Xiaochun, opposite the bar, looked at them not much better, and was gritting her teeth. She changed her dress and obviously sneaked out.

"Where is the letter, hand it over." She lowered her voice viciously.

"This guest," William quickly calmed down and changed into a professional smile. "The rules of our store are that you cannot enter the venue with weapons."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Xiaochun grabbed a handful of coins and smashed them over, and the two big boys quickly shrank their heads and avoided them.

Xiaochun was so angry that she raised her hand and wanted to throw it away again.

"I have something to say!" William protected the hard money on the table with heartache. "The rules of our store, customers should not be harsh on the service staff!"

"Where is your faith!?"

Xiaochun roared and turned over the bar, grabbed William and beat him up.

William ran away with his head in his arms.

Charles knelt on the ground and picked up the money he had just been thrown back one by one from the middle of their sloppy steps.

Their noisy and quarrel attracted a lot of people to watch. The patrol guards also came, but when they saw that Xiaochun was beating William, they all stood aside with their hands to watch the fun and did not come forward. It was common for jealous guests in the bar to come to clean up the drinks, and everyone turned a blind eye.

After all, the aunts are the financial supporters here. If you really start your business, will you still do business? You can only feel wronged that William will take some fist.

"I have something to say!"

William shouted, while hiding between the bar wine racks. Xiaochun chased after him all the way, and he picked up any one and smashed them all over the place. The bar made a mess of messes. The guests didn't mind and stood far away and chatted and laughed, using this as a romantic show.

Mrs. Hills was also alarmed. She was supported by her dwarf old servant and came out from the inside, standing on the second floor to watch the two of them chased each other. She gave the old servant a wink, and the dwarf quickly went down to the bottom, took out the account book on her waist to check how many bottles and jars were broken.

William saw that the dwarf began to settle the score and stopped running away immediately. He turned around and grabbed the bottle of wine that was about to be thrown out from Xiaochun, and quickly admitted his mistake and told him to forgive him. "Don't throw it away!" He looked like he felt aching, "I've smashed all the money I earned!"

Xiaochun picked up a kettle with his other hand and raised it high, staring at William fiercely: "Let me know!"

"The story of faith is a long story. Put down the pot first. Oh—don't!"

With a "clang", William heard his heartbreaking and bloody sound. The short dwarf looked here and quickly wrote a note on his small notebook.

Just as William was about to kneel down for Xiaochun, another man rushed into the bar arguing.

The man looked about forty years old, with a shaved beard, a face full of flesh, and his greasy hair was pressed on his forehead. He had probably not been taken care of for a long time. He rudely pushed away the guest who was blocking the front, and with his other hand, he pulled a woman's hair and mopped her on the floor-Mrs. Morrison.

There is no doubt that this is Mr. Morrison. He was furious and rushed around, regardless of his wife's face, and stood in the middle of the ground floor and shouted loudly: "Which bastard was the woman who served me just now!?"

It is also common for the bar customers to come to find fault. Without Mrs. Hills' mouth, the patrol guards consciously surrounded him and blocked Mr. Morrison.

Mr. Morrison seemed to be a reckless man, but in fact he was quite scheming. He didn't touch the furnishings in the store, so he kept beating his wife.

"Petrac? Ha!'I've loved a life in the past'? It's unfair!" He slapped Mrs. Morrison to the ground, cursing, and slapped her hair. "I still think that I am a noble lady - no - it's not! From the day I snatched you, you should be a pirate woman! I also read poetry!"

The crisp and loud slap echoed in the quiet air. Mrs. Morrison did not refute, nor did she cry, and probably had already become accustomed to swallowing the bitter fruit silently.

The guests stopped joking, and the previously played atmosphere was swept away. They might see the shadow of themselves or close sisters from the unfortunate women in front of them. Such an experience is touching.

The tricky Mr. Morrison used his wife to make trouble by teaching him a lesson, and the patrol guards in the store didn't have to fight him directly. He relied on this and wanted to show off his power, and he pulled his wife's hair and beat him again.

——This slap failed to hit, and someone grabbed his wrist.

"It's almost OK."

William said coldly. He was angry. In his original world, he had never seen anyone treat women so roughly.

Xiaochun went straight past Mr. Morrison and helped up the poor woman who fell to the ground. She didn't even look at the bastard man and pulled Mrs. Morrison to the second floor. The dwarf butler immediately called two friends to help and sent Mrs. Morrison, who was injured and frightened, into the inner room.

The two who had fought so hard just now stood side by side on the same front. Although Charles was a little surprised, he also felt it was reasonable.

"It's you?" Mr. Morrison looked up and down at William, whistling disdainfully.

His brothers also squeezed into the door one by one, almost in turn surrounding William and the bar patrolmen. This is his confidence to have the courage to act here.

William was not afraid, he was not very good to these people. "I suggest that you read two more books when you have time, which may help you understand your wife better."

"Reading? This kid taught me a lesson!" Mr. Morrison laughed out loud. He looked at William with contempt, "When I had fun with your mother, you were still in your father's crotch!"

This insulting word did not make William angry. He knew that he would not make any sense to these people, and his reasoning might not be their reasoning.

He rubbed his forehead with headache, and finally put down his hand as if he was determined to clench his fists. He turned around and looked at Mrs. Hills standing on the second floor, and found that she was also looking at him.

William shrugged with a bitter face, his eyes full of helplessness. He believed that Mrs. Hills would understand what he expressed was, "It seems that this is the only way."

Mrs. Hills didn't say anything and responded with a look. It meant "then it."

The dwarf butler observed his words and expressions, picked up the account book and started writing down the previous one.

Charles had packed up his money and stood next to William, and brought him a bottle of rum and handed it to him.
Chapter completed!