Chapter 167: My Mother, I Don't Need Your Greetings
"Stinky boy, I think you're looking for a fight!"
Charles raised his eyebrows, and his arrogance skyrocketed, and he was like a barrel of fuel. (8)γ(1)δΈβ‘ γζη½γ.81.
Two sturdy men behind me walked towards me with fierce looks, twisted their necks and shook their wrists, and used the soft click of the joints to set off the atmosphere of my imminent beating.
"Hey, I said, can't you say something well?" I took a half-step back, frowned, and asked in a consultative tone.
"Okay?" Charles bared his teeth, and several yellow front teeth were exposed: "Why should I tell you well!" Hit me, beat him hard! , let him know me Master Charles! β
The two men who were approaching had a hideous smile on their faces, as if everything was in their hands, and they could easily cripple me, a weak chicken who didn't look strong.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute" I raised my hand to block the progress of the two big men: "Can you not slap your face for a while?" β
"Slap him in the face!" Charles waved his hand and leaked domineeringly.
"Stop!"
With a coquettish voice, Mi Lulu raised her eyebrows and looked angry, standing at the corner domineeringly, with the breath of a female man all over her body.
"Old fellow, who is this girl?" Charles suddenly laughed, stared at Milulu without blinking, and asked Old Patch, "Your daughter?" Well? β
"She, she's my niece," said Old Patch with trepidation.
"It turned out to be your niece" Charles took two steps forward, pushed the two strong men away, and laughed even more: "I really didn't expect that you, a short and poor old goblin, could have such a beautiful niece." β
"Come, laugh and see," Charles said.
Mi Lulu's small fists were clenched tightly, and the green tendons on the back of her hands that were not clear were slightly flare-up.
She was brewing a breath, a rage that was about to explode.
"This dwarf girl has a hot temper, I guess there will be a good show to watch later" My expression remained unchanged, snickering secretly, my left hand did not move, my right hand was in my pocket, and I quietly put the glove on my right hand, thinking that maybe I might need it in a while.
"You, why did you come to my uncle's shop to make trouble?" Milulu tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart and not let herself do something impulsive, however, her big eyes were about to burst into flames.
"I'll tell you the truth" Charles snorted and said with a wicked smile: "Your uncle owes us some money, this debt always has to be repaid, and now he can't pay this debt, what can you do?" β
"How much does my uncle owe?"
"Five hundred gold coins."
Mi Lulu's eyes widened instantly, and she looked at her uncle in disbelief.
"You talk nonsense!" No matter how cowardly Old Patch was, he could not stand being slandered in front of his niece, and he argued loudly: "I have only borrowed five gold coins from you, and the remaining four hundred and ninety-five gold coins have been added by you without permission!" β
"That's called interest, do you understand, old fellow," Charles glared at him, and the courage that Old Patch had just mustered was shattered again.
"How," said Charles, "are you going to do it for your uncle?" β
Mi Lulu's little face turned red, and she held it for a while before she said, "I, I don't have so much money, can I pay it back to you in batches?" β
"Want to pay it back in batches?" Charles sneered: "It's okay, the interest of twenty gold coins a day until you pay it off in full." β
"You!" Mi Lulu's hands began to tremble slightly, and even her breathing became short, she was about to burst.
"What are you, you want to call me Lord Charles!" Charles roared: "It's a matter of course to repay debts, and no one can deny it, but it's just that you borrow money from me, and I have the final say on the amount of interest!" β
His eyes were on Mi Lulu's undulating plump breasts, and a smile fell on his face again: "Actually, it's not impossible for me to hook this account." β
He stared straight at the pair of snow-white waves, and his voice became strange: "If you are willing to stay with me for a few nights......"
"You bastard!" Before Milulu could open her mouth, Old Patch exploded first, shaking his thin body and pounced on Charles.
"Get out of here!" Charles cursed, and a strong man slapped Old Patch away.
"Uncle!" Milulu was so angry that she finally lost her mind, jumped up, and punched Charles in the nose.
But I don't want to, this Charles looks thin and short, but in fact he is a guy with some strength, seeing Mi Lulu's fist coming, he opened his hand, and took it out of thin air, and actually held her wrist in his hand.
He smiled and approached her fist, sniffed lightly, and pretended to enjoy: "Fragrant, so fragrant, hahahaha!" β
One second, I heard him laugh constantly, but the next second, I saw him bow down like a prawn, and there was a soft gurgling sound in his mouth.
It turned out that Mi Lulu, who had just been grabbed by his wrist and dangled out of thin air, actually kicked Charles's lower body with her little foot in slippers and burst his eggs.
"Master......" The two strong men saw Charles' eyes glaring, rolling on the ground in pain like a dying fish, and suddenly became overwhelmed.
"Smash, smash me!" Charles's sweat crackled and fell, and his face was twisted and deformed in pain, and these words were squeezed out of his teeth.
In the next second, two strong men raised their arms and were about to smash this small shop.
"If I smash this shop, where can I buy a safe weapon?" With my hands in my pockets, I tilted my head and looked at the two strong men, and said with an unhappy face: "Besides, you haven't returned my cuirass yet." β
"Give it back to your mother!" One of the big men burst into a shout, raised his hand, and smashed his head and face.
With a snap, his arm stopped in mid-air, as if it was fixed by a steel plate, and he couldn't move a bit.
He turned his head slowly, his eyes moving from my face to his wrist, and there was a hand that was firmly grasping there, like an iron tong.
"My mother, I don't need you to greet me," I said in a flat voice, but the strength of my right hand was gradually increasing, and the gauntlet on my right hand was also mercilessly retracted inward, like a closed iron tong.
"Let go, you let go...... Ahh β
The whole person of the big man fell to his knees, like a puddle of mud, and he couldn't even use a little strength.
Where his wrists met, there was a very regular sound of light noise, which was evidence that the bones in his wrists had been crushed by me little by little.
Although the eyes of the other big man were full of inexplicable fear, he couldn't hold back anymore when he saw his brother suffering, and with a wave of his big hand, he slapped towards my head.