York headed south with two patrolmen, and the task of receiving the poor was a bit difficult this time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the Snowman Kingdom, the population of the northwest region is relatively small, except for the White Mist City, the rest of the cities are far inferior to the average big cities in terms of size and numbers, so York directly skipped the surrounding towns and went straight to Asker.

Asker is ranked third in the Northwest and is only half the size of White Mist City, which is not too good, but it is the best option at the moment.

When York came out of the city, he first made it clear that he had to be careful, and that taking away the poor from a city was not a satisfactory action for the lord.

"You're cheating money. The Yorkers didn't have time to wander around, so they went straight to the slums of the city, and halfway there, they saw an old man shouting in front of a shop, and the guy in the shop had his hands on his hips and looked disdainful.

"You damn old man, don't you want to live?" the shopkeeper asked in a haughty manner.

"You sell fake timber with no conscience, and your new house collapses in a few days. The old man was very angry, and he couldn't be summed up as sad when he encountered such a thing, but when he faced the shopkeeper, he was already inferior in momentum.

"Give you face, dare to scold me, give me a hard beating, and see if he still has the strength to speak. The shopkeeper didn't care about the fake timber in the slightest, but focused on the latter sentence, ordering the guards around him to teach the thin old man in front of him a lesson.

The number of onlookers gradually increased, and everyone knows the result of this kind of progress.

"Lord York. "The patrol members can't stand it, a few strong men bully an old man, how can this be endured?

York was a little hesitant, the purpose of this trip was to receive the poor, and he had to be careful in his work, and if he did, he would probably get into trouble.

"Stop. "When it mattered, York stepped up. He considered what the prince would do in the face of such a thing, and that he could find another chance if he failed to act, and that he could not make up for it if he ignored what was in front of him.

The shopkeeper glanced at York, and after many years of experience in dealing with people, he could see that this young man had the air of a petty nobleman, but his dress revealed that his status was not very good, and he was preliminarily judged to be just a decrepit nobleman's son, and such a character was not respected by him.

"Where did you come from, and if you don't want to get into trouble, get out of the way. The tone of the shopkeeper is very tough, and the source of this confidence is that the boss behind him has an extraordinary status, and ordinary people really don't treat him politely.

"Don't you think it's too much for a couple of big men to deal with an old man?" said York, who disliked his tone, and his disdain was very disgusting.

"You're all in a group, since you're all here today, don't even think about running away. "The shopkeeper is not afraid of what a down-and-out aristocrat can set off, and everything can be solved as long as the boss behind him comes forward.

"The tone is not small, who will run today and say that it is not necessarily. "York clenched his fists, and in the face of unreasonable people, fists are the best reason.

"I really don't want to live, don't ask who the shop is at this time. "The shopkeeper is full of confidence, so far no one dares to make trouble in front of the store, even those big businessmen have to be polite.

"Oh, so tell me whose it is?" "York couldn't get used to the attitude of the shopkeeper, did he deserve such bad treatment if he was a civilian.

"Mr. Millis. The shopkeeper's voice was loud, and the onlookers around him could hear it clearly, this was the number one merchant in the city, he was involved in many fields, and he had a lot of means, and he had a deep friendship with the local lord.

Those who stopped whispered that Millis was not a person to provoke, even a minor nobleman of some status would not dare.

"I really don't know. "York really hadn't heard of the name.

"You guys go quickly, Millis has a strong background, and I can't involve you in my business. The old man stepped forward and advised that there was no good fruit to eat in arguing with these unreasonable people.

"Want to go? I said you couldn't leave. "The shopkeeper made up his mind, these people had to be beaten up.

The shopkeeper had the guards rush out and surround them.

"Sir, you get out of the way first. "York has received formal martial arts training, and his strength is considered medium in the knights' ranks, and these reckless men in front of him are really not eye-catching.

These guards were all strong men with fat heads and big ears, and they rushed directly towards York and the others with sticks in their hands, and the old man didn't pay attention to them at all.

Somewhat bulky, their dash was a joke in York's eyes, sideways to dodge the onslaught of the guards, attacking from behind, and grabbing their weapons to fight the rest of the guards head-on.

These guards were able to show off their might in front of ordinary people, but at this time, they fell to the ground one by one and cried bitterly.

"How dare you be arrogant everywhere just these two moments?" York scoffed, thinking that he could still make a few moves, but he didn't expect that he could fight a single one.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the shopkeeper took advantage of the chaos to target the old man who was hiding, as long as he was controlled, the situation would be reversed in an instant.

The shopkeeper sneaked up on the old man, and at this time everyone's attention was focused on the few people in the scene, and they didn't notice the shopkeeper's actions at all.

The old man stood in front of the crowd, looking nervously at the Yorks, praying that they would not be harmed, after all, everything was caused by him, and these young men really did not know how to thank them for their own standing.

York eliminated the last man, and when he saw the shopkeeper, he immediately realized what was going to happen next.

York knew that it was too late to tell the old man to dodge at this time, he didn't have the time and speed to react at all, and he could only rush over to stop the shopkeeper at present.

When York left, the shopkeeper also found that his actions were exposed, and he originally planned to hold the old man hostage, but at this time he attacked the old man fiercely.

Both sides were sprinting with all their might, and the moment the shopkeeper's stick fell, York arrived in time and punched out.

The stick broke in half, and the back of York's hand was injured.

Ignoring the hand injury, York got up and kicked the shopkeeper to the ground and rolled directly on the ground a few times, and the people behind him dodged out of the way, afraid of making contact with this person.

"Is this what you can do with such a big breath and only one old man in the end?" said York, spitting at it.

At this time, the shopkeeper didn't have the arrogant appearance just now, lying on the ground with his stomach covered and wailing.

"Thank you so much. "The old man blames himself very much, these people have no relatives and no reason with him, they have helped so much today, and they were injured in order to save themselves, how can this kindness be repaid?

"It's fine. York waved his hand, the injury looked serious, but it didn't hurt the muscles and bones, and it would heal in a few days with some trauma medicine.

"Wait, I'll tell Mr. Millis, it's not going to end well. The shopkeeper lay on the ground and howled angrily, this sound touched the sore spot, and he no longer had the strength to speak.

Patrols who were aware of the anomaly arrived at the scene.