[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

When Tiqi left, he looked back at the upstairs window, and Boss was standing behind him calmly looking down at the street.

Today's Millennium Duke is a little different from the past.Thinking of what he just heard, Tiqi couldn't calm down for a while.

The setting sun came in from the window and spread on the carpet, dragging the figure of the person in front of the window long.Millennium Lord watched Tiqi walk away, blew out a smoke ring, and pressed the burnt cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Once upon a time, it seemed that it was difficult for me to adapt to this smell.

Every day seemed to start like this back then.

"You guys," the leading boy arrogantly kicked over a row of chairs and cursed, "Give me all the food and drink!"

The boss and the proprietress looked at each other, and asked tremblingly, "Who are you?"

"Use "you"! Another boy wearing glasses reminded, "Boss Qian has dozens of brothers under him, all of whom are called like that." "

The "Thousand Boss" was smoking a cigarette, arrogantly turned his head to look at the ceiling, his chest was raised high.

"Little brother, it's not easy for us to run a small business. If you are hungry, take these packets of biscuits..."

"Who cares about this?" Boss Qian cast a disdainful glance, "Don't think it's just the two of us, but there are dozens of brothers behind us. It's okay if you don't pay the protection fee, I'm afraid your shabby shop... Work hard."

As he spoke, the young man looked around the shop, took a sip of his cigarette, and seemed to be choked again, coughing softly.

"Don't be afraid, the boss just likes to scare people." The bespectacled boy looked very gentle, and his tone was very gentle. He approached the two frightened shopkeepers and whispered, "If you follow it carefully, you will be fine."

As he spoke, he took out a pen from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is my favorite pen, I'll give it to you as an apology, it's not easy for everyone."

The proprietress looked at the boy, then at the pen in his hand, and took it hesitantly.Unexpectedly, there was a sound of rubbing, sparks suddenly appeared on the tip of the pen, and then there was a bang—it exploded.The proprietress was so frightened that she wowed and retreated far away, and the boss rushed over to see if there was any injury.

"Well, the explosion range is too small and the power is not enough...it needs to be improved." The boy with glasses muttered thoughtfully, took out a small notebook and wrote a few strokes.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Another tall boy shouted and appeared at the door, looking like a hero who drew his sword to help when the road was injustice.

Boss Qian turned around and looked over, frowning slightly.

"you again?"

The boy with glasses also stopped writing, followed by looking over, blinking his eyes.

"Collect protection fees based on your virtue?" The hero glanced at the two of them contemptuously.

"You dare to meddle in my affairs, you are quite courageous!" Boss Qian stared at the other party and smiled wickedly.

"I don't see such things as bullying others the most, and I'll take care of it today!" The hero stepped on the overturned chair, "Get out of here!"

During the conversation between the two, the boy with glasses moved a few steps closer to the leader, and stood slightly behind him, looking a little scared.

"I think it's you who should get out," Boss Qian said unhurriedly, "otherwise, wait for the dozens of brothers behind..."

"I can't come anymore," the hero interrupted him, "I beat you to the ground."

The two were visibly choked.

"Only by you?"

"Tch, I haven't had enough beating yet, so I'm already wilting." The hero clenched his fists in dissatisfaction and made a cracking sound, "Or, you two also come to stretch my muscles and bones for my uncle?"

As he spoke, he shrugged his shoulders and moved his joints, looking eager to try.

"Hmph, wait!" Boss Qian glared at him viciously, "Next time I'll see you!"

After staring at each other for more than ten seconds with their eyes, the two finally left unwillingly.The shop owner didn't seem to have reacted yet, and he stood there stupidly for a while before opening his mouth to this brave young man.

"Thanks……"

"You don't need to thank me, really! It's right to draw your sword to help when you see injustice." The young man waved his hand boldly, "You don't have to take it too seriously."

"That……"

"It's really not necessary! But if you are really sorry and want to give me something, I will not refuse to accept it..." The boy picked up the food on the shelf by himself, "Hey, it's all neighbors. Neighbor, I should do a little favor."

The boss looked at the other party's increasingly bulging pockets, and gradually shut up.

The boy moved as nimbly as if he was at his own home. After a while, he took a lot of them, stuffed them in his pockets, and carried them in his arms. Finally, he also carried a pack of cigarettes under his elbows.

