Chapter Eighteen Turn left when going out Thank you

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  It turned out that Lin Taiping's premonition was absolutely correct!

  Under the glittering gold coins, Mr. Cohen, who was powerless to tie a chicken, transformed into an evil overlord from that night on, bursting with 100 times more passion, he followed Turo's behind every moment, urging the cow-headed people to rush to work desperately, just short of directly frowning and brandishing whips.

  "Hurry up, hurry up! Mr. Sis has ordered two totem tattoos and they must be finished before 3 pm today. He's been waiting at the door for an hour already."

  "Dear Miss Lila, would you mind coming over here? Mr. Kent's rock totem tattoo seems to have a bit of an issue, could you possibly think of some way to make some improvements?"

  "What? You want to go to the toilet? For crying out loud, what's with going to the toilet now? Alright, alright, I'll give you two minutes, no more, even if it's a big one, only two minutes. Time is money, don't you people understand that?"

  So it was, for the entire week that followed, the Ox-Headed people fully experienced what it meant to be oppressed without mercy. From 4am in the morning till midnight at night, from the living room to the kitchen and then to the bedroom, thirty Ox-Heads worked non-stop, even taking time out while eating meals, until eventually, Tulou couldn't even escape it in his dreams, with both hooves habitually twitching and waving...

  But all this proved to be worthwhile, as Mr. Cohen's crazy promotion brought in more and more people waiting in line at the door for tattoos, and gold coins flowed into Kirsten's home like a never-ending river, until Lin Taiping was even considering whether to buy a few more boxes.

  On the seventh day at noon, the cow-headed people who had been squeezed dry could no longer bear it. After finishing the tattoo for the 50th guest, Tulu let out a miserable cry with his mouth full of blood and fell heavily to the ground like a mountain: "Woo woo woo, my hooves are almost worn out, Lin, we need to go on strike, I'd rather go back to gnawing at grass roots than continue doing this."

  "Absolutely not." Mr. Cohen, who had just brought in a new stack of orders, suddenly became enraged and shouted, "What kind of joke is this? Do you know how much profit we'll lose per hour if we go on strike? This is all gold coins shining brightly!"

  "Alright, alright, let's just take a break for a few days." Lin Taiping lazily walked down the stairs, with Vivian clinging to him like a koala, and for some reason, this little loli seemed to get along particularly well with him, sticking to him from morning till night, to the point where Kristen was getting a bit jealous.

  "Take a break?" Mr. Cohen was clearly unwilling, but considering that Lin Taiping was the real decision-maker, he could only reluctantly mutter, "Alright, let's take a two-day break... no, just one day is fine. I can also take the opportunity to check on the preparations for the banquet and send out all the invitations."

  Long live! Upon hearing this, the cow-headed people who were just lying on the floor panting suddenly jumped up cheering. Tulou was so excited that he waved his hooves: "Let's go to town and have a big feast! Roasted suckling pig, roasted lamb legs, roasted chicken, roasted duck, roasted goose - let's get 100 of each!"

  This is a good proposal, a group of ox-headed people nodded desperately, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva. However, just at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside, urgent and slightly rude.

  Before Lin Taiping could react, Kirsten had already rushed out of the kitchen with a shovel and hastily opened the door: "Ah ah ah, I still have dishes burning in the pot, who is it at this time...... Hmm, who are you?"

  As the door opened, a gust of cold wind blew in from outside. Standing at the entrance were five or six burly men, and surrounded by them was a huge fat man who looked like a mountain of flesh. In fact, due to his excessive obesity, he had squeezed through the doorway with great difficulty, and the creaking sound of the door frame could be heard.

  "Edward?" Cohen turned his head subconsciously, and after seeing the stout man's appearance clearly, he suddenly showed a few points of worry and unease, and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "Damn it, this greedy fool has finally sniffed out the smell of blood and come to the door?"

