Trafford’s Trading Club

At night, Rochu walked alone on the streets of the town - and suddenly he realized he didn't seem to have to rush back to the estate… in fact, he never had to rush anywhere before.

Just because the maid is away temporarily, and Daechul is in the dimensional crevice... Nero is gone, only Loya has more time left to sleep than to wake up.

Among the estates, the only thing that is presumably sober is the maid's artificial intelligence [Eve] who stays to handle everyday groceries... and Sister Ren is not even in this exotic country.

Lochu found that he was not in a hurry to go back, actually because inside the estate, no one was waiting for him to go home.

The estate is the property of a maid, and it even makes Daechul and Nero very clean… it is spacious and bright, quiet and comfortable, but it… is not a home for the time being.

By the time Mr. Smith's restaurant passed, the door was still open, apparently because Mr. Smith was still in the hospital with his wife, who was not in danger.

Someone greeted Mr. Smith in front of his restaurant door and was supposed to be a regular customer of the restaurant on weekdays… but obviously it was just a stranger to Rochu for the first time.

He probably thinks of Rochu as an old customer here, too.

The residents of the town seem to be so enthusiastic… Perhaps because the town is not really big, in fact, the relationship that everyone knows, rather than living in the same city, is actually a neighborhood.

The old customer, who wandered in front of the restaurant, was probably really upset that Mr. Smith's food could not be eaten today, so he caught a man who stopped at the restaurant door and came up without saying anything.

“Hey, buddy, would you like to join me for a drink? My treat! ”

Boss Lo looked at the little Scottish dress worn by the boss and the boss, and finally politely refused.

“I'm sorry, sir, but someone's waiting for me at home. ”

“Ha ha! It's good!”

The old man in the little dress did not mind, but said with a more appreciative look: "You really should treasure your family! Believe me, young man, this is the most correct thing in the world, something you will regret in the future, there will surely be this one that has never been properly accompanied by your family! God-bless-you!”

He nodded to the passers-by in a small dress… Mr. Lo remembered this sense of life and said softly to the old man, "I also wish him well. ”

The old man probably can't tell the true meaning of the phrase [I also wish him well]... he probably thinks it means [GOD-BLESS-YOU] too... or that's what it means directly.

But he was clearly in a good mood to leave.

Boss Lo left in front of the small restaurant and continued to stroll the streets of the town. He remembered Ren Ziling, so he picked up his phone and thought about it for a while before sending a message: Remember to eat lunch.

But momentarily, the nanny came back with a long message outside the seven time zones. Lo Qiu looked down and read carefully, and the lines in the words seemed to gradually sound like her voice.

Then he stopped… a group of people blocked the road and blocked him.

……

Correctly, the people in the way didn't say who they were trying to get in the way of —— they were just a bunch of people who were curiously gathered together: the gourd eaters.

Boss Luo took his phone away and looked at it. He really found two young people with Asian faces. At this time, he was eating and watching with watermelons... The people were surrounded, it looked like a fight, right?

Many people even held up their phones for shooting and uploading —— the fight is over.

Inside the crowd, there was only one man in a black robe... who was supposed to stay in a hooded hat, but somehow lifted his bald head, as he reached out and grabbed a young man's collar, lifting the young man in one hand.

There are still a few stubborn guys lying on the ground… they are probably this tall young friend or something?

It's easy to think of little stories like this when you look at images like this.

A few young people who had nothing to do with their meals wanted to have some fun. At this time, they suddenly ran into a funny guy in a black robe, with his face covered, walking in the street. The little, boring door came up and provoked him, even lifting the other person's hat.

Thought he was a few of the king's brothers, so he let the skinhead uncle, who thought he was bronze, kill him directly... and so this is the scene.

By the way, the bald old man in the black robe had a tattoo like a scorpion on his bare head.

“I'm wrong, I'm wrong, let me go! Please leave me alone! I'm sorry, I'm just a kid! ”

The tall young man cried in horror at this time and begged for forgiveness... I don't know whose child he is, but there are people in the crowd who recognize him... The impression of the town is more enthusiastic and unfolds in front of Boss Lo again.

Or the little skirt owner, who had a lot of talk in front of the restaurant door -- he pushed the crowd out.

“Hey, man.” The old man in the little dress reaches out and puts his hand directly on the shoulder of the bald old man in the black robe, "listen to me, you really don't have to compare yourself to such a child. If they really offend you, then you've taught them enough lessons! Believe me, it won't be a pleasure to keep things going... how about I buy you a drink? ”

Uncle Black Robe's bald head heard that he really threw the tall young man on the ground without a look on his face - when he landed, the young man slipped his legs and let his body move quickly... He moved to his fellow man who couldn't make it to the ground, and even if the idea of escape arose, he didn't want to abandon his partner like this for the moment.

It's just that no matter how he rocks, his buddies on the ground can't wake up.

“Son, call an ambulance.” The old man in the dress frowned at this moment and then glanced at Uncle Bald, and he actually grabbed the other man's arm and said with regret: “Sorry, man, I don't think I can buy you a drink for now... you may be getting a little heavy, you see these kids knocked out by you. Believe me, I know these kids, they're naughty but I beat them up a lot too... but I wouldn't beat them so hard. You're already a criminal. ”

The bald-headed man in the black robe finally had a look on his face... only to see him smile, backhanded the old man of the little dress grabbing his palm and snapping the wrist of the old man of the little dress.

