Endless Debt
Chapter 85 Hardware Man
The girl wiped the wine glasses and hung them one by one on the cup holder above her head. There was a bit of sadness in her eyes, and her face showed the fatigue that should not be seen at her age.
This is her fourth day of overtime work. Anyone as busy as Afia would not look too happy.
During the day, Afia usually works in the flower shop at home, but the business of the flower shop has not been good recently, and the rent in the agreement area is terribly expensive. In order to support the family, she will work in this bar after the flower shop closes. .
The manager of the bar is a very friendly person. He usually only schedules shifts for Afia from afternoon to evening. During this period, there are not many customers and there are not many troublesome people. Afia is very grateful to him for this.
The manager nodded and said that he had a daughter who was about the same age as Afia. He also said that people who work hard in life deserve to be treated with kindness.
The boss is so good and the salary is good, which makes Afia work harder.
After wiping the wine glass, Afia glanced inside the bar. It was not yet late at night and there were almost no customers in the bar.
Everything is pretty much the same as usual, but... there are also some slight differences.
Afia cast her eyes towards the bar, where a strange customer was sitting. She used the word "weird" to describe it. Afia thought it might be a bit rude, but in her short career, she had never seen such a customer. It’s the first time I’ve seen him.
It was a young man who looked to be in his twenties. His black hair was tied back, with some hair falling down, covering his blue eyes. His complexion was unhealthy fair, and he was wearing neat black clothes. There is a briefcase beside the seat.
Because the bar is close to the dock, the people who come here to drink and have fun are usually dock workers. After a tiring day, they wear sweat-soaked clothes and exude a slight fish smell.
His face is covered with stubble and stubble, and he makes bad jokes. The manager only allows him to work during times when there are fewer people, just to protect Afia.
Afia had never seen many such decent people in the bar, and judging from the man's behavior, it didn't look like he was here to drink and have fun, but more like he was waiting for someone.
Afia continued to look at the man from the corner of her eyes. What really made Afia curious about the man was not only his incompatible temperament, but also the mysterious feeling.
The last person who gave her this feeling was named Qiu Qi, a frequent customer at the flower shop. Qiu Qi was very talkative and often chatted with her about interesting things. However, the more she talked, the less Afia felt she understood Qiu Qi. Strange, it seems that Church is like a cloud far away in the horizon. You can see him, but you cannot touch the real him.
The man in front of her also gave her a similar feeling to Church, and most of the time, Church, like the man, wore black, as if he was blending into the shadows.
For a moment, Afia even wondered whether the two people worked in the same company.
Boluogo noticed the girl's gaze. That day he was talking to Kedening outside and did not enter the flower shop at all. Naturally, he did not know Afia.
The green eyes were blank for a few seconds, and soon Boluogo realized something and said to Afia.
"Please give me a glass of orange juice."
He thought he was just sitting around and not consuming, which aroused the girl's dissatisfaction.
"Oh well."
After checking the time, Afia was about to get off work, and she was ready to take off her apron.
"I thought you were going to order something alcoholic."
After getting busy, Afia pushed a glass of orange juice towards Boluogo.
Judging from her feelings, she felt that men were more suitable for drinking in silence. When Boluogo drank orange juice, he felt like a strong man entering a restaurant and choosing a children's set meal.
"I don't like drinking on the job," Bologeau said.
"Working hours? Are you at work?"
Afia was a little surprised. At this time, everyone should be off work.
"To be precise, I will start work in a while," Bologo looked up at the clock, "The work is like this. Whenever there is trouble, you have to arrive at that time."
"As bad as it sounds, people usually use alcohol to relax," Afia said.
"But alcohol will slow down the reaction, even if it is only a little, or even has no effect at all...but professionals cannot allow any risks to exist." Bologo said seriously.
"Sounds really dedicated." Afia didn't realize it.
"Do what you do, love what you do." Bologo toasted to Afia.
The door of the bar was opened, and several people walked in. They were shouting loudly. After a day of exhaustion, everyone smelled of sweat. Afia secretly thought something was wrong. Normally, this group of people didn't get off work so early.
"Yo! Afia!"
The leading man saw Afia behind the bar and shouted excitedly.
"Are you on duty today?"
"No, I'll get off work soon." Afia said, she was very bad at dealing with these people.
