Chapter 326 The Old-Fashioned Show of Force...

The next day, early morning, in an ordinary tavern in Xicheng District.

The location here is not remote, but it is definitely not lively. The tavern basically deals with the business of acquaintances nearby, which can be regarded as a living business. However, this early in the morning, naturally no one would come to drink, so most pubs would only open at noon.

But the door of the tavern was now half open, and the fat shopkeeper walked out with a smile. Of course he had reason to be happy, because someone actually paid a good price to book half a day of leisure time here, and all he wanted to do was to experience the feeling of opening a tavern.

These people are simply crazy, but let's let there be more such lunatics... The fat shop owner thought this, then shook his head and went back to rest calmly.

He wasn't worried about the tavern at all. It was worthless in the first place, not to mention that the other party paid a high deposit. Even at some point, he thought about taking the deposit and running away, but after thinking about the ordinary-looking young man yesterday, he easily squeezed a gold coin into a golden bean in front of him. He wisely gave up the idea of ​​seeking death.

Just when he thought of this, the fat shop owner suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure walking quickly out of the corner of his eye. His body trembled, and then he reluctantly put on a smile and waved, "Hi, sir, good morning."

Tang En turned around, raised the corner of his mouth, and responded politely: "Good morning... um, let's take a walk?"

He shook his head, "No, I just went back to rest. Oh, the door of the tavern has been opened, and your companion is cleaning up there."

"Thank you! I'm sorry to trouble you."

"That's very kind of you, sir. Well, I wish you all a nice morning."

"Ha, I hope so."

They said hello to each other. Although the other party was very polite, the fat shopkeeper quickened his pace slightly after turning around and leaving, wiping the sweat from his forehead...

It seems that he was really frightened yesterday...Twain watched the fat figure quickly disappear around the corner of the street, shook his head and chuckled, then turned around and walked quickly to the pub.

There were about a dozen people cleaning up inside the tavern. Except for a long table and a dozen wooden benches left in the middle of the tavern, everything else was piled in the corner.

After Tang En came in, the old man behind the counter who was wiping the table and pretending to be the shopkeeper nodded kindly. That was Balao, but now he was Balao in disguise. During the negotiation, everyone who stayed in the tavern was in disguise.

There is no way, the only people who will be able to be here at that time will be high-level personnel of secret agencies. If their faces are memorized and their portraits are drawn, it will basically be impossible to continue their work in the future. So Tang En spent all his free time these days making disguise props.

Fortunately, except for him and Josiah, it was only a partial disguise, otherwise if everyone had to have a full face, a week might not be enough.

After greeting Balao, Tang En walked to sit down next to Joshua and said, "Get ready. The other party has already set off and will arrive in about fifteen minutes."

The stakes are high, and even though the other party proposed this negotiation first, there shouldn't be any tricks at the beginning. But they didn't dare to be careless. After all, if this place was besieged, the secret agency would be taken over. So in the end it was Tang En who made a trip in person to make sure there was no ambush on the other side.

Josiah nodded, took a deep breath, and looked around.

The clearing work was coming to an end, and these people would withdraw and pick up weapons to guard the perimeter. This long table was made of two tables put together. It was made of poor material and was a little greasy from the age, but it was just long enough to seat seven people. In addition to Tang En, together with Balao behind the counter and Difu who was pretending to be a waiter, they were all the top officials of the secret agency. This is an institution created by me, and it is now taking on a major mission... This tavern is very ordinary, but who would have thought that this place carries the long-cherished wishes of hundreds of thousands of people in gray clothes for more than ten years...

Nervousness, excitement, excitement...many emotions were mixed together, forming a variety of distracting thoughts. Phew... exhaled a breath of turbid air, cleared the air, turned to Tang En and smiled, "The day has finally arrived."

Probably feeling what Joshua was thinking, Tang En nodded and said, "Well, this day has finally arrived."

A smile appeared on his lips, Josiah turned his head, raised it slightly, and his face returned to a calm and calm expression.

Haha, everyone is growing up... Tang En looked at the calm and composed Josiah, and then recalled how he worried about gains and losses during the first blackmail negotiation, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Just as the Gray Army is growing rapidly, this girl from a small aristocratic family in the southern city gave up everything that others could dream of, such as a superior life, noble status, etc., and came to the desolate north alone to pursue her dream. Now she finally has it. An amazing transformation like turning a cocoon into a butterfly.

Fifteen minutes is not long, and the cleaning work has been completed. The tea served later has not cooled down. It is at a suitable temperature and smoke is rising.

"Here we come!" Difu, who was wearing a waiter's uniform at the door, suddenly turned around and said, maybe because of nervousness, his voice was a little high-pitched and there was a drawl at the end.

But no one is laughing at him now, because except for Tang En, everyone here is more or less nervous.

