By the time Lin Mo returned to the downtown area, it was already noon.

"Boss, a big bowl of wonton noodles, add spicy!"

"okay!"

The fat boss replied enthusiastically while preparing the ingredients in his hands.

After finding an empty table, Lin Mo sat down directly.

The stall is not big, only five tables for dining.

But better than clean.

After a while, the fat boss held a large porcelain bowl and placed it in front of Lin Mo.

"Boss, your place is very clean!" Lin Mo praised.

The fat boss smiled awkwardly, his face a bit unnatural.

Under Lin Mo's questioning, the fat boss came up to him and said in a low voice.

"It's not as good as it used to be!"

"I don't know what's going on in the heads of those power lords, we must keep them clean."

"Look at that king butcher!"

Lin Mo looked in the direction of the fat boss's finger.

Behind the meat stall, a burly and shirtless butcher was shouting loudly.

It's just that this person, with a bruised face and swollen like a pig's head, looks particularly funny.

"This is?"

Lin Mo didn't know why, but there was always a sense of familiarity.

The fat boss looked around for a while, and then explained in a low voice.

"It's not what the gangsters of the Sword Sect did!"

"The net butcher threw a piece of pig skin on the ground."

"Being beaten so badly, tsk tsk tsk!"

The fat boss seemed to recall the cotton before, and a look of fear appeared on his sweaty face.

Lin Mo probably understood when he heard this.

Knife teaching? Pig head?

This old horse is really careful!

If you don't dare to seek revenge on yourself, you will take other people's anger.

The fat boss saw that Lin Mo was young and didn't look like someone from this area.

So he said a reminder.

"Young man, you should pay attention during this time, and don't violate the taboo of the sword teaching."

"They don't care who you are. If you litter, spit, and get caught, you will be whipped."

Lin Mo smiled dumbly: "It's nothing, they dare not do that to me?"

When the fat boss heard this, a look of contempt suddenly appeared in his eyes.

You said you, a young man, come to a small noodle stall like me to pretend.

In line with the principle of customer first, the fat old gang just complained in his heart.

Then he turned to greet the other guests.

Naturally, Lin Mo also noticed the fat boss's micro-expression.

"Despised!"

After laughing at himself, he lowered his head and began to suck his face.

tasty!

Watching all kinds of pedestrians, while enjoying the food.

Lin Mo likes this feeling very much.

After a while, the stall's business also became hot.

"Little brother, make a table?"

A dull voice sounded.

Lin Mo raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged uncle in front of him.

Because of the noodles hanging on his mouth, Lin Mo didn't say anything, and nodded in a muffled voice.

"Little brother, are you local?"

After the middle-aged man took his seat, he chatted enthusiastically.

"I don't know what's going on in these three districts recently, and they say they need a major rectification!"

"I also heard that there is a grandmaster and a strong person appearing, and I don't know who made the rumor?"

It seems like an unintentional complaint, but in fact it is really looking for information.

Lin Mo glanced at the calluses on the back of the middle-aged man's hand, and knew that he was a boxing practitioner.

"I don't know either!"

As he spoke, he wiped his mouth, threw the money down, and prepared to leave.

Just as he got up, the middle-aged man suddenly noticed Tai Ah on Lin Mo's waist.

The seemingly unremarkable long sword reveals a strong ancient rhythm.

"Little brother, wait a minute!"

"I think your sword is very strange. I don't know if I can bear the pain and give up love!"

Hearing this, Lin Mo stopped.

"I didn't hear you, say it again..."

The middle-aged man only felt a chill on his back, and an inexplicable feeling of fear rose in his heart. JrNovels.com