"No, you always leave in such a hurry, why don't you stay with us more?"
The man was sitting in front of the bar, holding his chin in his hands, staring at Afia with a look of obsession.
Afia's appearance is not stunning, but she always carries the fragrance of flowers. Just being around her will make you feel a warm softness, which makes people intoxicated.
Young and beautiful girls like Afia are rare. Everyone likes to make bad jokes and then watch Afia leave with disgust and shame on her face.
For them, this is one of the few fun times of the day.
Others also sat down one after another, like a wall of people, surrounding the bar. Boluogo sat in the middle, looking out of place.
He didn't pay attention to these people, but looked at Afia, feeling a little surprised.
If there is no duplicate name, this Afia should be the same person as Afia from the flower shop. Boluogo couldn't help but shake his head. Sometimes he felt that Opos was ridiculously big, and sometimes he thought Opos was very small. , often meet acquaintances.
Palmer said before that Church was attracted to Afia because when he entered a flower shop, he saw Afia watering the flowers among the flowers.
The afternoon light fell softly on her body through the glass window. She was like a flower elf who strayed into the world and conquered the cold and gloomy Church so easily.
"Everyone, please be quiet and don't disturb Afia."
A young voice sounded, and another young man walked in.
"Look at this decent man, are you in the wrong place?"
He noticed Boluogo, shouted excitedly, waved his hand, and slapped Boluogo hard, and the others burst into laughter.
They had long noticed Bologo, who seemed so out of place here.
Boluogo turned his head, and the palm that slapped Boluogo stiffened. The young man...or perhaps Dengproo was stunned.
He didn't recognize Boluogo's face. The guy didn't give them a chance to look at him in the dark alley that day, but Templer remembered these eyes, cold and ruthless eyes.
"Oh, it's you, I remember you."
After seeing Temple, Boluogo was even more surprised. The city of Opos is really small.
"Have you changed your territory? Or your job? Think about it, life on the street is not easy, even gangsters need to work to make a living."
Boluogo dug into his pocket, took out a few banknotes, and handed them to Temple.
The laughter stopped, and everyone else's eyes were a little confused, not knowing what Boluogo was doing.
Combining these sentences, it was more like Boluogo giving alms to Temple, and a little anger rose in everyone's eyes.
"What are you doing?"
Others didn't understand Boluogo's ferocity, but Dimple knew the evilness of the guy in front of him. He was just pretending to be thin and weak, just waiting for someone to throw the first punch.
"The people who were beaten up that day must all be your friends, right? I asked one of them to borrow some money, please return it to him." Boluogo said expressionlessly.
"that's all?"
"Otherwise? I was just acting in self-defense that day, not robbery."
Borogo defended himself.
Deng Luo was startled, as if...it seemed like this was really the case.
His hands were shaking slightly, and everyone else's eyes were on him. He knew very well that if he accepted the money, he would be giving up. If he didn't...
The movement of Boluogo's fist flashed in his mind, and Temple hesitated for a few seconds.
After being beaten by Boluogo, Temple woke up, but the direction of his awakening was not in the right direction. He realized that he would never succeed as a gangster, and he needed another bigger stage.
Another bigger stage is this. The docks in Landing District involve a lot of gray business. Temple once thought that he could transform and become the boss little by little.
He did very well. In just a few days, he became friends with these people and learned many inside stories. He even had the illusion of becoming a big shot.
"Sir, please leave first."
Afia noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere and persuaded.
"It's nothing, I have to work soon anyway, why not warm up first."
Boluogo looked nonchalant. He was in a good mood now and there was no need to cause such trouble, but it was different when he saw Afia.
He still remembered the relationship between Church and Afia. Although he had only met Church once, they were more or less colleagues.
There seems to be no problem in helping a colleague casually, not to mention that this colleague is the ex-partner of his partner.
"Orange juice? Are you a kid?" another scoffed.
Boluogo ignored him and said to Afia, "Please call the police."
Afia nodded. She often encountered this kind of thing when working in bars, not to mention that the security in Landing District was not very good. This seemed to be the best answer.
But what Boluogo said next made Afia a little bit at a loss.
"Please tell the police, it's probably blunt force trauma and some concussion."
"What?"
