Chapter 1449： I have been rigorously trained

"Who is this uncle who is a bit suffocating? The look in front of the girl is so handsome!"

"Mai Bo, the Mai Mai restaurant, you don't know? Recently, a restaurant in a super fire, Mai Bo is a good cook!"

"The wheat boss is as good as ever, but will not be driven out because of this incident?"

The guests looked at McGonagall, and they couldn’t help but see a lot of people being laughed. For the hegemonic acts of Harvey and Roy’s father and son, there are also many people who are not used to it. Everyone whispers softly. Some girls are the most cute height difference cp in the beginning group.

"It's really annoying. Such scum, direct humanity destruction is not very good." Barbara looked at the back of McGonagall standing in front of him, his eyes flashed a little trouble, a little thought, or slowly I put down my right hand that has opened my palm.

"Who are you?! Dare to talk to me like this." Harvey looked at McGonagall, his eyes were a bit gloomy. As the vice president of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, the patriarch of the Dodge family, he had a very high status in the business community of the City of Chaos. When was it so ridiculed under the crowd.

McGonagall smiled and said: "I am McGonagall, the city of chaos advocates freedom of speech. What do you need to be brave about talking to you? Can you raise your fat arm and jump up and hit my chin? ?"

The banquet hall was quiet for a moment. People looked at the chunky Harvey. There was a burst of laughter in the banquet hall. Many people turned their heads and tried to manage their expressions.

A serious uncle took out the scarves, and some of the ladies who were sorry to help him wiped the clothes and said: "I have been trained very hard, no matter how funny I laugh, I won't laugh unless I can't help it."

Harvey’s face turned green and red, listening to the laughter around him, feeling like a loud slap on his face, so humiliated, he never experienced, holding his fist and looking at McGonagall Cold channel: "Kid, you are playing with me."

"Playing with fire?" McGonagall laughed. "My daughter is very good at playing with fire. If you ask sincerely, I don't mind letting her accompany you."

"You..." Harvey reached out and pointed at McGonagall. He couldn't help but tremble. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He looked at Meg and sneered. "You can know the crime of malicious attack. How long has she been in prison?"

"Malicious attack?" McGonagall looked confused and looked around at a circle of guests. He asked: "Excuse me, what happened just now, isn't it a small, poor and innocent little luoli, trying to face a tall body fat The embarrassing son, helplessly raise a shy little fist to fight up?"

Meg's gaze fell back on Harvey's body and asked with a serious look: "Do you know how many years can you let him be in prison? How many brawny do you want soap? You as a shelter Do you not need to go in and live together for a while?"

The expressions of the guests were a little weird. Although it seemed like this at first glance, it was indeed Roy’s first move to Barbara and trying to take advantage of it.

But... this girl looks weak, but that is obviously an iron fist! Where is the shyness, a boxing ko a hundred and eighty-thousands of strong men, there are few people who can be found in the presence.

However, this analysis of McGonagall is well-founded, and success has occupied the commanding heights of morality and law. The words of soap are even more wonderful.

Sure enough, Harvey and his son heard that their faces have changed color. On weekdays, they are very accustomed to it. They suddenly encounter a new one, which is a bit uncomfortable.

"Father, I don't want to go to jail... I don't want to lick soap..." Roy grabbed Harvey's sleeves, his face was white, and he was afraid.

Harvey was a little calmer and looked at McGonagall: "You... you are nonsense! How can I do something to her under the crowd, but she beats everyone but everyone sees it, you don't think it's the tip of your teeth. The mouth can reverse the black and white, and many people present can testify for us. You can't run today!"

"Run? Why do we want to run? If you feel that you can change the truth by relying on too many people, then it is too much to overestimate your influence and the ability of the Grey Temple to do it?" McGonagall said, to be true He is really not afraid. After all, he still has a hidden position in the city government, which belongs to his own people in the system.

Harvey looked at McGonagall, a hard-nosed guy, and he was very angry.

But the guards who were all guarded by McGonagall did not dare to go forward, and they were fighting with the gods, and they could not look forward to helping Harvey as a thug.

"The boss is so powerful that if he didn't do anything, he would scare them." Yabei Mia looked at McGonagall with his eyes, and in comparison, felt that his mouth was fake.

Elizabeth is also looking at McGonagall. Although it is a bit of a surprise to McGonagall's eloquence, it is quite different from the usual kindness of getting along with everyone, but it is an excellent character.

"Hey, it doesn't seem that I need to shoot." On the second floor railing, Camilla shook the red wine in the goblet and chuckled. From this point of view, Meg, it looks a bit nice.

"No? What's wrong with me? How do you think men look good?! Men are big pig hooves! Not good things!" Camilla shook her head and took out the strange thoughts in her head.

"What happened?" At this moment, a voice with a few haze sounded.

The guests separated a lane, dressed in a bright red dress, and Cyril, wearing a green hat, came in. He glanced at McGonagall, his brow furrowed, how was this guy here.

Then his gaze fell to Roy, who was still sitting on the ground, swollen half of his face, and Harvey, who had a red face, his face changed slightly. He asked: "Haveway Vice President, what happened to you?" ”

"This guy, they are adults, they still fall into our father and son, saying that we should shut us down to Basti prison." Harvey wicked first complained, pointing to McGonagall.

"Okay, I finally got the chance!" Cyril turned his eyes and turned to look at McGonagall and Barbara standing behind him, frowning: "You are not the person at our Aden Chamber of Commerce. How did it get in? Is it a thief who sneaked in and sneaked in? I even dared to maliciously harm Roy, the vice president of the Chamber of Commerce, guarding, and tied them to me and sent them directly to the ash. Go to the temple!"

After all, Cyril was the son of the president, and he was always regarded as the successor of the Morton family. Hearing his orders, he couldn’t sit still by watching the lively guards, thinking about McGonagall, and others. Out of the rope.

"Wait!" Just then, a crisp voice sounded from outside the crowd.

At the same time, there is also the voice of the ceremonial ceremonies at the door: "The director of the Songliao arrives -"