Chapter 100 Counterattack

Since it was going to be reorganized, the whole family simply moved away, and a large manor was packed up not far from the suburbs, and the infirmary was really converted into a hospital. As for whether there are so many people and patients, Angel Bena doesn't care ——Anyway, it is the private property of the Witches' Secret Society, and it doesn't cost money.

The word rich and willful is perfectly interpreted.

Only the medical center was moved away. Not only was the restaurant not moved, but it was merged with the medical center, and the area was more than tripled.

After all, restaurants and medical clinics are different in nature. They can't let those diners run back and forth for dozens of miles every day for a meal, can they?

In that case, the restaurant will not be open for a long time, after all, the diners are just for convenience.

As a result, Sean basically had no time to stay in the restaurant, and the status of the young lobby manager Elle has risen, and he has directly become an agent owner, and his daily commission has also increased by several percentage points.

If it had been before, Aile would have jumped three feet high with joy, but now his face was so bitter that he could ooze juice, and he held on to Sean who was about to move to the new hospital and wouldn't let go.

"Boss, you're gone, what shall we do? Those bastards are making trouble every day, and I heard that they secretly threaten our old diners. The number of regular diners who come every day is getting less and less. If this continues, we will close down sooner or later."

"Today we'll do everything neatly. If they still dare to come, they'll hit me hard. It's best to break a few dog legs so I can fix them on the spot."

Angel Bena waved her little hand domineeringly. She had heard about the scene where Sean made bones for the hooligans who came to make trouble.

I always feel very graphic, and I think it is a manifestation of domineering, and I want to try it myself, but unfortunately I have never had the opportunity.

"Isn't this something that can't be messed around?" The young lobby manager, no, the young acting store owner, Aile, looked confused.

During this time, the waiters have been filled with righteous indignation. Sean and Angel Bena have been telling them to restrain themselves and restrain them, and not to easily conflict with them.

Why did the tone of voice change completely today? Could it be that they have found a bigger backer to go out, so they don't have to be afraid of provoking the Holy See knights of the Holy See of Ether?

"The situation is different now. If they dare not come back with eyes, they will beat me severely, as long as they don't die."

Angie Bella, who was wrapped like a little white bear, had a ferocious expression, but no matter how fierce the expression was, when it came to her crystal clear and delicate face, there was also a cute and cute aura.

While speaking, there was a commotion outside the restaurant.

A young waiter who was only fourteen or fifteen years old rushed in with a look of righteous indignation.

"Brother Aile, they are here again, and those troublesome bastards are here again, what should we do? Ah... boss, ma'am!"

The young waiter hastily performed an irregular waiter's salute, his little face flushed red, and he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at Angelbena directly, for fear that he would break the etiquette and offend the beautiful lady.

But he couldn't help but be attracted by her beauty, and secretly glanced at her from the corner of his eye, crying in his heart.

It's over, it's over, Miss Angelberna saw her reckless performance just now, and her image is completely over.

But Ms. Angelberina is really beautiful. The light snow that just fell this morning was not as fair as her skin. A lady of noble origin is just different from an ordinary woman.

The appearance of the young man's love for the first time is vividly displayed.

Angel Bella seemed to feel something, she habitually pursed her lips and smiled, although she didn't go at the young waiter, she still stunned him.

"Why panic? Lance, how many times have I told you, don't mess up when things happen."

Ailer reprimanded him. Although his heart is also in a mess now, he still maintains a calm appearance. After all, his identity is different now. He is a shop owner. Although he is an agent, he must have his own majesty.

Although this kind of majesty is much more immature than the one that Xiao En exudes from his bones, it still has a certain appearance.

"knew."

The young waiter Lance, who was still in a state of disorientation, responded indiscriminately.

"Lance has not been here for a long time, and he is still learning some things. Please forgive me, the boss."

Ayler made excuses for the young waiter who behaved abnormally, and at the same time gave Lance a hard tug. After all, he still brought in the door by himself, the youngest son of his former boss Wendell.

Whether in public or private, he has the responsibility to take care of him. He knows little Lance's little thoughts, and he has told him how many times he has told him both openly and privately.

Miss Angelbena and they are not in the same world, and they are not even allowed to dream, otherwise they will only bring endless disasters to themselves and their families.

Even though Miss Angelberina is a very gentle person and won't do those crazy things, she can't help but have many suitors. If one or two of these suitors have bad morals, Lance will not be pleasing to the eye. Then there will be endless troubles.

This is not alarmist talk, but what Ailer witnessed with his own eyes. The young man who worked as a waiter in the bakery with him fell in love with the daughter of a bakery owner who was only a little bit pretty, and was burned by a jealous woman. The son of the lord was stabbed to death in the street, and now the grass on the grave is as high as a person.