"Thank you then!" Probably confirming that he really couldn't take it anymore, the boy finally stopped his movements and turned back to shout at the boss, "If you need help in the future, don't hesitate to tell me!"

That tone was really heroic, with an air of righteousness.Although the pile of things in his arms covered his face, he could not see his expression at all.

Then the hero walked away in such a majestic manner, leaving the husband and wife dumbfounded.

"Girl, glasses!" Hero yelled at the two people waiting there as soon as he turned out of the store, "Hurry up and pick up some for me, I can't take it down anymore."

"Wow, there are so many!" The glasses boy was dazzled by the colorful packaging, "You are really good at drinking, you can eat enough for several days! Huh? Why do you still have a box of cigarettes..."

"Forget it, that shabby store doesn't even sell bottles of wine, what a f*cking disappointment!" the hero complained dissatisfied.

"Okay, let's go, don't get caught!" The boss Qian just now was holding two baguettes and urging his companions.

"Okay, let's go..."

"Hey, old Qian, you are too lazy, just carry a little!"

"Of course, I'm the leader!" Old Qian strided like flying, without looking back, he said, "I want to be called Boss Qian!"

"Big your head!"

"Hey, don't say dozens or hundreds next time? You won't be able to frighten them in case you don't want to. Oh, and you'll be late next time, alcoholic. I haven't started a fight yet..."

"Fuck you! If you don't show up again, you will be exposed. If it weren't for the cowardly boss, he wouldn't have taken you seriously!" the hero just scolded. Be the boss!"

"Originally!" the cheat yelled arrogantly, asking another person to chime in, "Screw your glasses."

"Oh, Boss Qian!" The glasses boy obeyed obediently, shouting loyally.And the boss Qian also held his hand tightly while running.

"Hey glasses, you are too unreliable!"

"What is faith? Can it be eaten?" Boss Qian replied sternly.

"Uh, I can't..."

"Don't interrupt your glasses!"

"Hey, whose brother are you talking to!"

"Who is your little brother!"

"Glasses, are you my younger brother?"

"Yes."

"look!"

……

"Good wine and cigarettes, happy like a fairy!" The drunk yelled, lit a cigarette, and sprayed clouds at the boy.

Allen scanned the letter again from beginning to end to make sure that he hadn't missed it, and then handed it to the lighter that the other party stretched out.Orange flames soared upward, devouring the paper in an instant, reducing it to ashes.Allen cleaned up the wreckage, and just as soon as he turned his head, he saw the words written on the table by the other party dipped in wine - "Go".

"Dry...Cheers! Do it...come on..."

Kuros was still muttering nonchalantly, looking full of drunkenness, but his eyes were clear, with silent urging.Allen looked at the man who took him in after his father's death. Driven by doubts, he also dipped his index finger in the wine and wrote a word on the table - Qian.

"Uncle, you are really drunk..."

Then he wrote down Mana's name, and then crossed his fingertips to draw a line between the two names.

"Do we... know each other?" He clicked the names on the table.

Kuros paused in the air with the hand holding the wine glass.

"What's this called, I know..." The man drank a toast, "It's not just acquaintance... We grew up together when we were young! Come, drink with me!"

Ya Lian stared blankly at the disguised chief for a while, and opened his mouth after making sure that the other party had not misunderstood what he meant, but he didn't say anything.He added two strokes to the line he had just drawn, forming a triangle with one corner pointing in the direction of Kuros.

"Is...really? Why don't I remember... Uncle, you must have misunderstood the person." Allen looked at the other person, and he felt as if he already had the answer in his heart.

"Nonsense, we know each other!" This time, Kuros turned to face him, his eyes were deep and complicated, "It's been a long time since I saw you..."

He didn't make a nod, but the answer was obvious.

When Allen left the tavern, Kuros had already left first, and the two deliberately staggered the time, just in case.

A waiter stopped him when he reached the door.

"Hi sir, this is the bill for table 59." The waitress politely handed over the bill with a smile as sweet as honey.

Mr. Injustice held the bill, the corner of his mouth twitching.

How he wished he hadn't seen the full page list of IOUs in the "Notes" at the end of the stack of letters.

"Don't go into the tavern with Kolos Marian, and don't leave after him!"

How can this unforgettable first rule of the sect's survival be forgotten? !

Allen reflected deeply in the howling autumn wind.