You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 22 Silver Tiger Gang

Checking to make sure the five deeds were in the leather pouch, Igg strode out of the mayor's office.

The sun was high outside, and it was already noon.

The sun pierced through the gaps in the clouds, casting a bright light.

The sky was as blue as a gemstone, without a trace of cloud and fog.

It wasn't until he finally got the deed that Yige had the time to pay attention to the center of the town he was currently in.

The mayor's office is surrounded by a lush green meadow dotted with flowers that exudes a charming fragrance.

A wide and clear river flows slowly from under the castle-like mayor's office. The river is crystal clear, and fish are playing happily in the water.

On both sides of the river are stone bridges and arch covered bridges, connecting several alleys.

There is a stone fountain at the end of the bridge, and the water flows gracefully down from the top of the fountain, shining colorful halos in the sun.

The avenue from San Zemla Square to the mayor's office is lined with continuous quaint buildings.

The windows are full of bright and colorful flower baskets and small curtains.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, but they all walked under the sun, enjoying the refreshing touch left by the breeze on their cheeks.

The location of the Silver Tiger Gang is not as good as Ligang Street, and the central area of ​​the town is not as beautiful as "Talek".

The irony is that, if the purchase of real estate is not counted this time, during the 20 years that Yige stayed in "Talek", he went to Ligang Street more often and came to the center of the town.

Although the town has never explicitly prohibited civilians from going to the center of the town, all low-level people have tacitly avoided it.

Not to mention going to the mayor's office, even going to "Hey, Jack", you have to change into the most decent clothes and bring a well-groomed fur before you dare to set off.

The biggest pastime for the common people is to go shopping on Nieman Street in the factory area to the east of the town.

Men might go to "Bob's Tavern" for a few drinks when they had more money.

That's it.

That's why Mary felt awkward every time she waited outside the mayor's office.

Ige grew up in "Cantel City" since he was a child, and he has seen many beautiful cityscapes, so he wouldn't be surprised.

Therefore, he didn't waste time looking at the scenery, but returned to Leighton Street with Mary and locked the files.

Then they set off again without stopping, aiming at the Silver Tiger Gang's residence at No. 14 Ligang Street.

This time, although Mary still begged to go with him, he didn't take Mary with her.

Going to Ligang Street before was just to understand the situation, and the danger was not that great, so it didn't matter if I took Marie with me.

But now I went to the Silver Tiger Gang's residence to inform them to "vacate" the house.

Presumably the people inside will not be too happy.

Yige went straight to No. 14, Ligang Street, with no distractions.

Ignoring the flying flies and avoiding the poisonous insects that collapsed on the ground, he soon arrived at the familiar building again.

This time the sky was brighter and he could see more clearly.

The big house is still stunning.

The golden facade is shining in the sun, exuding an intoxicating light.

The walls are covered with delicate and gorgeous porcelain decorations, and these gorgeous and colorful decorations shine with charming brilliance, dazzling like stars.

Each arch is carved with intricate and exquisite patterns.

These patterns run from top to bottom.

The whole building reveals harmony in grandeur and solemnity, no matter from which angle you appreciate it, you can feel the beauty of symmetry it exudes.

Ige approached the building, and after admiring its details, he smiled politely at the gang thugs who were standing guard at the gate yesterday:
"Hello, this is the property I just bought."

"Hope you guys can clean the house and leave within a day."

Eric had already started to feel bad when Yige, the man he identified as a strong man yesterday, approached, and now this premonition came true.

The guy opposite had a very polite tone, but what he said was crazy.

Obviously here to find fault.

Who is not a ruthless character who dares to come to Yinhu's gang?
Eric's mentality changed subtly, and he yelled fiercely, "Do you know where this is?"

"You think it's humorous for you to say these things in front of the headquarters of the Silver Tiger Gang?"

Yige frowned: "You just need to report to your leader, I'm short on time."

Eric saw that Ige was not afraid of the name of the Silver Tiger Gang, and he was even more sure that the other party came prepared. He put down his previous pretended arrogance, and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

"I am a priest in service of the great god of ceremonies."

"You can call me Ig."

Eagle replied.

"Priest?!" Eric immediately knew that things were in trouble, and his attitude was even lower. "Good priest, I will go in and report to you."

Eric's aggressive performance did not restore Iger's patience.

He watched the big man in black disappear behind the closed door of the house, silently counting the time.

The room of the leader of the Silver Tiger Gang is located on the highest floor of the entire resident. It is more like the study of a well-off scholar than a gang leader's den.

The whole room is spacious and bright, clean and luxurious.

The front door opens to reveal century-old fir floors, polished to a flawless finish.

A gorgeous "Evergreen Workshop" carpet is laid along the floor, with a patchwork pattern, which shows the owner's pursuit of taste and luxury.

In the center of the room stands a huge elegant and beautifully carved desk.

A row of books is neatly arranged on the table.

Famous paintings are hung on the wooden yellow walls.

The most notable of these is an oil painting signed by Karsh Gosworthy, a member of the "Green Arrow" painting society.

It depicts a woman in a bright blue dress.

She has a graceful figure and a profound expression.

Behind him was twisted and intertwined red and black, a turbulent scene.

Ridiculous and painful.

The woman looked forward with blank eyes, making Eric, who was scanning the painting restlessly, even more uneasy.

Clarence Robbins, the leader of the Silver Tiger Gang who was half reclining on the comfortable leather soft chair, was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "He said his name was Igg?"

"Yes, boss." Eric kept bowing slightly, carefully answering the leader's question.

"You don't know him?" Clarence's tone was playful, which made Eric a little confused for a moment.

"Is he a famous clergyman?" Eric secretly hated that he didn't like reading books and newspapers, and that he had lost face in front of the boss.

Seeing Eric's annoyed look, Clarence laughed.

The boss laughed, and Eric had to laugh with him.

"Go and inform Earl, let him take some brothers working here to break Yige's limbs, find an alley and throw them in."

"Yes, boss!" After listening to the leader's stern order, Eric did not ask the reason, stood upright, and immediately withdrew to find Earl.

Clarence stopped paying attention to Eric, but lay down on the chair again, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, raised his palm again, and held it in the air.

It seems that the Silver Tiger Gang has indeed been silent for too long together with the high-hanging Moon God Mianxia.

Even a paranoid like Yige dared to ride on his head.

(End of this chapter)