Chapter 1163 Hey, Dirty Grandpa, You Have to Pay for Something Broken

Elton was taken aback, with a hint of panic in his eyes, swallowed and said, "No...what do you mean by not coming?"

"It's a simple literal meaning. Starting tomorrow, Mamy's Restaurant will no longer serve you breakfast." Mag looked at Elton with a hint of sarcasm in his smile, "You, I won't serve you anymore."

Elton's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly looked at Mag with a pleading expression: "Mr. McGonagall, what I said just now was just a joke, don't take it seriously, I promise I won't make any jokes in the future, you It’s so cold today, if I don’t have a hot breakfast, I’m going to freeze to death this winter, so please pity me.”

Anna looked at Elton, then at Mag, hesitating to speak.

The other cleaners also looked at Mag one after another. Elton was indeed a little too much, but he didn't know how Mr. McGonagall would deal with this matter.

"I'm sorry, my kindness is limited, and I only give it to people I want to give it to. And you, obviously not in this category, you are now on the restaurant's blacklist. From now on, my restaurant will be closed. I won't entertain you again." Mag said indifferently, without any intention of negotiating.

Elton looked at Mag and saw that he didn't have the slightest intention of discussing or backing down. It was obvious that he had made up his mind not to give him porridge anymore. He was so angry that he slammed the big bowl in his hand on the ground with a bang. Pointing at Mag, he laughed and scolded: "You hypocritical guy, you just gave us a little porridge to be a scholar, and now you deliberately find fault and don't let me eat it. I want to expose your true face and let everyone know what you are. Man, I want to sue you at the city lord!"

Mag glanced at the smashed bowl that fell on the ground, and raised his eyebrows slightly. This guy is really a rotten person who doesn't like oil and salt.

Elton looked at Mag with a hint of complacency in his eyes. The most important thing for these rich people is reputation and face, especially those who run restaurants like Mag. If the reputation is bad, business will be difficult in the future. I will definitely give in to him, and when the time comes, I will hit him again, and I will be able to live comfortably in the next few months.

Old Jack wanted to speak, but the old lady stretched out her hand and said in a low voice, "Mr. McGonagall can solve it by himself. Don't meddle in it. He is not someone Elton can just take advantage of."

Mag looked up at Elton, twitched his mouth, and said with a smile: "You can sue me wherever you want, this is your freedom, of course, I will hold you accountable for all slander and dirty water, I have I have money and leisure, but I am not afraid of trouble at all."

Elton was stunned for a moment, completely unaware that Mag would be so bold, and said angrily, "Okay, I'll go to the Santo's Mansion to sue you!" After speaking, he turned his head and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute,

You can sue, but first compensate me for the intentionally broken bowl. This is a high-quality porcelain bowl from the east, one, 400 copper coins. "Meg stopped Elton and pointed to the broken bowl on the ground.

"Four hundred copper coins!" Elton stared at the broken bowl on the ground, then at Mag, and said angrily, "You...you're blackmailing!"

"Extortion?" Mag smiled, his eyes turned cold, and his voice raised a bit accordingly, "You are picking quarrels and provoking trouble, maliciously destroying other people's property, according to the law of Chaos City, you need to compensate the other party for the loss, and bear the corresponding responsibility."

"I...I..." Elton's eyes were a little panicked. He didn't know any laws, and he didn't expect Mag to confront him head-on, and he didn't mean to retreat at all.

His monthly salary is only 600 copper coins, and within a few days after the payment, he spent it all on drinking and gambling. He still owes a lot of money. Where can he find 600 copper coins to pay Mag.

"I'm not as knowledgeable as you." Elton flicked his sleeves, picked up his broom, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Hey, Dirty Grandpa, if you break something, you have to pay for it, otherwise, my little fireball won't let you go easily." Amy's crisp voice sounded from behind, she didn't know when she got up Amy stood at the door, a ball of fire in her hand was beating slightly.

Elton looked back at the little fireball in Amy's hand, his face changed drastically, and he ran while carrying the broom and shouted, "Someone hit someone! Someone hit the cleaner! Beat someone..."

"Run away, it looks like I'm not going to give money, it's really a bad choice." Amy muttered, then pointed at Elton's hand, and the little fireball flew out, chasing after Elton .

A bad old man carrying a broom and a jumping red fireball started chasing frantically in Aden Square, keeping a distance of about half a meter.

"Amy, will something happen?" Mag asked, looking back at Amy.

"Don't worry, Father, he won't die." Amy assured.

"boom!"

There was an explosion, and a small mushroom cloud rose in the distance, accompanied by a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Elton, who was covered in flames, jumped into the icy fountain pool, and the flames were extinguished in a flash. Although he was not burned, his clothes had been burned by the fire, and the pool of clear water quickly turned into a pool of water. black.

He shivered and shivered in the water, he didn't get up, he didn't get up, tears streaming down his face, "Sin, if I knew it, I would have had a free breakfast, now I don't have breakfast, and my clothes are also gone." No more, how will you spend this winter?!"

Seeing this scene, the cleaners hugged the big bowls in their hands tightly. This is a big bowl worth 400 copper coins. If one is broken, then this month's work will be for nothing.

But no one really sympathizes with Elton. Everyone knows who that guy is. He usually steals, cheats, doesn't clean the floor properly, and his hands and feet are not clean. Now he's targeting Mr. McGonagall. If he succeeded, he was punished instead, and he deserved it.

"Mr. McGonagall and the little girl are really good, this time they completely controlled Elton." Old Jack said to the old lady with a smile.

"Uncle McGonagall and Amy have a way to deal with the bad guys." Anna looked at Mag and Amy, thinking silently in her heart, if it was her, she must not have known what to do just now.

Mag smiled and pinched Amy's face, then looked at the cleaners and said, "Everyone, keep eating, there is still in the pot after eating."

He took the broom, swept the pieces of the porcelain bowl off the ground, and dumped them into the trash can.

He is not some kind of saint, but he will not spoil anyone.

After breakfast, Mag packed up his things, wrote a bulletin board and hung it at the door.

"Uncle McGonagall, are you going on a trip?" Anna asked curiously looking at the bulletin board.