Rye Card at Firefly Bar has always been a favorite of criminals.

The beer was strong enough and cheap enough to last a whole day for a copper coin, and there was no better deal for the criminals.

At this point in time, the Firefly Bar was already overcrowded, most of them were leaning against the walls and wooden tables, the tables were full of empty wine glasses, and the corners of each drunk's mouth were foaming at the mouth of beer, drunkenly muttering indeaf words, and the whole small bar was filled with the smell of alcohol.

But at this time, although the Firefly Bar was also crowded, no one was drunk and fell to the ground, and the regular customers of each bar were staring at the short distance between the bar and the door.

It's unbelievable that there isn't the slightest smell of alcohol in the bar.

Every drunkard was silent, and they shouted hysterically in their hearts, "Come and buy a drink!" Drink it right here!

A morning passed, but the people who entered the bar never made it to the bar, they looked around, silently joining the waiting crowd.

They don't have the money to buy alcohol.

It's all to blame on the damn big guys, who don't know which tendon is wrong in their heads, and actually began to interfere in the town's liquor dealers, and the tax amount of each bar has risen dozens of times, and the high tax has caused the price of alcohol to rise again and again, until now, a glass of ordinary rye card has been sold for the price of two silver coins!

This price is enough to sleep with the prettiest girl on Red Street the other day!

But not now, not only the price of wine has risen, but even the girls on Red Street can't sleep, and the damn hands of those big guys have also reached Red Street, and even Ruth, who used to have even a copper coin or even a free service, is now starting at five copper coins. How ridiculous is that? That's a fat girl of two hundred and sixty pounds!

What's even more infuriating is that they can't escape it.

In the past, the big people in the town didn't have their ideas to hit them, but they didn't succeed, why? Because the foundation of the criminals is in the complex underground passage of the town, and the law on the surface does not apply underground, the bars can be transferred to the underground business, even if the patrol guards want to arrest them, they will be played around in the complex environment of the underground passage.

However, this time they thought wrongly, the patrol guards seemed to have opened their minds, no matter how they hid or fled, they would be searched by the guards, and they found that there was no way to get rid of these guards, how could this be?

But that's the way it is.

There was no wine and no women, and everyone was stunned, wandering around the bar all day with nothing to do, just to smell the slightest hint of alcohol.

The log door of the bar was rudely pushed open again, and a shiny bald head appeared in the field of view of the regulars, in such a cold place, he was actually wearing a cotton robe that exposed his arms, and his thick arms were densely covered with muscles and green tendons, and he trembled slightly, as if he would burst out with terrible power at any moment.

"Angry Man" Luke, a well-known small boss on West Street.

"Hey, bring me a ryeka!" he shouted at the bar as he entered.

The people gathered in the bar were breathing rapidly.

"A silver coin. The waiter wiped the cup and said calmly.

In fact, his heart was not in harmony with the emotions he expressed, and he had been repeating the act of wiping his glass for a whole week, during which time no customers had bought wine, and now that a customer had finally come to the door, his calm was only a disguise of excitement.

"Luke, where did you get the money to buy the wine, you can't be trying to pay the bills, are you?" someone in the crowd laughed sneeringly, "Tell you, that trick won't work here!"

Luke snorted heavily, not even heading, reached for his waist and groped around his waist, then slammed it on the bar table, waiting for his large hand to be withdrawn, and a standard Imperial silver coin was lying on the table.

"A bunch of shit, think I'm like you?" he glanced at the group with contemptuous eyes, which clearly read, "I have money"

"How good can you be? It's not a robbery!" Many people were enraged by this waste, and even if they did, the difference between saying it and not saying it was still quite large, and no one wanted to expose their unbearability.

"Phew, it's none of your business how my money comes from, at least I have the ability to grab it, unlike you shit, who can only rot here like mud. ”

Luke spat and slapped the table urgently, "Hurry! I can't wait! I just want to have a cup of rye card right now!"

Ryeka was pushed down in front of Luke, foaming with beer rolling on her face.

It's just that this bubble looks ...... Somewhat less?

The long-awaited regulars kept swallowing their saliva.

Luke also couldn't hold back his emotions, the people in the town are depressed these days, and the work of robbery and theft is not much oil and water, not to mention that it is not as easy as he seems to earn a silver coin.

But the moment he saw Ryeka, he suddenly felt that it was all worth it.

As long as there is wine...... As long as it's wine, that's fine!

