Chapter 248: Small Matters (Please Subscribe)

"What are you doing? Trying to dirty my boss's bar?"

Behind the bar, Baerjin put down his glass and towel, pulled a double-barreled shotgun directly from under the counter, and aimed it at Harris: "I don't give a damn if you're 'Silver Gun' or Iron Gun, don't disturb my business!"

"Kid, you're lucky, but you won't be lucky forever."

Harris gave a sinister grin, revealing ugly, blackened, yellowed teeth, and with his right hand, he holstered his Zoulun as if performing a magic trick.

Immediately, he downed the drink in his glass, dropped a few pennies, and walked out of the bar.

"Are you alright?"

After finishing the commission, Aaron went to the bar's restroom.

Although somewhat surprised, Baerjin still agreed.

"Mm, no killing, just tailing."

Baerjin smiled and offered a beer: "This one's on me."

William answered absent-mindedly, looking in Aaron's direction, feeling slightly uneasy.

But seeing that Mr. Bote wasn't paying much attention to him, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Aaron sat calmly, his face expressionless.

Aaron went around the Hunter Bar and took the opportunity to collect the revenue from this period.

Isabet immediately stepped forward to check William's face.

At this moment, Aaron came behind the bar, had Baerjin step aside, and smiled at Karl: "'Madman', any interest in taking a job from me?"

It was just that Mr. Halsey was the one who set up the entrance; without his consent, rashly changing it would only cause the entrance to fail.

The bounty hunter laughed and raised his glass high: "To the great Holy Spirit, may He cast Harris's soul into hell!"

"Yes, boss."

Isabet and William retreated in a hurry; Isabet was even a bit secretly delighted, saying to William: "It seems Mr. Bote is quite responsible and prepared to shoulder this matter for us. We've really found a good boss."

'Madman' Karl!

He came to the bar, sat down, and tapped the tabletop: "A Tiesage 'Blazing Fire'!"

Baerjin quickly poured a glass for Karl and used a match to ignite the surface of the liquor.

"Harris died neither honorably nor bravely, and certainly not evilly; on the contrary, it was somewhat comical... He drowned in the sewer at the entrance, haha... That ditch is only two feet deep, not even deep enough to drown a child, but Harris just went face-down and drowned himself alive... He probably drank too much."

Immediately, the stream of light was flicked high and fell back into his hand.

"Why is it 40 pounds?"

As the number of guests in the bar increased, a burly man with a crew cut entered, causing the previously noisy decibel level to drop significantly.

Clap clap!

"Yes, boss, do you want me to find someone to warn Harris?" Baerjin asked: "Or, just take care of him directly. He's a criminal anyway, and since there's no bounty on him, other hunters are too lazy to deal with him. I have some connections in the Momora Field; although only up to the inspector level, dealing with him shouldn't be much of a problem."

"You mean... our waiter provoked a bounty hunter known for his cruelty? And the other party even made threats to deal with him first, and then deal with that bitch? Meaning Isabet?"

Karl picked up his glass and poured the flame and liquor into his mouth at once, his cheeks turning slightly red: "That's the stuff, another one!"

Isabet found William, who was moving beer barrels: "That scoundrel is dead, it's wonderful!"

The Night Curtain completely shrouded the sky, and various lamps lit up one after another along the streets.

"One-fifth as a service fee! Business is business!"

"What a nice friendship, it almost moves me." Aaron clapped his hands and said: "But am I the boss or are you the bosses? Get back to work!"

Aaron nodded.

Karl muttered, but did not refute; this was indeed the rule.

To be honest, he really didn't like this entrance location and always thought about remodeling it one day.

Isabet gritted her teeth and came before Aaron to say.

Karl drank glass after glass, not like he was drinking alcohol, but like he was drinking water: "Too tedious, I won't take it for less than 50 pounds."

"It's fine..."

"Hey, did you hear?"

"Did you hear? 'Silver Gun' Harris is dead!"

Time slowly reached the night.

After a glance, Aaron smiled: "Don't worry about him, I feel like things might have a very interesting development."

William wiped his cheek with his sleeve, looking at Harris's departing back, his gaze deep: "'Silver Gun' Harris, huh?"

It was currently afternoon, and the bar hadn't opened yet.

As the bar manager, he had the privilege of treating customers to free drinks.

Guest after guest walked into the bar, among them many well-informed bounty hunters.

"Yes, boss."

Aaron looked at Isabet and William working in the distance and said: "I need you to tail that waiter named William, monitor him for a period of time, and also, find out his family background, school background, etc., the more detailed the better."

Aaron pushed over a few banknotes; a mere William wasn't worth him taking action himself, spending a little money to have a bounty hunter do it was fine.

"Deal, then the total price is 40 pounds, this is the deposit."

"This is clearly my problem." William couldn't help but step forward and say: "If you want to fire someone, boss, fire me."

Before the bar opened, William and Isabet had both arrived.

"Yeah."

"Bold bounty hunters are everywhere, but you can see their corpses soon enough. You've been able to live until now not just because of madness, but also caution and care."

William responded nonchalantly, a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

A bounty hunter in a wool coat ordered a large glass of rye beer and laughed heartily: "That scum deserved to die! Haha... today is so happy."

"Harry is dead. How did he die?"

In Baerjin's view, Harry's greatest mistake was not his lechery or his cruelty, but doing such a thing inside the Hunter Bar, which was equivalent to a provocation!

Clang!

Between Aaron's fingers, a Pound continuously flipped, turning into a streak of Light.

"I hate merchants."

Aaron raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Hand the report to me as soon as possible."

Karl growled with dissatisfaction.

Several days later.

"Boss... I am very sorry about what happened last time. If it brought any trouble to the bar, I am willing to resign..."

"Yeah..."

"Why look for me?" Karl downed another glass of Blazing Liquor and asked.

It was evident that she was somewhat reluctant to leave this job, but her attitude was quite firm.

Karl swept a glance at Aaron with slightly crazed eyes and said in a deep voice, "No killing!"

Then, he heard a piece of news from Baerjin that made him feel slightly surprised.

Inside the restroom, while activating the Mysterious Talismans behind the door, Aaron was still letting his imagination run wild: "Generally speaking, is this door only passable by men? No, that's not right, female Extraordinarys could conceal their figures to sneak into the men's restroom, haha... thinking about it is quite interesting."

"Perhaps this is a men-only door, and at other entrances, there are women-only doors, as well as mixed passages?"

(End of this chapter)