Valentina followed Anthony's gaze and saw that the singer with black hair and black eyes was grabbed by the arm by a man and stopped on the sofa not far away.

"Excuse me."

Anthony swallowed the drink, raised his eyebrows lazily, then opened the curtain and walked out.

He patted the man's shoulder gently, and the smile on his face faded instantly: "What happened?"

The man turned around, pushed Anthony impatiently, and shouted at him to get out of his way and not to delay his business.

Anthony's face instantly darkened. He pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and then he noticed that the man in front of him was wearing a tight-fitting, wide-sleeved aristocratic dress with red stripes on a black background, and a white engraved square lining underneath.

He wears a scarf and shirt, and on his feet is a pair of crimson cross-patterned knight's long black boots. This is a pleasing outfit. The only flaw is his high protruding belly and slightly sparse hair.

But these are not the main point. If we follow the rules of Plantagenet, this guy should not be an ordinary drinker. His identity should be at least a baron.

But so what if he is a Duke?

Anthony opened the man's palm arrogantly, and then pulled the black-haired and black-eyed singer behind him.

He was originally a mixture of Ceylon and Plantagenet, but under the influence of the "Assassin" potion, his strength was more than doubled than before. This action was extremely easy for him.

"Where did this wild boy come from?"

The man's words were stuck in his mouth just in the middle of his words. He opened his cloudy eyes and looked behind him.

He found that the boy standing in front of him had a very dangerous aura, and the breath coming out of his eyes was cold and terrifying. He looked even scarier than the fighters in the boxing ring.

More importantly, he also looks like a nobleman.

"I'm not interested in your hobbies and private life." Anthony reached out to protect the singer behind him and smiled without any warmth:

"The important thing is that we came first. We ordered Miss Sally to sing. This is the rule in any wine bar. First come, first served. Don't ruin the atmosphere for others. If you want to talk to Miss Sally, just wait nearby. Do you want me to

Buy you a drink?"

There was a hint of ferocity in the man's expression, but it quickly disappeared. He changed to a relaxed look and said to the singer behind Anthony: "Sally, didn't we make an appointment before? You can sing to me tonight.

.”

Anthony, who was well versed in aristocratic speech, naturally would not be deceived by the man's words. He looked at the singer behind him with a smile and said in a deep voice: "You just need to tell the truth, and there is no need to worry about retaliation."

"I...I didn't make an appointment with you, Baron Pietro.", the singer replied tremblingly: "I was only invited to sing in the bar!"

The scene immediately froze, and Baron Pietro was also speechless.

Showgirls are the same as waitresses. Everyone can ask them to sit for a while and chat, or grab the girl in someone else's seat, which may lead to a duel.

But it is very obvious that with the strength that this boy showed just now, he will definitely not be his opponent in a duel.

Fortunately, at this time, the owner of the bar hurried over from the back kitchen. After understanding the current situation, he immediately said loudly: "Miss Sally is a singer. She sings for all the guests present, not chats with you."

!”

This was a very obvious favoritism. Baron Pietro grabbed Sally's shoulders, dug his nails into her flesh, and was about to take her away, with a charming smile on his lips.

Anthony's figure blocked his way to leave. The young man looked into the Baron's eyes and smiled, "Songstress? Okay, then since we ordered the song first, I should also support her, so I'll order a song."

He threw a bag of gold coins to the waiter passing by. This was all his remaining assets. "I want Miss Sally to sing a song."

"You...what song do you want?" The waiter looked at Anthony and then at Baron Pietro tremblingly.

"I ordered her not to sing."

Anthony didn't care about the waiter at all, he only looked at Baron Pietro, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"You!" Baron Pietro's eyes were filled with fire.

"Anyway, I bought Miss Sally's time, I paid for it, and it's the uncle who paid for it, right?"

Anthony's expression became gloomy again, "Now please get rid of anyone who is not an uncle from my territory."

Sally was so anxious that she couldn't speak. She knew very well what would happen if she offended Baron Pietro in this hotel, but now the relationship between Anthony and Baron Pietro was almost equivalent to pulling out a sword and putting it on each other's necks.

, how could she persuade him to leave.

Baron Pietro gritted his teeth fiercely, while the bar owner stood aside and said nothing.

Of course he wanted to support his old customers and good friends, but the rules of the wine shop were like this. Anthony spent money and Anthony spoke. If he didn't abide by this rule, his shop would also lose its reputation.

"Then I can bid, right?"

