Chapter 100: Counterattack

Since I was going to reorganize, I just moved away with my family, not far from the outskirts, and cleaned up a large manor, which really turned the medical clinic into a hospital. As for whether there are so many people and patients, Angie Beina doesn’t care Anyway, it is the private property of the Secret Society of Witches, and it does not cost money.
　　 perfectly interprets the word rich and willful.
　　 Only the medical clinic was moved. The restaurant not only did not move, but the medical clinic was merged and the area expanded more than three times.
　　 The nature of food halls and medical clinics is different after all. You can’t let those diners go back and forth for dozens of miles every day for a meal, right?
　　 In that case, the restaurant can't be opened for a long time, after all, the diners are just for convenience.
　　 As a result, Sean basically has no time to stay in the restaurant. The status of the young lobby manager Ayler has risen, and he has become an agent shop owner directly, and his daily pumping has also increased by several percentage points.
　　 If it were before the change, Eller had already jumped three feet high with joy, and now his face is bitter, and juice can flow out, holding on to Sean who is about to move to the new hospital.
　　 "Boss, you are gone, what can we do? Those are making trouble every day, and I heard that they are still threatening our old diners. There are fewer and fewer old diners coming every day. If this continues, we will close the door sooner or later."
　　 "Today, we will do everything neatly. If they dare to come, they will beat me hard. It's best to break a few more doglegs. I'll take the bones on the spot."
　　 Anji Beina waved her little hand domineeringly. She had heard that Sean was taking bones on the spot for the gangster who came to make trouble.
　　 I always feel very graphic. I think this is a manifestation of domineering. I also want to try it. Unfortunately, I have never had the opportunity.
　　 "Isn't this you can't mess around?" The young lobby manager, no, the young agent shop owner Eller looked confused.
　　 During this period of time, their waiters have been filled with outrage. Sean and Angie Beina have been telling them to restrain themselves and then refrain from conflicts with them easily.
　　 How did you speak completely today? Did they find a bigger backing, and don't have to worry about provoke the knights of the Holy See?
　　 "The situation is different now. If they dare not grow their eyes and come back, they will beat me severely, as long as they don't die."
　　 Anji Beina, who is wrapped like a white bear, has a fierce, but fierce expression. On her crystal clear and delicate face, there is also a cute and lovely atmosphere.
　　 While talking, there was a riot outside the restaurant.
　　 A young waiter who was only fourteen or five years old rushed in with a look of righteous indignation.
　　 "Brother Eller, they're here again, and the troublesome are here again, what should I do? Ah... Boss, madam!"
　　 The young waiter hurriedly gave an irregular waiter's ceremony. His face was flushed red, and he hurriedly lowered his head. He didn't dare to look at Angel Bena, fearing that he would lose courtesy and run into Miss Beautiful.
　　 But she couldn't help being attracted by her beauty, and she secretly swept away with her light, wailing in her heart.
　　 It's over, it's over. Miss Angie Beina saw all my reckless performance just now, and my image is all over.
　　 But Miss Angel Beina is really beautiful. The light snow that just fell this morning did not have her fair skin. The lady from the noble background is different from ordinary women.
　　 The appearance of the young man's love sinus is beginning to show incisively and vividly.
　　 Anji Beina seemed to feel something, she habitually pursed her lips, although she was not going to the young waiter, she still stunned him.
　　 "Why panic? Lance, how many times have I told you, don't mess up when things happen."
　　 Eller reprimanded. Although he is still in a mess now, he still maintains a calm appearance. After all, his current status is different. He is a shopkeeper. Although he is an agent, he must have his own majesty.
　　 Although this kind of majesty is a lot more immature than Sean's revealing from his bones, it still looks different.
"understood."
　　Lance, the young waiter who is still in a state of being out of mind, responded indiscriminately.
　　 "Lance hasn't been here for a long time, and some things are still learning. Please forgive me from the boss."
　　 Ayler defended the young waiter who was behaving abnormally, and at the same time he yanked Lance hard, and he still brought in the door by himself, the youngest son of his former boss Wendell.
　　 In public and private, he has the responsibility to take care of him. Little Lance thought carefully, he knew it well, and he had told him how many times he had done it in secret.
　　 Ms. Angel Bena and them are not people in the same world, and they must not even dream of dreams, otherwise they will only cause endless disasters to themselves and their families.
Even though Miss Angel Beina is a very gentle person and will not do those maddening things, she can't hold back her many suitors. If one or two of these suitors have corrupted moral character, then Lance is not pleasing to the eye. Then there are endless troubles.
This is not alarmism, but what Ayler witnessed. The young man who worked as a waiter in the bakery with him fell in love with the daughter of a slightly charming bakery owner who was burned by jealousy. The Lord's son was stabbed to death in the street, and now the head of the grave is all alone.
　　 And the assailant, but walked around in the frontier army, now appeared in the city swaggeringly. I heard that he has married the daughter of the bakery owner and his son has a second one.