As for the assailant, he only walked around the border army, and now he appeared in the city swaggeringly again. It is said that he has married the daughter of the bakery owner and has a second son.

Since then, Ayler has understood a truth. For people like them, dreaming is sometimes a luxury, especially unrealistic dreams.

What's more, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relationship between his boss and Miss Angelberina is unusual.

Both Sean and Angel Bena laughed it off, they didn't find trouble with a unilaterally admiring young man, but observed the situation outside the restaurant from the window.

Seventeen or eight young and middle-aged boys wandered back and forth outside the restaurant, and when they saw someone wanting to go to the restaurant, they found fault with all kinds of methods, which made people angry.

Either interrogating the other party's identity, or intimidating them in various ways. If they are new diners, they will make a detour and leave.

If you meet old diners who turn a blind eye to them, you will create all kinds of accidents, such as you bumped into mine, you stepped on my foot, and then went up and dragged it unclearly, and didn't beat people, but made people mess up It's annoying, once or twice is okay, every time this happens, some old diners don't want to come to the door.

There are not many people who can eat outside these days, and they have been tossing for several days. It is no wonder that the business of the restaurant is good. Even two young waiters resigned voluntarily when they saw that their posture was not good.

"Boss, really do it?"

Aile looked at Sean eagerly. Although Angel Bena had spoken harshly just now, Sean was the real boss after all.

"What Ms. Angelbera means is what I mean. Beat me hard, as long as it doesn't hurt their lives. If something happens, we will take care of it."

It's a person who is very angry, and his good business has been tossed like this, even if he doesn't rely on this to make a living, it is impossible to remain calm.

"clear!"

Aile 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, he also had a lot of evil fire in his stomach. These people directly affected him. of income.

With a wave of his hand, Aile rushed out like wolves with the sturdy new waiters who lacked arms and legs.

Don't look at these new waiters lacking arms and legs, but they really handed it over. Those middle-aged men with healthy limbs outside are not their opponents at all. After all, they used to be gladiators who have experienced many battles, and the worst ones are squires.

The long sticks of logs were danced vigorously by them, and those who caused trouble were beaten, crying and howling, and fled in embarrassment.

"You dare to do it, do you know who we are? We are believers of the Holy See, and you dare to beat the servant of God. It is God's will that we come here to condemn the executioner. You are blasphemy..."

One of the leading fanatics of the Holy See of Saint Ether, still not to be outdone, shouted and raised the cross of Saint Ether high.

"It's you believers who don't know what to say! You are worthy of exercising human rights in the name of God!"

A gladiator with one arm missing, holding a stick in one hand, grinned ferociously, and twitched wildly.

He was originally a devout believer of the Holy See of Saint Ether, but when he was sold to a slave owner by his family and sent to the arena, he was so scared that he wet his pants.

He completely betrayed the so-called God of Truth, because he found that in the dilemma of life and death, the only one who could save him was himself.

After finally saving his life, he lived a stable life for a few days and had a full meal. These bastards actually held up the banner of the so-called gods to destroy it. If his savior didn't stop him, he would have done it long ago.

Although one of his arms was broken, his combat power dropped by 70%, but his knight-level physical fitness was there. No matter how the Saint Etherist dodged, the stick would always fall on him, making him cry his father and mother. .

The Saint Etherist rolled and crawled, and ran out of the chaos after suffering countless sticks.

Those disabled gladiators spat viciously at him and said: "It's cheap for him, don't come again, come and break your dog's legs."

"You unbelievers, this is blasphemy, you wait, the Holy See will punish you blasphemers!"

This Saint Etherist did not lose, he yelled at those disabled gladiators, his face was blue, and his legs were also limping. These bastards are really bad at attacking, they only look for the hardest part of human bones, so that they can't fight It's bad, and it hurts terribly. At this moment, there is no place to deal with it all over the body.

"Look for a fight."

Those disabled gladiators made a chasing posture, scaring the Saint Etherist to flee in embarrassment.

"You guys wait, I'll make you look good later! I really thought our Holy See is easy to provoke!"

The Saint Etherist showed fierceness in his embarrassment. Compared with those confused half-children, he was a sensible person among them, and he knew the meaning behind the disturbance, because he did this kind of thing not once or twice.

Now he only needs to bring this injury to the church and cry, and naturally someone will stand up for him, and at the same time he can reap some unexpected benefits.

In one sentence - he is professional.

The reason why he was not mortally wounded was not only because the other party had a lot of strikes, but also because he consciously avoided those heavy blows. Those people hated him the most as a provocateur, and a few blows would break his limbs. He cleverly dodged it.