He lowered his body, not rushing to pour the rye card down his throat, the silver coins he had accumulated for so long could not let the enjoyment be so short, his nose twitched, sniffing the wine wafting from the cup, and he was intoxicated like a devout believer.

But in the next moment, his intoxicated expression suddenly disappeared, replaced by surprise, and anger!

"That's not right!" he slammed the table and snarled at the waiter, "This isn't what Ryeka's wine should smell like, have you blended it! Damn, you dare to cheat me out of my money with the blended wine!"

The waiter was momentarily flustered in the face of Luke's anger, but quickly calmed down, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said, "Yes, I have mixed water." ”

"You even confessed, how dare you lie to me with a water-mixed black male!" Luke's face was about to touch the waiter's nose, and his thick arms jerked up several muscles, perhaps tearing the damned waiter apart in the next moment.

"But I didn't want to lie to you, a silver coin can only buy such a cup of rye card mixed with water. The waiter looked him in the eye and said in a deep voice, "If you had bought it in the morning, it would have been pure ryeka, but now ...... No more. ”

"At noon, the guards brought in a new levy. The amount of tax on alcohol – double again!"

"So, you can only buy such rye cards for one coin, and if you want to drink water without water, you have to add money. ”

Lukyan's arm in mid-air suddenly froze, and after a long time, he sat down with a gloomy face, looked at the black rye card mixed with water in the cup, took it up and drank it all as if angry, and then slapped the cup heavily on the table, wiped the corners of his mouth indiscriminately, and began to be silent again.

The others followed him in silence.

Silence, silence, the silence of the crowd made the atmosphere even more oppressive.

Until Luke couldn't take it anymore and stood up with a loud roar, raising his foot and kicking the wooden chair that he was to pieces.

"What kind of world is this!"

"What the fuck is this!"

"You can't buy even the worst beer for a silver coin?"

There was still no sound in the bar other than the sound of Luke kicking his chair.

The onlookers remained silent......

"It can't be like this anymore!"

Everyone looked at the source of the sound in amazement.

Because this voice does not belong to Luke, who is angry, but very immature, with a little hoarseness, and belongs to a child who has just gone through the period of voice change.

In the corner, a half-tall boy clenched his small fists, and his facial features were angrily huddled together: "We can't go on like this any longer!"

"What do you know, little brat?" someone mocked.

The boy looked in the direction of the mockery and said very seriously: "Yes, I don't understand anything, but I can see, I can listen, I can think." I want to ask you who "know", is this the day you want, is this the Blackstone you want?!"

"I don't know anything, but I know that people like us have lived here for a long time, far before the shit mayor, those shit miners came to Blackstone!"

"In the eyes of the big guys, we're stinky shit in the gutter, yes, we're not on the table in the first place, there's nothing to be ashamed of. But even dog shit has the dignity of dog shit! People who want to trample on us, we desperately have to stick a piece on the soles of their shoes, which cannot be washed or removed, so that they will never forget our smell!"

"But now, we've been insulted, we've been trampled on! This is our Blackstone, why should we be treated like this?"

"It can't go on like this!" the little boy took a deep breath, "even if it's just me!"

The silence continued, but not for long.

"You're not alone!" Luke stomped the last leg of his chair into sawdust and pounded his chest, "I can't even drink a beer, and I can't take it anymore!"

The anger of rebellion is like a virus, rapidly multiplying and growing in the hearts of everyone, and then exploding.

"And me!"

"Count me in!"

"Why do those bastards care about us!"

"Beat them up!

"This is our Blackstone!"

"Ours!"

The crowd began to surge, quickly breaking through the wooden doors of the bar and making their way down the street, shouting slogans incessantly, and those who understood the meaning kept joining them.

Blackstone has not seen it before, and it is unlikely that it will ever be.

Hundreds of perpetrators and townspeople flocked to the streets, angrily holding up their belongings and marching in vigour.

No one noticed, and two people stayed at the Firefly Bar.

Luke, with the little boy.

The boy looked out the window, looked at the crowd in the distance, smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Luke, and whispered, "You did a good job, I will report to the teacher truthfully." ”

"Thank you, Aiden. The mighty and tall Luke, standing in front of the little boy at this time, was unexpectedly a little cramped.

He was certainly not afraid of little Aiden, but of his teacher, and his own leader, Mr. Herbert.

And behind Mr. Herbert, the more unfathomable one.