Lord of the People: a Hundredfold Increase From the Undead

Guards surrounded the tavern.

The bartenders who had prepared for the opening also stopped their work.

I can only sit aside, watching the captain of the guard talking with Fang Hao not far away.

"That's how it happened. Although I will testify for you, he is after all the son of the chief of internal affairs. It's hard to tell how things are going." The captain of the guard sat on a wooden chair and explained what had just happened.

Damn it!

Not far away, the rough pottery cup that the proprietress was wiping fell to the ground and hurriedly bent over to pick it up.

Just now she was reminding that the shop opposite had offended the big man, who was the son of the house chief.

As a result, the store cannot be opened or sold.

Fang Hao hadn't left the house yet, so he left for the son of the chief house officer.

It's hard not to think of sin now.

The sudden sound just made the two chatting glances, and then continued the topic just now.

"How do you usually solve it?" Fang Hao asked.

"It's hard to say. For some reasons, the city lord has left many things to the manager. All his sons..." The captain paused slightly, "You know what I mean?"

"En, understand." Fang Hao nodded.

Not long after, there was news that the city lord had requested.

Fang Hao and An Jia were taken to the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

On the way, An Jia curiously said: "Or let's run."

"What to run, let's take care of what to run, and the other city lord is not as good as you, what's terrible." Fang Hao whispered.

Cyril is the city lord and only the blue Tier 5 hero.

In the battle, you may not have played Anjia.

"I'm not afraid you are in danger." An Jia said again.

"It's okay, I have brought the conveyor reel. By the way, is that manager's son seriously injured?"

"not dead."

"That's fine."

Crossing the street, the two came to the city lord's mansion.

In the hall.

In addition to the city lord Cyril, who has been on the sidelines, there is also a middle-aged man with a tall and thin body and curly hair.

"My Lord City Lord." Fang Hao nodded.

"Sit down, Mr. Fang Hao."

Fang Hao took An Jia and sat down aside.

"My house chief said that your guard attacked his son. I want to find out about the situation." Cyril said flatly.

I can't hear the meaning of partiality.

"Yes, but the cause of this incident was the son of Mr. General Manager. He wanted to take my mount away, and he drew the long sword when the guards advised him to stop him." Fang Hao explained.

boom!

The tall and thin director's face flushed red, and he patted his hands on the table, staring at Fang Hao and began to reprimand loudly.

"Rabble nonsense, you barbarians from the country, dare to attack public officials in the city of Purul, it's really big..."

Halfway through the conversation, he swallowed abruptly.

A gorgeous white short sword shaped like a tree crown on the head of the sword had reached his throat.

"Speak well, and then spit, I will open a hole for you." Fang Hao said in a deep voice.

The other party obviously didn't report to reason.

Of course, Fang Hao also prefers a simpler way.

"Well, you all sit back." Cyril said again.

The chief of internal affairs stepped back a little bit, drew a certain distance, and then continued: "My Lord City Lord, he dared to light his weapon here, it is simply unforgivable."

Cyril frowned and looked at him, scolding the old man to be stunned by anger.

Are you afraid of Fang Hao below?

That laid-back look is like a hall in your own home.

Fang Hao's identity has always been a mystery. The eradication of the bandit camp that had been entrenched in one day proved that there was a large army behind him.

Can you move him by yourself?

Go to war with a city for your son who caused trouble everywhere?

is it possible?

"Well, I have also learned about this matter. There are mistakes on both sides. I will arrange for someone to treat your son at that time, and that's it." Cyril said directly.

I didn't mention who was right or wrong, and I just mentioned it in one stroke.

The head of the house frowned, and when he was about to protest, he saw the warning in Cyril's eyes.

All the hate can only be swallowed, and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I listen to the Lord of the City, and forget about it."

"Haha, okay, Mr. Fang Hao, how do you feel." Cyril looked at Fang Hao, "After all, this is Prue City, and the beating is a bit too much after all."

"Listen to Lord City Lord." Fang Hao smiled slightly.

What worries everyone is solved so quickly.

Cyril and the first hand are so muddy, no one is right or wrong, both sides are wrong.

The matter just passed, no one mentioned.

Of course, Fang Hao was still very satisfied with this result, after all, it was not his own person who was beaten up.

The head of the house went away in a huff.

Fang Hao stayed, and continued: "My Lord City Lord, I was in a photo with a shop, and it happened to be settled to see how much it costs."

"Yes, which one is in the photo?" Cyril asked curiously.

"It's on the commercial street, the one across from the Rose Pub."

"Oh? There are no vacant shops on that street. It seems that you are lucky." Cyril said in surprise.

"maybe."

That shop has been closed for two years because it offended the son of the chief house officer, and no one dared to buy it.

The boss’s wife was still mentioning this matter to him just now, and now it’s alright, there is no need to worry so much, the person has been beaten by An Jia, and there is no offense.

"Come here." Cyril yelled.

A waiter walked in from the side, "My Lord City Lord."

"You take Mr. Fang Hao to go through the shop."

"Okay, Mr. Fang Hao, miss, please come with me."

The waiter left with the two of them, and went through the formalities of the shop on the side.

The price is even more outrageous, making him think about whether to build a city and make money exclusively by building houses.

This is really violent.

After completing the formalities, you need to send the money to the city lord’s mansion within three days. Then you can take the deed and officially become the owner of the property.

While talking, the two walked out of the city lord's mansion.

...

Inside the pub.

"I dare say that he can't get out." A bartender moved a table and chairs, talking about the matter just now, "I have been to the City Lord's Mansion for such a long time, and it is estimated that his head has been chopped off."

"It's not necessarily ~www.readwn.com~ people come from outside, and there is money. That old guy only dared to bully people in this city, not outsiders."

"Those who are alive are the rich and the poor," the bartender continued.

Creak!

The door was pushed open again, and the dazzling sunlight shot in, causing several people to squint slightly.

Fang Hao sat down at the bar again, and An Jia also sat aside.

The bartenders opened their eyes wide and looked at each other.

Even if it's okay, it wouldn't be enough to come back so soon.

"Resolved?" The lady boss was also a little surprised, everyone in the city knew that the house chief's family was more difficult to deal with than a rogue.

After coming out so quickly, these two young people must have a lot of background.

"It's solved." Fang Hao continued: "You haven't finished telling the story about this reward."