Doubao frowned as he thought of the enemy that the museum owner had unintentionally provoked.

'I don't know where their headquarters is.'

'If you knew, the poison I just prepared might... be able to cure you once and for all.'

'But it should be hard to find, right?'

'If it could be found, the empire would have sent troops long ago.'

'so……'

'I have to work harder to practice martial arts.'

After thinking about it, Doubao made up his mind and took the 'Peiyuan Dan' in the afternoon, and then practiced boxing more diligently.

Strive to find strength and develop ‘muscles’.

Thinking of this, Doubao came back to his senses.

By this time, Jason had finished eating a bucket of rice.

"Eat slowly, and..."

Doubao stood up with a smile and took out another piece of rice from the kitchen.

Yesterday, after Zui Xian Lou got a rough idea of ​​her restaurant owner's appetite, she had given up taking chances and cooked each meal according to the basic amount of food for twenty people.

Fortunately, there are two old ladies who help, otherwise, she would not be able to do it at all.

'However, it seems that the owner is still not enough.'

'How about hiring two more old ladies after a while?'

'Oh, it's another extra expense.'

'And why has the price of meat increased recently?'

'Not only pork, but also beef and mutton are growing. The price is almost the same every day.'

Doubao thought about trivial things, picked up his own small bowl of rice, and started eating.

This 'small bowl' was derived from comparison with Jason. Jason usually ate from a bucket, so a basin-sized bowl seemed a bit too small.

Those who practice martial arts.

Being able to eat is a blessing.

Jason and Doubao were having lunch. On Wuguan Street, in front of Zhao Laosi's stall, Jia Youcai took the first team of agents and another team of agents to change shifts and take a short break.

Speaking of resting, I just sat at the tea shop across the street and ate some food bought from the street stalls.

Some braised meat and white crusted flatbread, and then eat it with tea.

However, except for Jia Youcai, none of the detectives in this team had any appetite.

"Boss, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

one of the detectives asked.

"Uncomfortable?"

“You’ll get used to it after seeing it too much.”

"It doesn't matter. On the pier before, in front of the 'Zui Xian Tower' last night, the scene was really scary."

Jia Youcai ate a piece of fat sausage, took a bite of the white pancake, and drank a sip of tea before speaking slowly.

"That's right!"

"We have all heard that, boss, you fought against the snitch."

"If it weren't for you, the snitch would have escaped."

"And in front of the 'Drunken Immortal Tower', you also chopped down several assassins."

"You are the leader."

The surrounding police officers gave thumbs up as they spoke.

"Young men have practiced it after all."

"And, let me tell you, at that time..."

Jia Youcai wiped his lips and started bragging as a habit.

The surrounding police officers immediately began to flatter him one by one.

When Jia Youcai said he was happy, he really sat there and made gestures, as if he was really the biggest contributor to the major crimes that occurred in the 'Mountain City' in the past two days, as the police officers flattered him.

Of course Jia Youcai knew that he was not.

The biggest contributor is the master of the Mu Pavilion.

he?

In other words, he is just a piggybacker.

But under the bragging of a group of people, he couldn't help it.

Never again!

This is the last time!

Jia Youcai told himself this.

Then, as if the knot in his heart was untied, he began to talk more intensely about what happened in the past two days and brag about himself.

The detectives naturally continued to flatter him.

However, a person staring here not far away sneered.

Then, the man turned around and walked towards the end of Wuguan Street.

‘Zhang’s Martial Arts School’.

When he reached the door of the martial arts hall with a sign on it, the man nodded to the two brothers standing at the door and went straight to the backyard.

Compared to Jason's martial arts gym, this 'Zhang's martial arts gym' is much larger.

Not only is it a martial arts training ground, the backyard is also divided into one into two courtyards.

At this moment, Zhang, Li and Zhao were sitting in the reception room of the east wing.

The food and wine on the table had already been removed and replaced with tea and cakes.

The aroma of tea quickly washed away the smell of leftover rice.

"Master, I heard about it."

"That's what happened."

The disciple who was following him before, under the instruction of his master, did not cover up and just spoke directly.

"Ha, Jia Youcai really dares to say that."

Sitting nearby, a tall and thin man with thick knuckles laughed.

"This is just a joke, just listen to it."

The short, stocky man with thick knuckles sitting opposite him was very kind.

"Brother Li, Brother Zhao didn't look at everything comprehensively this time."

"What does it mean that someone like Jia Youcai dares to say this after seeing Mubai's boxing skills?"

Zhang Ming, who was sitting in the main seat, asked with a smile while holding a tea cup.

The owner surnamed Li who spoke first was already thin enough, but this Zhang Ming was even thinner. It would be no exaggeration to say that he was skinny, especially when he was sitting there, he looked like a skinny bird.

Coupled with this man's thinning hair, he looked like a hungry vulture standing there.

Even though I was smiling at this time, it felt like I was smiling but not smiling at all.

"What does it mean?"

The two museum owners, Li and Zhao, looked puzzled.

"It means that Mubai was seriously injured and may not die soon."

"He used our name to open a restaurant on Wuguan Street."

"It's not an exaggeration to say that he stepped on us to get to the top."

"The laws of heaven are in good circulation!"

"Now it's our turn!"

Zhang Ming put the tea cup on the table beside him and sneered again and again.

"What do you mean, Brother Zhang?"

Li and Zhao, the two museum owners, continued to ask.

"Kill him!"
To be continued...