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“Brothers, be quiet, be quiet.” Bill the Blue-Ring Sea Snake grabbed an empty wine bottle and tapped it several times on the huge oak table.

The tavern hall gradually became quiet, and many people either sat in their 西安夜生活网 seats or simply stood up, dangling cigarettes, looking at Bill coldly.

“Everyone should have heard the news about the events in the last few days. The Rittal family has come on stage, so today, there are no Rittal family members here.” Bill said solemnly: “The Rittal family has come on stage. Everyone knows that.

They became more and more greedy in the year and took away a lot of our business, and the methods 西安夜网论坛 were ruthless and shameless.” “They have become the masters of Tulum Port. Will they spare the fat of Lovegang?” Bill He shook his head and sighed: “If the paws of the Rittal family are stretched out, can we have so many brothers, can we still be happy in Love in the future?”

“Think of a way, brothers, think of a way.”

Bill dropped his hands. The wine bottle said in a deep voice, “This 西安夜生活第一论坛网 afternoon, Qiao Rongweitu, the second young master of the Rittal family, came with him. He brought more than one hundred policemen. After all, he is the head of the Lufgang branch of the Tulum Port Police Station. Well.”

“If, our Master Qiao, will govern Lofgang like Tulum Port, every barrel of wine, every bundle of hemp, every jar of tea, every bundle of silk in the future will be subject to the imperial tax rate. If you pay taxes,”

Bill provoked the big pure gold pocket watch hanging on his chest: “Hey, my dear brothers, see what this is? Will there be good days for us in the future? We still have spare money to buy these glitter Is he cute?”

Shaking his head, Bill pointed to a fat man sitting in the far corner.

“Hey, Mr. Calijun