Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 132 Come on, Boss Swain!

Emperor Russell said it well, as the saying goes, eating people is short of mouth, and taking people is short of hands.

"Mr. Neil, you are such a kind gentleman!"

At this time, Ron, who was eating a small cake, had a smile on his face and sincerely said something free of charge.

"Ron, you are such a smooth little guy."

The compliment from the blond boy obviously made Old Neil very happy. He smiled and nodded, approving the speed of the boy in front of him.

At this time, there were many more pedestrians on the streets than before, and various horse-drawn carriages were driving rapidly, quickly making the city noisy.

As they walked, Old Neil took Ron to the public carriage stop on Zotland Street.

"Mr. Neal, which restaurant are we going to?"

"No, we are not going to the restaurant. I have one more thing to do, and I have to finish it before I can enjoy the delicious food."

"So, where are we going?"

"We are going to the largest underground trading market in Tingen City."

"Kline and I were there a few days ago to help their boss out with something valuable."

"Today's weather is very good. It's a good day to collect debts. And you know, as Extraordinary beings, we also need some necessary "material replenishments."

Old Neil said with some pride, and his voice was very low when he talked about topics related to extraordinary people, but this still could not stop his enthusiasm to collect debts from loan shark bosses, because it was an experience he had never had before.

While they were talking, the public carriage had arrived at the stop. After paying a few pennies, the two of them arrived at the Dragon Bar in Tingen City.

As soon as you opened the door and entered the bar, a warm atmosphere greeted you.

Unlike those bragging drunkards at sea, the drunkards in the interior of Loen Kingdom have their own traditional projects.

"Catch it and bite it to death!"

"Hurry, Tom, we're still two cocks away from breaking the record!"

"Don't lose, Tom! I bet six souras!"

There was a cacophony of excitement, nervousness and hatred, covering up the beautiful words of other patrons in the pub who expressed their emotions to each other.

Ron turned his head and looked at the large iron cage surrounded by the group of drunkards.

Inside, I saw a large canine with black and white colors and light-colored eyes, swooping left and right. It had an IQ that did not belong to its species and the expectations of a drunkard, and it was frantically catching the mice running around on the ground. .

"This is a dog-and-mouse game, a new type of gambling. Children should not get involved."

Seeing Ron's appearance, Old Neil quickly interrupted his thoughts, because the elderly nighthawk had only now realized that a place like a bar seemed inappropriate for minors to follow him.

At this moment, a burly old man wearing a worn navy officer's coat walked out.

"Old Neil, what are you doing here, and bringing a little kid with you?"

The blue-eyed old man with messy brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol looked at Ron, and then asked the gray-haired old Neil.

"Swain, you didn't sound like this the last time I came here."

Seeing this, Old Neil replied with a smile.

"Last time it was because you came to pay me back. I won't refuse someone to give me money!"

"By the way, this is compensation for you!"

The owner of the Dragon Bar obviously knew Old Neil very well. As he spoke, he threw a small cloth bag out of his pocket.

"Swain, you are more generous than I thought."

After taking the cloth bag and carefully checking the materials reimbursed from the "Punisher", Old Neil immediately showed a sincere smile and praised the other party.

"Heh, it's okay. I'll make it back from you anyway."

The burly old man also laughed when he saw this, causing Old Neil's smile to disappear from his face before it really spread.

Taking a deep breath to calm down his complicated emotions, his crimson eyes looked at the "Punisher" captain whom he had known for most of his life.

"Swain, I'm going to the underground trading market, so I'll leave this little guy to you to keep an eye on for me." "Don't let him run around or cause any damage."

"Wait a minute, old guy, I'm the boss here, I'm not here to take care of your children!"

The owner of the Dragon Bar decisively refused, but as soon as he, who was wearing a shabby navy officer's coat, made a move, Old Neil pushed Ron forward and went to the secret door of the bar.

"Wait"

The secret door opened and closed, leaving the "punisher" who was a contemporary of Old Neil speechless for a moment.

He stood there with a distorted expression, then moved his tall body and came to Ron, looking down at the little kid in front of him.

After looking at it for a while, Swain put on a serious face and said in a feigned ferocity:
"I advise you, little thing, to stop running around. The people here are not easy to mess with!"

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

Faced with such intimidation, Ron snorted arrogantly, then bypassed the burly old man who was stunned on the spot, and went to the bar on his own.

“A bottle of Gold Lonzi!”

The immature boy's voice rang out, causing the bartender who was cleaning the glasses to freeze on the spot. He looked at his boss and didn't know what to do for a moment.

However, before he could react, the blond boy jumped slightly and slapped a five-pound note on the bar.

"You still drink!?"

"How did Old Neil educate you!?"

Swain was dumbfounded looking at Ron's skillful look.

"Hey, old man, drinking is a sign of a man. Why, can't you do it?"

The blond boy's mouth was as sharp as ever, which instantly brought the anger of the "angry people" to the peak.

"Little one, don't be too arrogant, today I will let you see a real man!!!"

……

"Two hundred milliliters of rancid monster's blood, five grams of Linghua grass powder, and three roots of Midsummer grass."

Old Neil, with gray hair and dark red eyes, counted the occult materials that he had been busy for a long time and spent a lot of money to purchase.

Fortunately, I still have enough money this time, otherwise I would have to borrow it from that old guy Swain again.
Heaving a sigh of relief in his heart and sighing his luck, the senior night watcher straightened his clothes and left the underground trading market.

He pushed open the secret door, and the warm atmosphere of the bar hit him again.

"This is too exaggerated!"

"This is strong distilled liquor, it's already the tenth bottle!"

"Swain, come on! Give that brat some color!"

"Let him see how powerful you are. I've pressed a full 8 souls on you!"

A chaotic sound mixed with shock, anger and hatred came, making Old Neil's brows gradually frown.

He looked at the drunkards who had surrounded the bar counter, and suddenly felt bad in his heart. He quickly took three steps at a time and then two steps to the edge of the crowd, and saw a scene that amazed the drunkards.

"Hiccup~ Little brat, I, Swain, recognize that you are a real man!"

At this time, the bar owner's face was red, and he smelled strongly of alcohol. There were empty glass bottles piled on the bar in front of him.

With a "plop", this "angry man" who often drank alcohol lay on the table and slowly slid to the ground, unable to get up again.

The blond boy, with a calm face and a heartbeat, continued to drink tons and tons of strong distilled liquor without any intention of stopping.

Seeing this scene, Old Neil suffered a cardiopulmonary arrest and his eyes widened.

"Swein, is this how you treat children!?"

An angry roar sounded, causing the drunken Dragon Bar owner lying on the ground to scratch his heart hair.

(End of this chapter)