Afia couldn't understand, and then Bologo explained everything with actions.
He grabbed the briefcase and threw it vigorously. There was only a muffled sound, and the leading man fell straight down. Before the others could react, Boluogo picked up the heavy briefcase and threw it at them one by one, screaming. There were constant sounds and crashes, and at the same time, the whistle of a motorcycle sounded outside the door.
Templeton stood there blankly, he didn't take any action, and Boluogo didn't hit him either. He was just like a spectator, watching all this.
Within minutes, it was all over.
They were all knocked upside down after being hit by Boluogo, while Boluogo looked indifferent and didn't even break a sweat.
Turning his head and glancing at Afia, Borogo took out his briefcase and took out a claw hammer.
"Here, keep it for self-defense."
Boluogo put the claw hammer on the bar, and Afia was completely stunned.
"Oh...ok, thank you."
"You're welcome, say hello to Church for me."
Bologg said a surprising name, and Afia was in a daze. She realized that her guess was right. Bologg and Church knew each other, and they had the same sense of mystery.
When Afia wanted to ask more questions, Boluogo had already left, leaving only the crowd groaning on the ground and Temple standing silently in the bar.
The two looked at each other and were silent for a few seconds before Dengpro cursed.
"That guy."
Boluogo didn't touch him, just like he didn't see him. There was no physical pain, but it brought a huge sense of humiliation.
"Feel humiliated?" Afia noticed Templer's emotions.
Before Templer could say anything, Afia raised her claw hammer in a demonstrative manner and complained.
"Why can't you people learn to respect others? Is this kind of joke funny? Or do you think this majestic feeling is cool?"
Templeton stopped talking and avoided Afia's sight.
…
After walking out of the bar, a sidecar parked on the side of the road. Palmer noticed Bologo and waved to him.
"I thought you were going to kill all those people."
Palmer, apparently aware of what was going on inside, said.
"I'm just maintaining law and order, not enforcing justice. I'm not a murderer." Bologo explained as he sat in the side fight.
"I'm not a murderer~"
Palmer grimaced and repeated in a strange tone.
Boluogo rolled his eyes at him and said nothing.
"Come on, are you an expert? You really know how to pick a place to meet," Palmer said.
Boluogo raised his head and looked at the front of the road. Going straight along this road was the target location of tonight's mission.
"Have you brought everything?" Bologo asked.
"Bring it with you," Palmer patted the bag. "After all, it's what the experts said. I went back to the Bureau of Order to pick up these things."
"By the way, what's in the bag? I haven't seen you take it."
Palmer was curious and said that Bologg never seemed to carry a bag when he went out. This was the first time that Palmer had seen this.
Bologo opened the briefcase. What was inside was not documents, but claw hammers, awls, wrenches, and chains. The strangest thing was that these things were entirely made of metal and were extremely heavy. .
"Are you going to open a hardware store? Or be something... a hardware man!"
Palmer exclaimed.
No wonder this briefcase can easily knock down men. In Bolog's hands, this damn thing is no different from an iron brick.
"The 'Control School' can only operate on existing materials. Just in case, I carry some with me."
Boluogo explained that driven by the hand of recruitment, these things are no longer tools, but raw materials that can be shaped into sword blades at any time. He is like a swordsmith, carrying the steel for swords with him.
"I can pretend to be a repairman if necessary."
Borogo was serious.
Palmer was speechless and had to admire him. Is this an expert? It’s really comprehensive.
"Oh, by the way, I met Afia inside, the Afia from the flower shop." Boluogo said.
Palmer raised his eyebrows, "Opos is really young. Wait, have you seen Afia?"
"No, but I don't think it's such a coincidence that the names are the same."
"Huh? It sounds pretty good. Maybe we'll meet some familiar people next," Palmer said.
Thinking of what he had to do next, Boluogo shook his head.
"Then forget it, I don't want acquaintances to appear in the next action."
Boluogo didn't say anything unnecessary. Next, they would launch a raid. The acquaintances they encountered during the raid were undoubtedly enemies.
"Let's go then, expert."
Palmer took out a black hood and put it on his head, like a gangster preparing to rob. Bologna also put on the ferocious mask. The faint mist overflowed, sending a terrifying chill.
The motorcycle started and they moved along the road, where the enemy was at the end.
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