Baron Pietro viciously threw the entire money bag at the waiter, "I want Sally back on the dance floor right now! Sing to me!"

This is also the rule of the wine shop. Sometimes, when noble men drink too much, they will be jealous of the singer or dancer. Whoever pays the highest price will have to sing the song he ordered. The wine shop will also fan the flames. This is how they make money.

If there is a good opportunity, those who lose the bid will have no choice but to swallow their anger.

There were an unknown number of gold coins in the purse, and they were clanging and clanking. They were obviously more than Anthony's bid. Baron Pietro threw the purse out and his eyes turned red.

The surrounding guests were all disturbed by the movement at this table. Many people looked around, looking at the excitement.

It is common for guests to cause trouble after drinking too much in a wine bar. There are duels over girls or conflicts over payment of bills. Those who watch the fun will never think it's a big deal.

The drinkers were smiling, hoping to see someone bid for more money, or simply pull out a sword.

The clouds in Anthony's eyes almost burst, and he reached out to touch his chest.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Under the shirt, there was a small thing touching him.

He had just thrown away all his money, but with his current wealth, how could he compare with nobles like Baron Pietro who had inherited their ancestral property?

But he also had that one thing that would definitely win if he threw it, but now he hesitated.

"Interesting." At this moment, a cold laughter came from the curtain, and then, a money bag was thrown out from the curtain. The cowhide rope at the mouth of the bag spread out, and a few dazzling stars rolled out.

The gem: "Since the highest bidder gets it, let's ask Miss Sally to sing a Ceylon song for us, just to celebrate my reunion with Anthony."

Baron Pietro's face was livid, his lips were trembling, the corners of his eyes were twitching, he was breathing heavily, and his chest was heaving violently. He obviously did not expect such a change to occur.

By this time, he was almost sober.

In fact, he didn't care much about the showgirl, but what they were fighting for now was not just a showgirl, but the face of the nobles. No matter who lost this game, they would never be able to hold their heads high again in this bar.

In this situation, the owner of the bar is not a fool. He can tell which of his regular customers are. What's more, Baron Pietro is still a local gangster here. If he loses face in the bar, then his small bar will be in trouble.

You probably don't need to open it anymore.

The boss whispered a few words in Baron Pietro's ear, and the baron's face immediately showed a smile again. He hugged the singer into his arms again, looked straight in the direction of Anthony, and said provocatively: "Okay, then

I will pay you 50,000 gold coins and ask the servant to deliver them when I get back. Miss Sally should come with me now, right?"

Everyone present fell silent. Anyone with a brain knew that this was a game: "Let someone send it to you when you go back." This means that Baron Pietro can raise his bid without limit. As for what will happen afterwards.

No one will send it, so no one except the boss will know the answer.

So the next moment, there was a soft "click" sound in the Baron's ear.

"Great, actually I don't like to be reasonable." Anthony put "Salvation" on the Baron's head, with a bright smile on his face: "I count to one, if you don't let go of her

Shoulder, I'll shoot."

Without waiting for anyone's answer, Anthony started counting directly: "One..."

Similarly, when no one at the scene reacted, a crisp gunshot rang out, and the bullet almost flew past Baron Pietro's scalp.

The baron tremblingly released his grip on the singer.

When this madman said to count to one, he actually started counting from "one"!

"Sorry, my accuracy was a little off." Anthony put away "Salvation", the smile on his face was still so polite.

Baron Pietro regained his composure. He turned his head and looked at the young man in front of him. His eyes turned from the initial fear and confusion to rage: How could this kid who didn't know where he came from dare to fight him here? Isn't he afraid of death?

??!

"Asshole, let those guys from Gross come in! There's a damn chicken here!", the bar owner grabbed the angry Baron Pietro and shouted loudly at the bar.

Gross is the most powerful person in Dressy Street. To be precise, he controls all the underground forces in Dressy Street, from thieves to robbers, they are all under his control.

For anything that happens on De Lacy Street, it is often more useful to contact Gross than to contact the police.

Normally, the boss would never want to deal with such a person, but if the baron was fighting with someone in his bar right now, it would be troublesome if he got the upper hand.

At this moment, the curtain of the wine table behind him was pulled up, and a cold female voice came out: "That's enough, let's stop this farce!"

Everyone couldn't help but look up. The delicate-looking woman in warm red clothes slowly stood up from the wine table, pulled off the ring on her left ring finger, and threw it to Baron Pietro.

It was a golden ring engraved with a lion through superb alchemy.

The lion is the emblem of the Borgia family.
Chapter completed!