Chapter 38
The crowd of onlookers was separated by two soldiers, whose black uniforms and helmets were very different from the dark blue uniforms of the security guards.
A young woman in a lace cheongsam trotted out from between them, her pink high heels tapping. Her long hair, permed and curled like springs, was tied with a white gauze bow. Covered in sparkling accessories, she looked like a little princess.
The original owner had seen her several times in his memory.
Heng Bobao, it is said that her name before changing was Heng Baobao - the beloved daughter of the town mayor Heng Batong.
"How many times have I told you not to bully people out there? You're security guards, security guards, there to maintain law and order! Why don't you show off when there are ghouls?!"
Heng Bobao has a pair of watery peach blossom eyes and a little bit of baby fat. When he is angry, his cheeks turn red, but he is still very beautiful.
The most important thing is her identity. As the daughter of the mayor, she is no different from the eldest princess in the small town of Zhongsu.
No matter how reckless Brother Hu is, he has to give her some distance when he sees her.
"Miss Bao..."
Heng Bobao put his hands on his hips and said, "Humph! My last name is Heng, call me Miss Heng!"
Brother Hu opened his mouth and nodded: "Ms. Heng, we are maintaining public order. Street vendors are not allowed..."
"Who said you can't set up stalls on the street? Go look up the laws of Lengbing City and see which page, which article, which word says you can't set up stalls?!"
Not only Brother Hu and his group of security guards, but also the two soldiers behind Heng Bobao felt a headache.
Without the mayor's tacit approval, how could this under-the-table business continue? Half of the "confiscated" money had to be handed over.
Tiger couldn't lie, so he answered stiffly, "It's... the rules verbally announced by the mayor."
Heng Bobao frowned, his tone still firm: "I'll go ask my dad! Before I find out, none of you are allowed to hit anyone again!"
It seems that they can leave.
But is that it?
An Rou put away the Seven Souls Sword and saw that Paopao was still holding her wrist, so she spread her hands and gestured. Paopao let go and she walked forward.
"Ms. Heng, according to the laws of Lengbing City, what is the punishment for violent assault?"
An Rou asked as she glanced coldly at the security guards. As their eyes met, they suddenly felt a chill in their tailbone and each of them stepped back.
"Rou Rou..." An Younian's eyes were blurred with blood and he could not see his daughter's face clearly, but he could hear the voice clearly.
An Rou squatted down, squeezed his hand hard, checked it carefully, and after determining that there was no fracture, she looked up at Heng Bobao.
There was no answer for such a long time. It is conceivable that Heng Bobao did not know how to punish. Furthermore, perhaps she was not familiar with the so-called laws at all.
As a veteran, Tiger Brother naturally knew this. His expression quickly calmed down as Heng Bobao hesitated and fell silent.
He gave An Rou a threatening look and said to Heng Bobao with a smile, "Then Miss Heng, we will go patrol the streets first."
"...Okay." said Heng Bobao.
Stopping the security guards from beating people had been her original goal. Now that it had been achieved, what else could she ask for?
It seems that the so-called "Cold Soldier City Laws" can no longer be relied upon.
"Wait a minute!" An Rou suddenly raised her voice, stood up and walked in front of Brother Hu, "You hit someone and destroyed things, so at least you have to pay compensation, right?"
There was a huge difference in height between the two men, but when they confronted each other, Brother Hu felt inexplicably uneasy.
An Rou looked at Heng Bobao: "Miss Heng is the most reasonable, what do you think?"
"Ah... uh... that's right! You, pay me money!" Heng Bobao looked back at An Rou, as if asking, how much?
An Rou glanced at the messy tricycle and said, "For the sake of Miss Heng's justice, 1,000 gold—this is my father's medical expenses. And the loss of the buns, 500 gold. It's not much, right?"
She didn't care about this little money at all, but if she asked for more, this matter would never end. If she asked for less, it wouldn't be enough to make these people suffer.
Before Brother Hu could say anything, Xiaoliu and other security guards had already changed their expressions and were ready to move forward.
"It's only 1,500 gold, that's really not much. You, why don't you pay quickly!" Heng Bobao pointed his arm straight at Brother Hu.
Brother Hu gritted his teeth. Why was he so unlucky today, running into Miss Heng? He glared at his men, "What are you still standing there for? Didn't you hear what the young lady said?!"
The security guards reluctantly paid. According to Tiger Brother's distribution, some received 200 gold, some received 300 gold, but he chose himself very cleanly.
Every security guard threw his money on the ground, and gold coins rolled all over the ground.
Brother Tiger: "Is this okay now?"
An Rou: "Pick it up, we are businessmen, not beggars."
Brother Tiger: “You!”
Heng Bobao interjected, "That's right. Although selling buns is a small business, he is indeed a businessman."
Tiger Brother endured it for a long time, but finally ordered the security guards to pick up the gold coins one by one and give them to An Rou. Then he walked away angrily without saying a word.
An Rou didn't try to stop him. She looked at Paopao in the crowd and tilted her head slightly. Under the pressure of her gaze, Paopao had to quietly leave the crowd.
When Fu An Younian got up, Heng Bobao had already come over and sniffed: "What a nice smell! I heard there's a new bun stall here, cheap and delicious. Is that yours? - An Rou, I recognize you. You used to be with Meiling and Meiqian!"