  "A greedy... fool?" Lin Taiping was slightly stunned, this adjective sounded strange, and almost at the same time, those five or six burly men had roughly pushed away Kirsten, even glaring fiercely at several little girls, hinting that they should all roll far away.

  And in this oppressive atmosphere, Edward, also known as the greedy fool, had already walked into the living room, smoking a cigar with an air of arrogance and rudeness. He roughly scanned the entire scene before finally raising his chin towards Lin Taiping: "So, you're that little white face, the apprentice of the Eastern magician?"

  This greeting method is really impolite, Tulun suddenly jumped up in anger, but Lin Taiping didn't get angry, still smiling and replied: "That's right, I'm that apprentice of the law master, so you are..."

  "Blabbermouth!" Edward was too impatient to listen, waving his hand as if shooing away a fly. "I know you're that wizard's apprentice, so just name your price already. This dump is crawling with kids everywhere, I don't want to stay here one minute longer."

  Damn it! Kristin was instantly furious, but Mr. Cohen had wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced a smile: "Mr. Edward, I'm so sorry, we just got a lot of orders, if you plan to book Totem, maybe you'll have to push it back a few more days."

  "Totem? What do I want a totem for?" Edward sneered, directly interrupting and spitting out a thick cigar smoke, which was also humiliatingly spat onto Cohen's face. "Cohen, you probably got the situation wrong, what I want to buy isn't a totem, but rather——"

  As he pointed with his left hand, everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look in that direction. In their line of sight, Tulou and thirty Minotaur were standing there stupidly, completely unaware of what had happened.

  But only a few seconds later, when he finally understood that the other party wanted to buy him back, Toru suddenly raised the Totem stone pillar in anger and roared: "Damn human, try saying it again?"

  Completely ignoring the threat, Edward sneered and flicked off the cigarette ash, raising his chin again to look at Lin Taiping: "Little white face, I want these ox-headed slave... Of course, as a generous and kind-hearted noble, I won't let you lose out. How about 2,000 gold coins? Isn't that very fair?"

  Get out! Hearing such shameless words, even some fearful Mr. Cohen couldn't help but burst into anger, with his forehead bulging with rage. That damned scoundrel bought all the Minotaurs for 2,000 gold coins, and these Minotaurs can bring in huge profits every day. If this is considered a fair deal, then there are no swindlers in the world.

  "What? Won't you?!" Edward let out a rough, cold snort, his copper-bell-like eyes gleaming with ferocity. "You bunch of guys, don't tell me you still haven't figured out the situation yet?! Now it's not me asking you to trade, but rather you should be begging me to buy the Minotaur, otherwise..."

  "Is this a threat?" Lin Taiping smiled meaninglessly, but just then, Cohen suddenly tugged at his sleeve and said in a low, strained voice: "Lin, although it's cruel, I personally think you'd better agree to him, or else we'll both be in trouble."

  "Are you sure?" Lin Taiping raised the corner of his mouth, seemingly nonchalant. "What I'm least afraid of is trouble, but then again, it wouldn't be like those melodramatic plotlines where this guy turns out to be some relative of the lord or something."

  "If that's the case, then there's nothing to be afraid of." Cohen wiped his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, as if he had thought of something terrifying. "The problem is, this guy has a very strange background, and it's said that there's a force backing him..."

  In fact, Edward himself is not worth mentioning, arrogant and cruel, and saying that he is as stupid as a pig is an insult to pigs. The problem is that such a fool suddenly became rich after going bankrupt several years ago, and like a greedy shark, he continues to swallow up wealth.

  What's even stranger is that those who had offended him would encounter misfortune after a period of time. One merchant, who refused to sell his goods at a low price, was robbed by pirates while sailing and even fed to the sharks... Okay, not many people suspected him, but this guy seemed to have received support from some high-ranking officials and lavishly spent money, so that he still lives a very comfortable life until now.