“No one can convict me… a humble man! ”

“What?” The master of the little dress snorted. He looked at his dead wrist and blinked subconsciously in his eyes, then frowned... he hit the bald man's nose directly by banging his forehead hard!

Oh--!

This kind of impact hurts at first glance! When the crowd paused, a chill sounded like this!

A bald man in a black robe had an incredible look at the moment.

He was probably hit by the old man's gavel and had a little nosebleed at the nostrils.

The bald-headed man subconsciously reached out and touched his nose, looking at the blood stained with his fingertips, his eyes flashed with anger, his repressed and low voice slowly sounded: “Ignorant mortal, how dare you... Oh--! ”

The little skirt master also seemed to have a tantrum, at which point another hammer came up and hit the bald man again.

“Are you awake? If you're not awake, I don't mind giving you a few more! ”

“You... want to die!” The bald man in the black robe made a cold voice at this moment, and he stretched out his hand with his palm open, facing the old man in his little skirt, "Repent for the sins you have committed in the heat of the sun fire... mortal! ”

The old man in the little dress heard the rumor, and his subconscious mind jumped, and seemed to have felt an unprecedented fear during this moment - only that he blinked, but nothing happened.

Nothing really happened - only this black-headed uncle stretched out his five fingers and spoke seriously in the crowd... awkwardly fast!

“I am the descendant of the great god of war, Ares! The flames of the heavens and the earth punish for me mortals who are ignorant and ignorant. ”

The black robe bald man's five fingers opened again and pushed forward… nothing happened.

“The valiant soldiers of ancient times… I summon you in the name of the children of Ares, the god of war, why destroy the sinners in front of you! ”

He grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand at this time and opened his right five fingers again, pushing it forwards hard... nothing happened.

“With the power of the ancient gods... Oh--! ”

The old man in the little dress probably can't read it anymore, and this time he was too lazy to use a hammer. He came up with a normal hook and hit the bald man in the abdomen directly.

Don't look at this little skirt, the old man is a bit old, but the thighs exposed by the little skirt are muscular and obviously have a long habit of exercising... this fist is expected to be strong.

“The god of war, huh? Ancient soldiers, huh? Divine power, huh?” The master of the little dress strangled the bald man's neck with one hand, pressed his body, punched each other with a fist - until he finally beat the bald head of the black robe to the ground, looked at Venus, couldn't even climb, and tidied up his little dress and clothes, humming: “Psychotic! ”

The ambulance then arrived, carrying away several unconscious young men, and the patrol police of the town arrived, handcuffed the black robe and took the police car with them.

The crowd gradually dissipated because there was nothing worth watching... life was like this, things worth stopping for were happening all the time, but very briefly... who cared, who would stop for him for one night?

“Son of a bitch, don't mess with me again! Don't wander around the streets at night!” The only young man who hasn't fainted was taught by the little skirt master, humming: “Your father was never as naughty as you! ”

He didn't dare to talk at this moment, but nodded with a promise.

“Let's go! Follow me to the police station. I'll be with you. Don't be afraid! But you need to tell the original story once, what to do, absolutely not to be ambiguous! I won't help you! ”

“Yes, yes! ”

Later, the patrol police came to greet the little skirt master very politely and invited him into the police car... Turns out the old man was also a policeman in the town, but he was retired.

He was their old predecessor... I heard he was a tantrum before, but he also had a nickname called [Uncle Pike, Good Neighbor].

After the police car left, even the two Asian youth eating watermelon did not know when to leave... Mr. Lo went to the scene of the incident, waved his hand, saw a sewer cover come out next to him, and suddenly something slowly came up.

It's a gray crystal… the crystal probably doesn't know when to fall into the sewer.

With this crystal, Lochu blinked and looked, then slowly disappeared into the streets of the town at night, as if nothing had happened.

……

“Name! Speak! ”

The bald man in the black robe sat silently in the office of the town police station, staring dead at the people around him - especially the skirt who knocked him down on the ground: Uncle Pike, known as [good neighbor Uncle Pike].

These guys are called Uncle Pike, very enthusiastic... but the bald-headed man in the black doubts himself at this time that this Uncle Pike in a little Scottish dress might be some powerful old teacher hidden in the world - otherwise he would never have been hit so easily!

That must be it!

A bald-headed man even remembers crazily in his head what happened when he met Uncle Pike - he suspected in his eyes that this unknown powerful old magician must have secretly poisoned himself, otherwise he would not have become so weak!

He found the divine power of his great god of war, Ares, in the offspring of his descendants, unnecessary! His body was like steel, so easily that the old magician's fist bled out!

Not only that, he couldn't even summon the souls of ancient soldiers to fight for himself - he turned out to be the most ordinary mortal!

Even the Guardian of the Dark God did not make any difference at this moment... this world is so horrible!

At this point, the policemen couldn't ask, so they looked at Lord Pike helplessly.

Master Pike shook his head and forked his legs directly in front of the bald man in the black robe. “Go ahead, name, address, contact details. ”

The black-headed man silenced for a moment before slowly saying: "Dear man, forgive my rudeness... who are you? ”

Uncle Pike: “??? ”