If you care too much, your emotions will inevitably be affected. Tang En has seen too many battlefields of life and death, and his mental qualities have long been tempered. Of course, what's more important is that he doesn't value negotiations as much as Josiah and the others, so naturally he doesn't care much about it.

Josiah stood up with a normal expression and raised his lips slightly: "Let's go. Although we don't want to see those hypocritical faces for a few more seconds, we always have to give a symbolic welcome to people who have come all the way here."

"Ha ha……"

It's not a clever mocking joke, but it works well here. Together with laughter, everyone's mood was relieved a lot, and the tense atmosphere was swept away.

Difu at the door stroked his forehead when he saw this, and laughed at himself in a shameless manner: "I said that I was so embarrassed just now, because it turned out that I saw you for a few seconds longer. Alas..."

"Ha ha……"

…

On the street in front of the tavern, more than a dozen luxury carriages and hundreds of heavily armed cavalry were approaching at a constant speed.

"Is this here?" Simpson opened the curtains on the car window and looked at the houses on the street. He frowned and said, "Untouchables are untouchables. They chose such a poor place for such an important negotiation. Could it be that they don't pay attention to it?" "

"The important thing is the negotiation, not the environment! Sir Simpson." Of course Ronald would not fall for such a low-level provocation, and said calmly, "And I have to remind you. We are the ones negotiating this time. The main force. So, no matter what you think in your heart, please do not use the term "untouchable" in the negotiations. Otherwise, you have the right to supervise us, and we also have the right to interfere with the negotiations and expel you."

"Tsk." Simpson sneered disapprovingly, turned around and said, "Don't they think they are pariahs in your hearts?"

"Even if it is normal, it is not a negotiation."

Shaking his head, Simpson glanced sideways: "You new aristocrats are really going to any lengths to develop! But, haha, inferior pearls can never be set in the crown. Just as they will not be able to help you later, now they I’m afraid I was so nervous that I forgot my last name…”

Before he finished speaking, faint laughter suddenly came from the front. Simpson's car curtains were not down, and it was obvious that the message was coming from the target tavern.

Spreading his hands, Ronald raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Obviously, this is not nervousness."

"Hmph!" He was slapped in the face at the scene. Even though Simpson City was quite rich, his face couldn't help but feel hot. He snorted coldly and lowered the curtains.

Since laughter can be heard, the distance between the two parties is not far.

After a while, a dozen luxury carriages stopped ten meters away in front of the tavern. Before the people got off the car, the more than a hundred cavalry suddenly split into two wings and rushed out. The trend was clearly to surround the tavern. Immediately, the speed of the dozen or so cavalry in front of them increased instead of slowing down, and they crashed into Joshua and the others at the door menacingly.

"Damn..." Difu's expression changed, and he reached out to touch the knife. But his wrist was instantly grabbed by Josiah, "Don't be impulsive."

Tang En pouted at the side, stretched out his hand into his arms, and murmured in a low voice, "What an old-fashioned way of showing off..." As he stretched out his hand, a crossbow appeared, aiming at a dozen cavalrymen who were nearly five meters away. one time.

Hiss, hiss...

There was a neigh of horses, and these knights subconsciously tightened their reins. The front hooves of the war horses were raised high, as if they were standing up, and then they fell heavily.

Obviously, this action was originally intended to be played in front of Tang En and the others. In this way, as long as a normal person is caught off guard, he will naturally panic. In this way, the purpose of showing off one's power is achieved.

But in the flash of lightning, unexpectedly, this person took out a crossbow in a very careless manner. This time, it was their turn to be caught off guard. Fortunately, these people's riding skills are very good, and there are no handsome moves like rolling off the horse that seriously damage morale.

At this time, the sound of horses neighing came from the direction around the tavern. Obviously, the Cavaliers also encountered difficulties with their two-wing encirclement tactics.

Originally, the address this time was chosen by Josiah and the others, and they planned to take advantage of the home field. How could they let the other party counterattack and surround them.

Kick, kick, kick, the cavalryman a few meters away dismounted neatly, strode over, and reached the door.

"Get out of the way. In order to ensure the safety of all of you, we have to go in and search first!"

How could the people here obey and get out of the way? They were all blocking the door with their hands on their shoulders, as if they didn't hear anything.

The cavalryman at the head frowned, took a step forward again, stretched out his hand to pull, "Give me..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a rather strange sound, and the cavalryman's outstretched hand, from the fingers to the arm armor and finally to the shoulder armor, was covered with a layer of ice at an extremely fast speed.

"Magician!"

There was an exclamation, followed by the continuous sound of a sword being half unsheathed.

Joshua turned a blind eye to the knight's fierce actions and stepped forward with a cold voice: "Tell your lords. You can enter the room at the back if you want, but you must be the one negotiating. As for you, I'm sorry, you are not qualified yet!"

…………(To be continued.)