Cleaning Up The Underground Forces In Royal City

"Kid, did I mishear you? You want me to transfer that tavern to you for free? Are you crazy?"

After hearing Watson's words, the tavern owner came in front of him. He bent down and stuck his greasy face in front of Watson. He threatened in a low voice. "This is not a place where you can behave atrociously. No matter who you are or what your purpose is, I'm going to count to three. Get out immediately, or I'll kill you. Do you understand me?"

Boom!

Almost as soon as he finished his words, the tavern owner's head came into close contact with the ceiling. Watson raised his right leg high and kicked the tavern owner's chin, causing the fat boss to hit the ceiling. The older man fell back onto the ground like a ball beside Watson's feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"D*mn it! Someone is causing trouble here. Come, quickly!"