Chapter 180

The guards surrounded the tavern.

Let the bartenders who were preparing for the opening also stop their work.

He could only sit aside and watch the guard captain and Fang Hao talking not far away.

"That's how it happened. Although I will testify for you, he is the son of the head of internal affairs after all. It's hard to say how things are going." The captain of the guard sat in a wooden chair and explained what had just happened.

Bang!

Not far away, the rough pottery cup that the landlady was wiping fell to the ground and quickly bent down to pick it up.

Just now she was still reminding that the shop opposite offended the big man, the son of the interior manager.

As a result, the store could not open or sell.

Fang Hao hasn't left the house yet, so he's gone to the son of the interior manager.

It's hard not to offend now.

The sudden sound just gave the two chatting people a look and continued the topic just now.

"How do you usually solve it?" Fang Hao asked.

"It's hard to say. For some reason, the city lord left many things to the manager. All his sons..." The captain paused slightly. "You know what I mean?"

"Well, I see." Fang Hao nodded.

Before long, the news came that the city Lord had an invitation.

Fang Hao and an Jia were taken to the direction of the city Lord's house.

On the way, Anja said curiously, "why don't we run."

"What do you run? We're reasonable. What's more, the other city Lord is not as powerful as you. What's terrible?" Fang Hao whispered.

Cyril is a city Lord and only a blue fifth order hero.

You may not have fought Anja in the war.

"I'm not afraid you're in danger." Anja said again.

"It's all right. I brought the scroll. By the way, is the manager's son seriously injured?"

"Not dead."

"That's all right."

Crossing the street, they came to the city master's house.

In the hall.

In addition to the city Lord Cyril, who met once, there was a tall, thin, curly haired middle-aged man.

"Lord." Fang Hao nodded.

"Sit down, Mr. Fang Hao."

Fang Hao took Anja and sat down.

"My house manager said your bodyguard attacked his son. I want to know about it." Cyril's plain opening.

I can't hear the meaning of favoritism.

"Yes, but the reason for this is that Mr. manager's son wanted to take my mount and pulled out his long sword after the bodyguard advised him to stop." Fang Hao explained.

Bang!

The tall thin manager's face turned red, clapped his hands on the table, stared at Fang Hao and began to scold loudly.

"Full of nonsense, you barbarians from the countryside dare to attack public officials in prur. It's really big..."

Halfway through the conversation, he swallowed it again.

A white dagger with gorgeous shape, like the crown of a tree at the head of the sword, has reached his throat.

"Speak well, spit again, and I'll open a hole for you." Fang Hao said in a deep voice.

The other party obviously didn't report to reason.

Of course, Fang Hao also prefers a simpler way.

"Well, you all sit back." Cyril spoke again.

The chief internal affairs officer retreated a little and opened a certain distance before he continued: "Lord, it's unforgivable that he dared to light his weapons here."

Cyril frowned at him and scolded the old man. He was stunned by anger.

Are you afraid of Fang Hao below?

It looked leisurely, like its own hall.

Fang Hao's identity has always been a mystery. The elimination of the long entrenched bandit camp in one day proves that there is no small army behind him.

Can you move him yourself.

Fight a city for your son who causes trouble everywhere?

Is it possible?

"Well, I've also learned about this matter. There are mistakes on both sides. I'll arrange someone to treat your son then. That's all." Cyril said directly.

I don't mention who is right or wrong. I'll take it directly.

The interior manager frowned. As soon as he wanted to protest, he saw the warning in Cyril's eyes.

All the hatred could only be swallowed, gritted his teeth and said, "OK, I'll listen to the Lord of the city. Forget it."

"Ha ha, OK, Mr. Fang Hao, how do you feel?" Cyril looked at Fang Hao, "after all, this is prur city. It's too much to beat people after all."

"Listen to the Lord." Fang Hao smiled.

Things that worried everyone were solved so quickly.

Cyril and his good slime, no one is right or wrong, both sides are wrong.

It's over. Don't mention it.

Of course, Fang Hao was very satisfied with this result. After all, it was not his own people who were beaten.

The house manager left in a huff.

Fang Hao stayed and continued: "Lord, I've chosen a shop. It's just settled. Let's see how much it costs."

"Yes, which one?" Cyril asked curiously.

"It's on the commercial street, the one opposite the rose tavern."

"Oh? There are no vacant shops in that street. It seems that you are lucky." Cyril said with some surprise.

"Maybe."

The shop has been closed for two years because it offended the son of the interior manager. No one dares to buy it.

Just now the landlady was still mentioning this matter to him. Now, don't worry so much. People have been beaten by Anjia, so there is no need to offend.

"Someone." Cyril shouted.

A waiter came in, "Lord."

"You take Mr. Fang Hao to handle the shop."

"OK, Mr. Fang Hao, miss, please follow me."

The waiter took them away and went through the formalities of the shop.

The price was so high that he thought about whether to build a city and make money by building houses.

This is too violent.

After completing the formalities, you need to send the money to the city master's house within three days. At that time, you can take the deed of house and officially become the owner of the real estate.

As they talked, they walked out of the city master's house.

……

In the tavern.

"I dare say he can't get out." A bartender moved tables and chairs and talked about what had just happened. "I've been to the city Lord's residence for so long. It's estimated that my head has been cut off."

"It's not certain. People from other places have money. That old guy only dares to bully people in this city, but those from other cities dare not."

"The living are the rich and the poor." The bartender continued.

Creak!

The door opened again, and the glare of the sun shone in, making several people squint slightly.

Fang Hao sat down in front of the bar again, and Anja also sat aside.

The bartenders stared at each other.

Even if it's all right, it won't come back so soon.

"Solved?" The landlady was also a little surprised. Everyone in the city knew that the house manager was even more difficult than a rogue.

These two young people must have come out so quickly.

"Solved." Fang Hao continued, "you haven't finished the story of the reward."