mist, Downton looked up, let the rain wash his cheeks, and gradually calmed down.

"It's just the new clerk of a border town, and the connections haven't been established yet, so how much can he do? It's nothing more than spending gold coins to hire those knife-headed bloodthirsty mercenaries to trouble me!" Downton walked slowly with his cloak in his hand, thinking about what Bowman might do.

The border of Sequoia County is bordered by the dragon hills and the sunset wasteland, and with an inactive border chief, law and order is in shambles.

Ogres and orcs who dare to kill people in the streets for a silver coin abound, and they are bound by the laws of the Empire? Can that thing fill their bellies? Before starving to death and being hanged after committing a crime, even the little cubs of the inferior ogres knew how to choose!

"I'm still short of money, otherwise I can enter the soul level within a month. Downton touched his money bag, he really didn't want to use the tuition fees he had saved, but the magic energy needed to advance to the level was too huge, and it would take at least half a year to absorb it naturally.

"Ten thousand bounties?" Passing by the Golden Ivory Tavern, Downton saw the bounty on the bulletin board, the bright red gold coin pattern, which seriously irritated his eyeballs.

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