An Rou was stunned.
Heng Bobao said with a smug look on his face, "I helped you drive away the security guards, and I got compensation—10 buns from you, isn't that too much?"
An Rou took two seconds to react and felt that she was not hallucinating. She glanced behind her.
The two black-clad soldiers acting as bodyguards turned their heads away, it was so embarrassing.
Only then did she realize that Heng Bobao's act of justice was just for the sake of getting some free buns.
The NPC's greed for money setting is really weird when applied to different characters.
It’s just 10 buns, such a small reward, nothing wrong with it.
There were still three steamers on the tricycle that hadn't been knocked over, filled with hot steamed buns. An Rou wrapped three of them in oil paper and handed them to Heng Bobao.
Heng Bobao couldn't wait to take a bite, his eyes sparkling as he glanced at the steamer: "Mantou...can I have two too?"
An Rou had a good impression of her, so there was nothing wrong with it.
Heng Bobao bit into a bun while looking at An Rou. When he took the bun, he suddenly moved closer and lowered his voice: "It's a good thing that Meiqian is dead, right? You seem to be much braver than before! And-"
“You’re so beautiful!”
*
Hongyun Hotel.
As the highest-end restaurant and hotel in Zhongsu Town, it enjoys an excellent location. Like the mayor's mansion, its grand gate faces the town square.
It is said that it is one of the properties owned by the mayor.
An Rou went to the pawnshop and took a rickshaw back to the hotel. She half-coaxed and half-forced An Younian to drink five low-level life potions.
A low-level potion costs 10 gold, and an intermediate potion costs 5000 gold. It's not that I can't afford the intermediate potion, but I don't need to.
According to Paopao, NPCs all have 100 health points, equivalent to a level 1 novice player, but without the latter's growth potential. A low-level health potion, which instantly restores 10 health points, is a drop in the bucket for players, but for NPCs, it's a miracle cure.
After taking five potions, An Younian's face was truly radiant. Coupled with the potion's inherent accelerated healing effect, the bruises on his body quickly faded, and the wounds quickly formed blood scabs.
No wonder the original owner had never heard of any NPC dying of illness in his memory.
But An Younian was restless.
He looked at the hotel room, which was glittering with gold coins, and took An Rou's hand. "Rou Rou, why do you have to stay in such an expensive place? It costs 2,000 gold coins a night! Let's go to a cheaper place. It'll only cost this much to stay in a hotel for a month..."
As An Younian spoke, his small eyes suddenly widened.
During the handshake, An Rou transferred 50,000 gold to him.
He had never seen so much money in his life!
An Rou patted the back of his hand: "Dad, I have money, don't worry. You should have told me about the bun shop the last time you came."
"...You, where did you get so much money?"
"Dad, have you forgotten? I'm really good at mahjong and business as well."
"Business?" An Younian thought of the farm. "What kind of business? Rourou, you can't do those dangerous businesses..."
"Dad never believes me!" An Rou pouted. "I can make friends with the Chosen One, so why is it so hard to make some money doing business?"
The farm hasn't opened yet, so it's not easy to make up a lie that An Younian can accept.
An Rou simply talked about real-world business, the internet, IT, and even nuclear bombs. Anyway, the game automatically blocks sensitive words, making the NPC sound inscrutable.
An Younian was truly confused and stopped asking questions, but his expression remained worried.
Someone knocks on the door.
An Rou coaxed An Younian into bed, then went to open the door. There was someone running outside.
"Is Uncle An okay?" He peeked in. The room was a one-bedroom, one-living room apartment, and since An Younian was in the bedroom, he naturally couldn't see.
An Rou pressed his forehead: "Where?"
Paopao's eyes flickered. "Boss, we really can't touch NPCs casually. It will affect their destiny! Besides, the ban on those with destiny in Zhongxu Town is still in effect. If we get a complaint, our destiny will be cut in half, which will bring us bad luck!"
"Stop talking nonsense. Where is it?" An Rou frowned impatiently.
It seems that it can't be stopped.
Paopao sighed and answered truthfully, "I asked around at the Liushi Street Police Station. Their team works the night shift, from 6pm to 6am."
An Rou: "Patrolling the streets all the time?"
Paopao: "I overheard and heard that everyone went back to the police station to rest after midnight."
An Rou raised the corners of her lips: "That's good."
"Boss, what exactly do you want to do?" Paopao was worried.
The Seven Souls Sword dealt high damage, so taking out a few NPCs was no problem. With so many people on the streets at the time, direct action was unwise. While it would have been possible to raid the police station at night, the disappearance of an entire squad of security guards from the station would have undoubtedly caused a stir.
An Rou had just had a conflict with them, so she was naturally the number one suspect.
"The NPC may not be able to find out anything, but this is Oli's territory. If a player kills people indiscriminately on their territory, Oli will definitely intervene and investigate."
"It was so hard to get past the Chiqian Yiming incident..." Paopao felt more and more that something was wrong, so he made up his mind, "How about this, if the boss insists on killing them, I'll do it!"
It would be easy for him to deal with a few NPCs, and most importantly, no one knew about the relationship between him and An Rou.
An Rou suddenly laughed: "Can you do it?"
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