  That's why many people believe that behind Edward, there must be a powerful force. Perhaps he is the illegitimate child of a great lord, or perhaps he is the representative of a business alliance, or maybe he is a pawn supported by a pirate force, specifically used to sell stolen goods on Rhode Island.

  But anyway, as an arrogant and brutal fool, Edward has been living a very comfortable life in recent years, constantly expanding his power like a greedy great white shark, occasionally opening his bloody jaws to swallow those unlucky guys into his belly.

  So in this case, looking at the greedy fool with his mouth wide open, even if Mr. Cohen had a hundred unwillingnesses in his heart, he could only grit his teeth and say: "Lin, although you have thirty cow-headed slaves, but... anyway, just temporarily yield for now, you can't defeat him."

  "That's right, this is the wise choice." It was as if he had heard Cohen's whisper, Edward proudly threw away his cigar and roughly stepped on it with his foot, "You pale face, see this cigar? If you don't want to become like it, you'd better... understand?"

  With a loud crash, the cigar that had fallen to the ground was heavily trampled into fragments, as if symbolizing a tragic ending. The originally cluttered room suddenly fell silent, Lin Taiping's face expressionless, rubbing his chin for a long, long time before finally letting out a soft sigh and helplessly reaching into his pocket.

  "Good, it seems you've finally understood." Edward grinned, showing off his yellow teeth, and held out his hand with a self-satisfied air. "This is right, hand over the slave contracts of these cow-headed people, and I'll consider letting you... Hmm? What's this? What is this?"

  Against expectation, what Lin Taiping threw over was not a slave contract, but more than ten insignificant copper coins. Edward's face was shocked as he lowered his head, staring at the copper coins in his palm with a dumbfounded expression, completely unable to understand what this meant. But he didn't need to understand either, because a few seconds later...

  "If you're ill, you have to get treated!" Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Taiping pulled up Edward's left hand and shook it vigorously, then patted his shoulder with a serious tone, "Turn left when you go out, there's a very good private clinic at home, brother, hurry up and go see, don't be shy about seeing a doctor."

  "Huh... illness? What illness?" Edward's eyes widened in a foolish manner, and he suddenly felt that his originally insufficient brain had completely shut down.

  "Of course it's a stupid illness!" Lin Taiping looked at him with a sympathetic face, and sighed seriously, "A fat man, only brought a few ordinary thugs, dared to openly extort money, and under the fierce gaze of thirty cow-headed men... Brother, I'm not hitting you, but the big power behind your back, is it based on stupidity to select agents?"

  What is called a poisonous tongue? This is what is called a poisonous tongue!

  Edward stood there with his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't understand at all, but just a few seconds later, he suddenly became furious, his face turned red like a lion's, and he roared wildly: "Damn it! You lowly stupid filthy insect, dare to speak to me like that, believe it or not, I'll kill you like stepping on an ant!"

  As expected, it's not just ordinary stupidity! Lin Taiping waved his hand weakly and didn't even have the mood to make a sarcastic comment. A few seconds later, Tulou let out a fierce roar and charged forward with thirty Minotaur-like creatures, their tree-trunk-thick arms bulging with muscles, guaranteeing that they could smash any living being into a pulp in just one breath.

  After a few seconds of intense confrontation, Edward finally realized that there was no chance of winning and angrily turned to leave, but just as he walked out of the house, he suddenly turned his head again, staring at the old small building with a fierce gaze.

  In the eerie silence, this vicious and brutal fool with a face full of malice suddenly let out a cold and sinister laugh: "Wait for me, it won't take long, I'll make sure you all die without a place to bury your bodies, everyone will die, not one person will be left alive, including these little bastards..."

  Whoosh! The ear-piercing laughter had barely faded when a kitchen knife shot out from the window, whizzing past his ear and chopping heavily into the tree trunk!

  A long time later, in Edward's iron-green complexion, in the fearful eyes of those sturdy men, Lin Taiping's sympathetic voice slowly came out.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, you should consider yourselves lucky that Kirsten is cooking dinner rather than washing the dishes..."