　　 Since then, Eller has understood a truth. For people like them, sometimes dreaming is also extravagant, especially unrealistic dreams.
　　 What's more, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relationship between my boss and Ms. Angel Beina is unusual.
　　 No matter if Sean and Angel Beina smiled, they didn't find the trouble of admiring young people unilaterally, but observed the situation outside the restaurant from the window.
　　 Seventeen or eight elusive half-and-half children, outside the restaurant, five people swaying back and forth, seeing someone want to go to the restaurant, they find faults in various ways, and the low-level and awkward methods make people angry.
　　 It is not questioning the identity of the other party, or all kinds of intimidation. If it is a new diners, they will take such a toss, and most of them will detour.
If you run into old diners who turn a blind eye to them, you will create all kinds of accidents. For example, you hit me, you stepped on my foot, and then went up to pull and pull, and didn’t beat people, but they would get people involved. It's annoying, once or twice, it's okay, and again and again, some old diners are reluctant to visit.
　　 There are not many people who can eat outside these days. After a few days of tossing them, it is only strange that the restaurant business is doing well. There were even two young waiters who saw their posture and quit their jobs.
　　 "Boss, really do it?"
　　 Eller looked at Sean eagerly. Although Angie Beina had just said harshly, after all, Sean was the real boss.
　　 "Ms. Angel Beina means what I mean. Give me a hard hit, as long as it doesn't hurt their lives. If something happens, we will bear it."
　　 is a three-pointed anger, my own good business has been tossed into this, even if I don’t rely on this to eat, it is impossible to be quiet.
　　 "Understand!"
Eller completely abandoned the hesitation in his heart. He knew that his boss was not the kind of impulsive and irritable person. Now that he had spoken, he must be prepared. What's more, there was a bunch of evil fire in his stomach. These people directly affected him. Of income.
　　 With a wave of his hand, Eller rushed out like a wolf with the new waiters who were sturdy, but lacking arms and legs.
　　 Don't look at these new waiters who lack arms and legs, and really handed over. The half-sized boys with healthy limbs outside are not their opponents at all. After all, they used to be battle-tested gladiators, and the worst is also a submissive level.
　　 The long log sticks were blown away by the tigers they danced, and they beat those who were looking for trouble, crying and howling, and fleeing in confusion.
　　 "You dare to do it, do you know who we are? We are believers of the Holy See. You dare to beat the servants of God. We came here to condemn the executioners. It is God's will. You are blasphemy..."
　　 A mad believer in the Holy See, led by Saint Ether, still screamed unwillingly and raised the cross of Saint Ether.
　　 "It's you believers who don't know the so-called! You are worthy of exercising human rights in the name of God!"
　　 A gladiator with one arm missing, holding a stick in one hand, grinning, and making a violent twitch.
　　 He was originally a devout believer of the Holy See of the Holy Ether, but when he was sold to the slave owner by his family, he was sent to the arena, scared to pee his pants.
　　 He completely turned his back on the so-called God of Truth, because he discovered that in the dilemma of life and death, only himself can save him.
Finally recovered his life. After a few days of stability and a full meal, this group of actually held up the so-called banner of gods and destroyed them. If it had not been blocked by his own savior, he would have done it~www. EbookFREE.me~ Although he broke his arm, his combat effectiveness was reduced by 70%, but the knight-level physical fitness is there. No matter how the Saint Etherite dodges, the stick always falls on him and draws him. Cry father and call mom.
　　 This Saint Etherite clambered around and didn't know how many sticks he had suffered before ran out of the chaos.
　　 The disabled gladiators spit at him viciously and said: "It's cheaper for him, don't come again, come and break your dog legs."
　　 "You unbelievers, this is blasphemy, you wait, the Holy See will punish you blasphemers!"
This Saint Etheriteist did not lose the battle. He yelled at the disabled gladiators. His face was blue and his legs were crippled. These were really black. They looked for the hardest part of the bones, so they couldn’t fight. It's so bad and it makes people feel terribly painful. At this moment, there is nowhere to deal with it.
　　 "Look for a fight."
　　 The disabled gladiators made a posture of pursuit, and scared the Saint Etherites into flee.
　　 "You wait, I will make you look good in a while! I really thought our Holy See was easy to provoke!"
　　The Saint Etherites are embarrassed and fierce. Compared with the confused half-size boys, he is a sensible person among them, and he knows the meaning behind the disturbance, because he does this kind of thing not once or twice.
　　 Now he only needs to bring this body injury to the church to cry, naturally someone will help him out, and at the same time he can reap some unexpected benefits.
　　 Describe in one sentence-he is professional.
The reason why he was not fatally wounded was not only because the opponent had a good hand, but also because he consciously avoided those heavy blows. Those people hated him the most for this provocation. There were several times that would break his limbs. He was cleverly dodged.