Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Both the two of them and the dog looked out the door, only to find that there was not only one such person outside, there were six of them scattered around the haggis soup shop.

They all sell sliced ​​cakes, and each one is a bearded Western Region native, each occupying a place.

They wore hats very proudly, shouting loudly to the passing citizens: "Che Cake, Cie Cake, delicious Cake Cake!"

The night market was already crowded, and they occupied both sides of the aisle where people came and went, patting and shouting at the cakes, while staring at the passers-by.

Whoever takes a second look and doesn't sell it, they will immediately scold and scold. If they touch the cake or point out curiously, then they have to pay for it.

Under this environment, the business of the mutton restaurant and adjacent shops naturally plummeted.

It's just that even the city management dared not provoke the bearded man, let alone the restaurant owner, so he could only endure it.

"It's no wonder that the haggis soup in this mutton shop tastes good, but no one comes to eat it." Gao Fushuai shook his head.

"Two hundred yuan, give me the money quickly."

When the two of them and the dog were preparing to eat haggis soup, it was the bearded man at the door who was pulling a little girl and threatening her viciously:

"One gram is five yuan, ten grams is fifty, here is a full sixty grams, a total of three hundred yuan, if you don't pay, you must call your parents or leave your phone!"

"Uncle, I told you that I only need ten yuan..."

The girl in the school uniform should be a junior high school student in a nearby middle school. Maybe she was curious about these colorful pastries, so she took ten yuan and wanted to try cutting a few, but the beard fell off...

Three hundred yuan!

The girl tried to reason: "I don't have three hundred yuan, I can't afford it."

"Why don't you take it back, I don't want it..."

The little girl didn't have so much money, so she could only say no.

But before he finished speaking, the bearded man grabbed his clothes:

"Go to Nima, if you say no, you don't want it? I cut it up for you. If you don't want it, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

An adult threatened a girl in the first grade of junior high school like this, and the little girl who had never seen the world burst into tears immediately.

There were people coming and going on the road, but no one stood up, looked around and left in a hurry.

Obviously they are afraid of provoking these people.

Just when Du Hao wanted Gao Fushuai to help solve the problem, the owner of the haggis soup shop suddenly walked out and said to the big man, "Mu Jiluo, don't embarrass the little girl, she is still a child."

At this time, Du Hao carefully looked at the owner of the haggis soup shop.

The boss was not tall, with wrinkled face and rough calloused hands, he looked like a simple old farmer.

He held a hundred dollars in his hand, and stuffed it into the murderous beard, telling him to accept a hundred dollars, don't embarrass the children, and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Seeing that he had an income of 100 yuan, he didn't need to give the little girl to cut the cake, and asked the shop owner to owe him a favor, so he snorted a few times before pushing the girl away.

Seeing the bearded man proudly, the store owner waved the little girl away, then shook his head and walked into the restaurant.

When the shop owner entered his shop, he found that Du Hao and the others were looking at him with strange eyes.

Smiling slightly, he explained casually: "The hob meat is like this, there is no way."

"Bro, do they often do this?"

Du Hao looked at the owner of the shop, his eyes flickered, as if he had discovered something interesting, he took the initiative to talk to him for the first time.

The business is not very prosperous. Although the environment and food inside the shop are top-notch, due to the existence of those hob meat, there are only Du Hao and his table in the whole shop.

Seeing that there was no business, the owner of the store was happy to have someone to chat with, so he simply sat at the table next to Du Hao and the others, and smiled wryly: "No way, these hob meats come here every day to make trouble, messing up the surrounding shops. A lot can’t be done anymore and the door is closed.”

Du Hao took a sip, stirred it constantly with a spoon, and the heat dissipated: "It's just too conniving, they're clearly bullying the little girl, there's no need for you to give a hundred yuan to make peace.

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"Just call the police directly, otherwise you can save a little girl, but you can't save the second, the third..."

He also ordered a little outside: "And if they block your door like this, it will also affect your business."

"I reported it to the police, but it's useless. The police can't control it."

The shop owner was grateful to Du Hao and the others for fighting against him, took out a dry pipe from his waist, and took a few puffs:

"They are numerous and powerful, they are united, and their identities are special. They cannot be beaten or scolded. There is nothing they can do about them."

"As long as calling the police is useful, the door will not be occupied by them, and the business is so bad."

"Take it easy, I'm sure it will get better."

After the shop owner finished speaking, he gestured to Ye Tianlong with his sideways hand: "Drink the haggis soup while it's hot, you eat it first, it's not enough to tell me."

Du Hao nodded: "Thank you, boss."

When the shop owner returned to the back kitchen and only Du Hao and the others were left in the front hall, Gao Fushuai suddenly asked Du Hao, "Boy, why did you suddenly change your gender? What's so weird about this shop boss?"

Du Hao smiled slightly, and said to Er Gouzi: "Didn't you smell it?"

"Smell it?" Er Gouzi was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and sniffed the haggis soup in the bowl: "It smells good."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Du Hao waved his hand; "What I'm talking about is, don't you smell a strange smell from him?"

"Smell of lamb?"

Du Hao almost slapped him.

This stupid dog knows how to eat!

"The smell of source mine." Taking a deep breath, he said to one person and one dog.

"Original Mine?!"

Both Gao Fushuai and Er Gouzi were startled, and when they were about to say something, Du Hao's expression turned cold suddenly, and he stared straight at the door of the shop.

I didn't know when outside the door, suddenly came seven or eight strong men in suits, each of them was fierce and looked like a thug. Walking on the road, pedestrians dared not get close.

Even the sellers of sliced ​​cakes at the entrance of the shop gave up at this time, and their voices of selling were much lower.

Several people walked into the haggis soup shop!

However, after they entered the store, they didn't call the boss to order food like normal customers, but walked straight to Du Hao's side and surrounded the table.

The owner of the shop at the back kitchen who saw this situation wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Du Hao secretly waving.

"Mr. Du."

A flesh-faced man at the head smiled at Du Hao and said, "The Great Heavenly Master wants to meet you."

"He said that what you asked him to prepare is already ready."

Du Hao's expression remained unchanged, the spoon kept stirring in the bowl, and the haggis soup gradually filled the noses of these big men.

After taking a sip of the soup, Du Hao said slowly: "Is this the attitude of your great celestial master in inviting people?"

"Or is it that the power struggle within your Tutu family wants to mix me and the Great Heavenly Master?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of several big men changed wildly, and they took out pistols from their waists one after another.

Pointing at the three of them!

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