You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 24
Suddenly, Yige seemed to feel something.

When I looked up, my eyes met an old man looking down from the window on the third floor.

The old man is in his sixties and has a wrinkled face, but he still looks sharp-eyed and refreshed.

On his head was a frayed black top hat exuding the vicissitudes of time.

The top hat covered his silver-white hair evenly, and gently tilted on his forehead, giving people a low-key and solemn feeling.

Wearing a dark robe, the robe has left faint folds and marks under the baptism of years.

The robe is also embellished with delicately embroidered silver tigers.

Although the rest of the old man's clothes could not be seen clearly because of the angle, but the sense of grace and dignity was undoubtedly revealed.

Iggy grinned.

Finally found you.

Kick off with your left foot.

With a figure like a leopard, he pounced towards the thugs blocking the doorway.

The leading thug in black didn't even have time to pull out the iron rod.

"Pfft."

"Pfft."

"Pfft."

There were only a few breaths between the three sounds of head explosion.

In a blink of an eye, the gate of the Silver Tiger Gang's resident turned into a red purgatory.

Sprayed blood is the ideal paint, falling on gates, on the ground, in the grass.

It constitutes a wonderful picture scroll in Yige's eyes.

But not enough!

The world can be more beautiful!

Yige kept punching, and swung straight at the last thug.

"I surrender!" The cry made his movements stop.

Invisible fluctuations are scattered in the air.

Eric, whose face was covered with scattered flesh and blood, could no longer control his fear, and twitched and begged Yige for mercy.

He seemed unable to bear the weight of his body and collapsed to the ground.

The tall body suddenly came into contact with the pool of blood on the ground, and there was an inaudible slapping sound.

Splashes of blood climbed onto his skin, but he had no time to care.

All he wanted now was to beg for mercy and live.

Yige recognized that the person in front of him was the janitor he had just sent in to notify the leader of the Silver Tiger Gang, and frowned:
"I remember, I told you to go in and tell your leader to clean the house."

"And you ended up coming out with some ridiculous thugs."

"It seems that you didn't take my words to heart."

Eric heard Yige's accusation and was about to faint from fright. He was afraid of hesitating for a second, his head would explode, and his voice was distorted by extreme fear:
"No, no, no, my lord priest."

"I informed our leader, who arranged for Earl to bring people out."

Eric's body still couldn't stop shaking: "I didn't, I didn't want to attack you!"

Yige nodded, accepting what he said.

In fact, if the gangster hadn't begged for mercy at the time, Ige would have blown his head up as well.

Now that he has stopped, Ige simply keeps this member of the Silver Tiger Gang to question and lead the way.

It is also convenient for him to take over the big house he newly bought as quickly as possible.

"your name?"

Iger asked a simple question, but Eric let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew that he could survive for the time being.

Hastily replied with still weak voice:

"Eric."

Clarence Robbins is the third leader of the Silver Tiger Gang. He thought that he would shoulder the mission of the Silver Tiger Gang for the rest of his life and continue to spend the rest of his life in dormancy.

Absolutely did not expect to meet Sha Xing come to the door.

Out of caution, he stood in front of the window and overlooked the whole situation while sending his men to deal with Yige.

But he saw the whole process of his subordinates being massacred one-sidedly.

Although he couldn't see the exploded head clearly, the shock it brought to him was real.

Especially the bronze light on Yige's body when he started, made him feel that the problem was even more difficult.

In his original cognition, Yige was just a laughing stock of the town

He calls out to gods that no longer exist in the world all day long, dreaming of becoming a priest one day.

He didn't expect that the other party had already become a strong man of the fine copper rank.

And judging from this posture, Yige probably stepped into the fine copper stage a long time ago.

Usually when encountering such an opponent, Clarence would find a way to mediate through various non-positive means and try his best to avoid direct confrontation.

But sending Earl before obviously completely angered the other party.

A group of people had their heads beaten into meat sauce.

Now that Yige is coming aggressively, the ultimate target must be himself.

Clarence paced back and forth in the room, thinking about what to do.

He himself had reached the fine copper level more than ten years ago.

In addition, there are still three quasi-fine copper cadres in the headquarters who are about to advance, and parts of their bodies will glow when they use their muscles.

Theoretically speaking, it is possible to confront Yige head-on.

However, fighting is not a simple addition and subtraction.

Clarence's body continued to decline with age, and his muscle strength naturally declined.

It's hard to say who will win or lose in a battle with an ordinary Bronze Rank, let alone a fight against a strong Bronze Rank like Yige.

The three fast-advancing cadres added together will definitely not be able to make up for this gap.

After thinking about it, Clarence let out a long sigh, took two steps and sat back in the soft leather chair.

He pressed his forehead with both hands, restless.

The noise from downstairs told him that there was not much time left for him to make a decision.

The pressing of the fingers is getting faster and faster.

The shouts of killing coming from all directions of the building became more and more clear and intertwined.

Let him be distraught, and the mania inside him grows like wildfire.

at last.

A critical point has been reached.

enough.

enough!

Clarence's body tensed in depression.

He found a small silver key from the wallet he carried with him and put it on the desk.

Then gently open the bottom drawer on the right-hand side of the table.

Holding the silver key tightly in his fingers, he fumbled in the deepest part of the drawer.

until a tiny indentation is felt.

He hesitated again.

Because he knows that once he continues, there is really no turning back.

However, it didn't take long before the sound of beating and killing outside the door gradually weakened.

Clarence's heart beat wildly.

He knew that he had no choice.

Firmly insert the key into the recess.

As the key is turned, the mechanism is opened with a quiet and thick "click".

The two sides of the desk slowly separated, like flower petals blooming, revealing the precious things hidden inside.

It was an unreal box.

Lifelike graphics are inlaid throughout the box.

From the four corners to the center, different forms of humans and moons with different postures are carved in each direction:

The baby and the crescent moon.

Girly and bright semicircle.

Adult and full moon.

The old man and the mottled waning moon.

Gazing at it is like facing the boundless depth of the moon.

The edges of the treasure box are adorned with thin and delicate silver threads, wound into gorgeous and intricate patterns.

These patterns are like galaxies, endless and blurred, reflecting soft light like water, forming a charming and magnificent scenery around the box.

Clarence chanted eulogies, and stretched out his withered hands to the side of the "Mottled Crescent Moon".

(End of this chapter)