1164: Hey, Dirty Grandpa, You Have To Pay For What You Broke

Hey, Dirty Grandpa, You Have To Pay For What You Broke

0Elton was stunned, and panic flashed across his eyes. He gulped and said, "W-what do you mean by saying that I don't have to come?"1

"Its literal simple meaning. From tomorrow onward, Mamy Restaurant will no longer supply breakfast for you," Mag said to Elton sarcastically. "I am not serving you anymore."

Elton's expression changed drastically, and he pleaded, "Mr. Mag, I was just joking earlier, please don't take it seriously. I promise I will never joke again. Look, the weather is so cold, I'll be frozen to death if I don't get a hot breakfast. Please take pity on me."

Anna looked at Elton and then Mag. She seemed to want to speak, but hesitated to.

The other cleaners were also looking at Mag. Elton had indeed gone overboard. They were wondering how Mr. Mag would handle it.

"Excuse me, my kindness is limited. I only want to give it to people I want to share it with, and you obviously are not one of them. You are on the restaurant's blacklist. From now on, my restaurant will not be serving you," Mag said mildly, without any leeway for negotiation.

Elton stared at Mag, and realized he wasn't going to negotiate or back down from not supplying him with the congee. Anger gave Elton the courage, and he smashed the big bowl onto the ground. He pointed at Mag with a smirk and scolded, "You are a hypocrite. You supply us with a little congee to do a show. Now, you are deliberately finding fault with me to stop supplying the porridge. I am going to expose you and let everyone know what kind of person you are. I am going to the city lord to report you."

Mag glanced at the shattered bowl on the ground and cocked an eyebrow. This fellow was really an incorrigible person.

Elton looked Mag with smugness in his eyes. These rich people most cared about their reputation and face, especially a restaurateur like Mag. His business was going to suffer if his reputation was damaged. Mag would definitely bow down to him, and then Elton could extort a sum of money from him, and would be able to enjoy himself for the next few months.

Old Jack wanted to speak again, but the old lady stopped him, and softly said, "Mr. Mag can solve this himself. Don't mess things up for him. He isn't someone Elton could extort money from."

Mag looked at Elton as he smirked and said, "You're free to go report me wherever you like. This is your freedom. Of course, I am going to hold you accountable for all the slander and false accusations. I got money and time, so I am not afraid of trouble."

Elton was stunned. He didn't expect Mag would be so tough. His embarrassment became anger, and he said, "Fine. I am going to report you at the city lord's castle right now!" He turned to leave immediately after saying that.

"Wait a minute. It's fine if you want to report me, but compensate me for the bowl that you broke deliberately first. This is a top-grade porcelain bowl from the east. One costs 400 copper coins." Mag stopped Elton and pointed at the shattered bowl on the ground.

"400 copper coins!" Elton's eyes widened. He stared at the shattered bowl and then at Mag. He angrily said, "T-this is extortion!"

"Extortion?" Mag laughed. Then, his gaze turned cold and he raised his voice. "What you have done is akin to disorderly behavior. You have deliberately damaged others' property. According to Chaos City's law, you have to be responsible and compensate me accordingly."

"I… I…" There was panic in Elton's eyes. He didn't know any laws, and didn't expect Mag wouldn't back off, clashing with him head-on instead.

His monthly wage was only 600 copper coins, and he would spend it all on drinking on gambling within a few days. He still owed quite a lot of money, so there was no way he could compensate Mag with 600 copper coins.

"I am not going to argue with you anymore." Elton waved his hand and picked up his broom, preparing to leave.

"Hey, Dirty Grandpa, you have to pay for what you broke. Otherwise, my little fireball is not going to let you off." Amy's melodious voice sounded from behind. Nobody noticed that Amy had woken up, and was standing at the entrance with a little fireball dancing on her hand.

Elton's expression changed when he turned around and saw the tiny fireball in Amy's hand. He carried his broom as he ran and shouted, "Assault! Someone is assaulting cleaners! Assault…"

"He ran. Looks like he is not going to pay. What a bad decision," Amy murmured before pointing her finger at Elton. The little fireball flew out and chased after Elton.

A dirty old man carrying a broom and a dancing red fireball were running around Aden Square crazily. They were maintaining a distance of 50 cm the whole time.

Mag turned and asked, "Amy, will there be trouble?"

"Don't worry, Father. He is not going to die," Amy promised.

"Boom!"

An explosion sounded, and a small mushroom cloud rose up in the distance, accompanied by shrill screams.

Elton, who was covered in flames, dived into the bone-chilling fountain. The flames were extinguished instantly. Although he wasn't injured, the clothes on his body were all burned off, and the clear water became black.

He was shivering in the water. He couldn't decide whether to get up or not. He was so cold that tears flowed down his face. Heavens, I should have just eaten the free breakfast and kept quiet. Now, I have neither breakfast nor clothes, how am I going to survive this winter?!

The cleaners all grasped the bowls in their hands tightly after watching this scene. This was a bowl that cost 400 copper coins. They would have worked for nothing if they had broken one.

However, nobody sympathized with Elton. They all knew what kind of person he was. He was lazy and dishonest. He failed when he had designs on Mr. Mag, and was punished instead, so he had it coming.

"Mr. Mag and the little girl are really formidable. They had Elton under control," Old Jack said to the old lady smilingly.

Uncle Mag and Amy are still the ones with solutions when it comes to dealing with bad guys, Anna thought. She wouldn't know what to do if it was up to her.

Mag pinched Amy's face with a smile before saying to the cleaners, "Please continue, everyone. There is still plenty in the pot."

He took a broom, swept up the fragments, and threw them into the rubbish bin.

He wasn't some saint, so he wouldn't tolerate anyone.

After breakfast, Mag packed his stuff, wrote a notice, and hung it at the door.

"Uncle Mag, are you going on a trip?" Anna asked curiously after she saw the notice.

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