"Ever since the night you left, Rhodes Town ushered in an unprecedented chaotic gun battle. I was so frightened that I huddled under the quilt and didn't dare to move."

"But the gunshots were loud and the raindrops were light. It seems that those who died were all members of the Braithwaite family."

"They are regarded as wanted criminals for the murder of Jock Grey. You say drama is not drama?"

Song Hao, who witnessed the fierce gun battle with his own eyes, could not help but pretend to be surprised: "Isn't this just pure public revenge and private revenge?"

"Then how this matter develops, tell me quickly."

The bartender swallowed and whispered: "Of course it was like lighting the fuse of a riot. In just one week, dozens of murders of various sizes occurred on the plantation."

"Not to mention us ordinary people, in fact, even the bastards in the police station know who the real culprit is behind the scenes, but no one dares to investigate and speak."

After that, he seemed to have thought of something, and did not forget to joke: "You should have seen the crow in the sky when you came in, right?"

Song Hao: "Could it be that they all gathered because of the smell of corpses?"

The bartender didn't speak, just showed a meaningful smile.

Don't tell me, the whiskey tastes really special today.

Song Hao, who was in high spirits, simply ordered another plate of pork bacon and continued to ask: "So is there a truce between the two families now?"

"It's impossible to keep fighting like this until the fish is dead and the net is broken, right?"

Even though they say so, in fact this is what someone hopes for in their heart.

The bartender who was suitable for being a spy brought a plate of pork bacon from the back kitchen and sighed helplessly: "Both parties are just going through a formality and will not really be forced into a dead end."

"Having said that, this farce has no way of ending. Many servants died, so the outcome of this matter depends on the intervention of the wealthy gentry in Saint Denis."

"After all, two families that control the tobacco and bootlegging businesses are fighting with each other. It is the hidden interests of these big shots that are seriously damaged, so they should stand up and mediate as a matter of course."

Now judging from the gold content of these words, Song Hao felt that the bartender in front of him really felt like he was buried in gold.

"You're more suitable to be an official in Saint-Denis. You'll definitely be able to prosper."

After eating and drinking, Song Hao started bragging about business with the bartender, but in fact he wanted to find out about the Braithwaite family.

Since the other party lost such an important iron box bond, they will definitely want revenge at all costs.

As the saying goes, if a fire breaks out at the city gate, the fish in the pond will be affected.

The residents of Rhodes Town must have a difficult life in the future.

"By the way, I have something to ask you. Is there anyone selling horse-drawn carriages around here?"

Carriage for sale?

The bartender frowned, as if he was thinking seriously, even if the other person was just a stranger to him:

"You can go to the hotel in the northeast corner of the town and ask. I remember that he seems to have an unused carriage. You can buy it very cheaply."

"Okay, thank you. You should be more careful at night and don't get shot in the head by a bullet."

Song Hao strolled out of the tavern. The air was a bit cold. He knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, so it was better to return to the camp as soon as possible.

Then he rode Silver Fang to the hotel that the bartender revealed, where he saw an idle and useless carriage with reins on it.

After some negotiation with the boss, the deal was finally settled for five dollars. After all, this was already considered an outdated antique.

Who knows if it will fall apart halfway...

When I returned to the shop in Rhodes Town, I found that the sky had dimmed and the crows were disappearing in the darkness.

The store owner, who had been waiting for a long time, came over and said attentively: "Sir, the supplies you need are all here. You can check the list."

"It's not necessary. You first ask your employees to help me move the supplies to the carriage. I have to do something else."

"No problem, this is within the scope of our services."

Seeing the two strong men in overalls starting to get busy, Song Hao lit a cigarette and then quietly walked into the bank.

It is worth mentioning that there are only ten minutes left before the proofing time, so he is very lucky.

"Dear sir, what kind of business do you want to handle?"

The teller at the front desk asked in a very kind tone, and Song Hao, who didn't want to be verbose, took out a small piece of gold from his pocket.

This was the gold that was specially kept during the day in order to purchase supplies.

"Please help me exchange these into banknotes."

"Okay, please wait a moment and I'll weigh you."

A few minutes later, this medium-sized gold was exchanged for a thick stack of banknotes, which sat comfortably in the palm of my hand.

Fortunately, this time was not as unlucky as Valentin's. There was no chance that Reina and her brother would suddenly break in and rob the bank.

Song Hao is an old fox. He deliberately took a detour back to the door of the store and lowered his cowboy hat.

I don’t want others to know that I have just stepped out of the bank, which is undoubtedly a great risk.

"Are all the goods here?"

"As per your request, all the goods are here. If you need us to help transport, you can add more..."

Unexpectedly, the other party had no intention of negotiating, and directly handed him the price on the list, then picked up the reins and walked away.

Three confused people were left alone in the wind:

"Uncle, you haven't tipped us yet..."

After driving almost one kilometer, Song Hao stood on the carriage and couldn't laugh or cry.

Because he really overestimated the carrying capacity of the Silver Fang, which was so bad that it was extremely poor.

"It seems that the next time I replenish supplies, I must buy a Turkmen horse, or find a way to steal one."

So I said a few words of self-pity, and in this dark primeval forest, a kerosene lamp hung in front of the carriage, gradually disappearing.

Song Hao knew clearly that if he continued driving at this speed, he would not be able to reach Yingzui Peak at least before noon tomorrow.

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The time was longer than expected, which somewhat frightened him.

"I don’t know what the situation is like with Reina and Aaron..."

As a result, just when he was concerned about the safety of his companions, he saw a weak man suddenly emerge from the bushes nearby.

His face was as pale as a layer of lime.

However, he didn't even stagger a few steps before he fell into the mud, trembling slightly.

"What the hell is going on?" Song Hao tightened the reins in time and kept cursing.

Otherwise, the silver fangs will definitely step over him and his life will be at risk.

"Please, kind sir, I haven't eaten for several days."

"Can you please give me some bread?"

This guy was mumbling words, but he didn't seem to have the strength that a homeless man should have.

Besides, if you think about it carefully, what kind of stupid homeless man would block the road in the middle of the night?

At this time, Song Hao, who had already figured out the answer to some extent, took a deep breath and decided to practice his marksmanship.

So he hid the pistol at his waist under his clothes, then turned over and got out of the carriage: "Then don't move around yet, I'll help you right now."

"Thank you, you are really a kind person in the West."

Seeing that the gap between the two was getting closer and closer, the man who was pretending to gasp suddenly took out the dagger from his arms and stabbed Song Hao directly in the chest.

Not only that, the other two accomplices who had been hiding in the dark also rushed out with axes in their hands.

In the chaos, only a child under the age of fourteen was left to control the reins of the carriage.

Obviously, this is to kill people and get goods.

"Haha, you idiot, just accept your death."

Regardless of the mud on his face, the man who had just made a mockery felt his body go numb, and then he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

There seems to be an indescribable sense of powerlessness all over my body.

He slowly looked at his abdomen and saw a hole with a diameter of five centimeters, and even the intestines inside were clearly visible.

"Am I shot?"

As for Song Hao, there was white smoke coming from his waist, and the deafening gunshots scared away the wild beasts in the mountains:
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