Chapter 1111: The city owner, do you want to attack?

Michael, the master of the mixed city, Roland, and the governor of the Basti prison, Wesley, appeared outside the Mimi restaurant.
The members of the Grey Temple and the Guards of the City Hall, which were quickly rushed, blocked the surrounding of the Mai Mi restaurant, and the miscellaneous people were transferred to two hundred meters away. This kind of battle made the scene suddenly become tense.
"What is the situation? How did the city owner and the lord suddenly appear? And brought so many people?"
Unexpectedly, the people who eat melon looked curiously, and the jing sigh of Bastig prison did not stop. Looking at the cold look of the people in the Grey Temple, it cast a layer of doubt on the situation.
The Mai Mi restaurant, which won the top of the list of the food list, has only two in the limelight, and a little thing will become a talk after a meal.
After the restaurant door was closed, the inside was quiet, and the regular customers were curious as to what was going on inside. They couldn't eat delicious food tonight.
"The city owner, do you want to attack?" Wesley looked at Michael and did not explain the jailbreak.
"Since he can break through the prison's ban and defense, it shows that his strength is still at its peak, and it is difficult to bear the consequences here, unless..." Michael's voice stopped.
"Unless Krassu and Julian are on our side." Roland took the call, but looking at his expression, apparently he didn't even believe that this would happen.
Wesley looked at the onlookers and got used to the days of stability and the habit of watching the fun.
I really want to move here, I am afraid that many people will die under accidental injuries.
The fight between the ten masters, life and death, is not a child to play, once the hands, the scene will be difficult to control.
"Do you want to clear the field." Wesley asked again.
"With a radius of 500 meters, all are empty, and the movement is as small as possible." Michael nodded slightly and looked at the signboard of the Mimi restaurant, revealing a smile. "Mai Boss is a good place to negotiate. Since they did not move their hands, Then we can't do it, of course, it's not good."
Outside the movement, the people in the restaurant are also very clear.
"This is not affecting my business. If I take my restaurant off, I will go there." McGonagall looked back at the doorway, picked up his eyebrows, and looked at the food with a calm expression. The three big men, worried that the outside people made an indiscriminate attack because they didn't understand the situation, and laughed and got up and said: "It seems that there are guests coming, let me go and see."
McGonagall opened the restaurant door, and Michael took back the hand that was about to knock on the door. He looked at Meg and smiled. "Mai Bo, I heard that the restaurant has a different guest."
"I am eating inside." McGonagall knows who he is asking, and he is not hiding. It is definitely a sly character to make Krassu and Julian so guarded. The city government and the Grey Temple are looking for the door. Of course, let They are the most suitable for their own treatment, he is just a restaurant.
Michael, Roland and Wesley looked at the restaurant, three tables together, a strong bald head facing the door, sitting on the same table with the restaurant staff, quietly eating rice The expressions are a bit weird.
This is the top three in the Barsti prison list. The infamous peerless god, after violently succeeding in jailbreak, actually sat quietly on the table of the staff at the restaurant across the wall. This scene is three. Some people’s identity has been shocked.
McGonagall looked at the members of the Grey Temple who were lining up the queued guests and the onlookers. He coughed a bit: "The city owner and the lord have something to say, my guests are waiting for dinner, so It’s not easy for a long team, so you don’t have to drive people away.

"You don't have to clear the field first." Michael raised his hand, and stopped working in the clearing field. He smiled and looked at McGonagall: "Good fragrance, Mai boss is launching new dishes again? We are old acquaintances, just right. Catch up with the meal, or you let me and Roland go in and eat some padding, just add two stools."
"Kelasu and Julian are the teachers of Amy. It is a duty to respect the teacher. The old man is Amy feels pitiful. Let him go in and eat something to warm up. The master and the owner are not prepared. What a hearty dinner, I am afraid that the hospitality is not good." McGonagall showed a bit of hesitation.
Just kidding, the Buddha jumped the wall but it was a 10,000 copper coin. Whatever the city owner and the lord, he wanted to eat it.
Wesley's expression looked awkwardly at McGonagall. The restaurant owner was really courageous. The ordinary restaurant owner heard the city owner and the main house to eat. It is estimated that he could not ask for it, but this one is also unwilling.
"This little fox." Michael groaned and smiled and nodded. "The boss is assured, what I have eaten with Roland, you remember it, we will check out."
"How is this so interesting, I will remember it well, the city owner, the lord, please come in." McGonagall said with a smile, let out the position of the door.
Michael and Roland glanced at each other and walked into the restaurant.
McGonagall turned and took the door.
McGonagall added two chairs, let Michael and Roland sat down next to Krassu and Julian, giving each of them a bowl of Buddha jumping wall. He returned to his seat and sat down, taking a meal and eating quietly.
No issuers, Krassu and Julian are unaffected and continue to eat their own.
But other people are obviously not so calm. M Michael and Roland are the masters of the city and the temple of the Grey God. After all, it is difficult to see such a person. It is inevitable that they will sit on the same table and eat together.
"Kelasu, Julian two adults, can you still be well?" Michael smiled and spoke first.
"Well, it's fine." Krassu nodded and continued to eat.
Julian was even more chilly, and didn't even lift his head.
Michael knew that the two tempers were not in the heart, and his eyes fell on holding a spoon. He was carefully licking the Rex in the black pottery bowl in front of him, his eyes slightly picked up and smiled: "It seems that Basti's food needs to be improved. Otherwise, if everyone learns to run outside to have dinner, it is not very good."
Roland didn't know when he had picked up a spoon and took a soup. His face showed a happy expression of intoxication. After a while, he exclaimed: "Improvement is not difficult, but to this extent, I am afraid that those chefs will work hard all their lives. Can't do it."