"What are you doing? Do you want to dirty up my boss's bar?"
Behind the bar, Barkin put down his wine glass and towel, took out a double-barreled shotgun from under the bar, and pointed it at Harris: "I don't care if you are a 'silver gun' or an iron gun, don't disturb my business!"
"Boy, you're lucky, but you won't always be lucky."
Harris laughed evilly, showing his ugly black and yellow teeth, and put the revolver in his holster with his right hand as if he were playing magic.
Immediately, he drank the drink in the glass in one gulp, threw down a few pennies, and walked out of the bar.
"Are you okay?"
Isabette immediately stepped forward and examined William's face.
"fine……"
William wiped his cheek with his sleeve and looked at Harris's leaving back with a deep look: "'Silver Gun' Harris?"
…
A few days later.
Aaron came to the Hunter Bar and walked around, taking away the sales during this period.
Then, he heard a piece of news from Barkin that surprised him a little.
"You mean...our waiter provoked a bounty hunter who was famous for his cruelty? The other party also said harsh words and wanted to deal with him first and then deal with the bitch? Is that Isabette? "
It was afternoon and the bar was not open yet.
Aaron sat calmly, with no expression on his face.
"Yes, boss, do you want to find someone to warn Harris?" Barkin asked: "Or, just deal with him. Anyway, he is a criminal to begin with, but there is no bounty, and other hunters are too lazy to deal with him. I also have some connections in Momora Field, and although I am only at the level of police inspector, I won’t have much problem dealing with him.”
In Barkin's view, Harris's biggest mistake was not lewdness or cruelty, but doing so in the Hunter Bar was tantamount to provocation!
Zheng!
Between Aaron's fingers, a gold pound kept turning over and turned into a stream of light.
Immediately, the streamer was bounced high and fell back into his hand.
After taking a glance, Aaron smiled: "Don't worry about him, I feel that things may develop quite interestingly."
"Yes, boss."
Although he was a little surprised, Barkin agreed.
Time slowly comes to night.
William and Isabelle arrived before the bar opened.
"Boss... I'm sorry for what happened last time. If it brings any trouble to the bar, I'm willing to resign..."
Isabette gritted her teeth and came to Aaron and said.
It can be seen that she is somewhat reluctant to give up this job, but her attitude is still determined.
"This is obviously my problem." William couldn't help but took a step forward and said, "Boss, if you want to fire me, just fire me."
Snap!
"It's such a good friendship, I was a little touched when I saw it." Aaron clapped his hands and said, "But am I the boss or are you the boss? Why don't you go work for me!"
"Oh, yes, boss."
Isabette and William quickly retreated. Isabette was even more secretly happy and said to William: "It seems that Mr. Potter is quite responsible and is ready to take over this matter for us. We have found a good boss."
"yes……"
William dealt with it nonchalantly, with a mocking smile on his lips.
Night completely enveloped the sky, and lights of various colors lit up one after another on the streets.
Guests walked into the bar one after another, including many well-informed bounty hunters.
"Have you heard? 'Silver Gun' Harris is dead!"
A bounty hunter in a woolen coat ordered a large glass of rye beer and said with a hearty smile: "That scumbag deserves to die! Haha... I'm so happy today."
"Harris is dead, how did he die?"
Balkin smiled and offered a glass of beer: "I'll take this one."
As a bar manager, he has the privilege of treating customers to drinks for free.
"Harris's death was neither honorable, nor brave, nor evil. On the contrary, it was a bit funny... He drowned in the smelly ditch at the door, haha... The ditch was only two feet deep, even for children.
None of them could drown, but Harris just fell face down and drowned himself alive... He probably drank too much."
The bounty hunter smiled and raised his glass high: "To the great Holy Spirit, may He send Harris' soul to hell!"
"Hey, did you hear that?"
Isabette found William who was carrying wine barrels: "It's great that the villain is dead!"
"yes."
William agreed absentmindedly and looked in Aaron's direction, feeling slightly uneasy.
But seeing that Mr. Potter didn't pay much attention to him, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
When there were more and more customers in the bar, a strong man with a thick head entered the bar, which lowered the originally noisy decibels a lot.
‘Crazy’ Carl!
He came to the bar and sat down, knocking on the table: "A cup of Tissago 'Fire'!"
Barkin quickly poured a glass for Karl and lit the surface of the drink with a match.
Karl picked up the wine glass and poured the fire and wine directly into his mouth. His cheeks turned slightly red: "This is delicious enough. Have another glass!"
At this time, Aaron came behind the bar, asked Barkin to step away, and said to Karl with a smile: "'Crazy', are you interested in taking over a mission from me?"
Karl glanced at Aaron with slightly crazy eyes and said solemnly: "No killing!"
"Well, not killing, just stalking."
Aaron nodded.
"Why are you looking for me?" Karl asked as he downed another glass of fire wine.
"Bold bounty hunters are everywhere, but their corpses will soon be seen. Your ability to survive until now is not only crazy, but also cautious and careful."
Aaron looked at Isabette and William working in the distance and said: "I need you to follow the waiter named William, monitor him for a period of time, and find out his family background, school background, etc.
The more detailed the better.”
Karl drank one glass after another, not as if he was drinking, but as if he was drinking water: "It's too cumbersome. If it's less than 50 pounds, I won't accept it."
"The deal is done, then the total price is 40 pounds. This is the deposit."
Aaron pushed over a few banknotes, but it was just William, and it was not his turn to do anything yet. He could just spend a small amount of money to let the bounty hunter do it.
"Why 40 pounds?"
Karl growled dissatisfied.
"One-fifth of the handling fee! Business is business!"
Aaron raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Send the report to me as soon as possible."
"I hate businessmen."
Karl muttered, but did not refute. This was indeed the rule.
…
After entrusting the task, Aaron went to the bathroom of the bar.
To be honest, he didn't like the location of the entrance very much and always wanted to renovate it one day.
It's just that Mr. Halsey was the one who designed the entrance. Without the other party's consent, rash changes will only cause the entrance to become invalid.
In the bathroom, when he opened the mysterious symbol behind the door, Aaron was still thinking wildly: "Generally speaking, only men can pass through this door? No, female extraordinary people can hide their bodies and break into the men's bathroom, haha... I think...
I think it’s quite interesting.”
"Perhaps this is a men's-only door, and at other entrances, there are women's-only doors and mixed passages?"