Looking from afar from the bottom of the valley, Strawberry Town lives up to its name, just like a brightly colored strawberry curled up in the embrace of nature.

It seems that the recent incident of a female bank prisoner escaping from prison did not have much impact on the peaceful life here.

"It's nothing more than burning down a warehouse containing lumber, and the loss is barely acceptable."

As we walked into the town on horseback, the residents on the streets had already begun to get busy, as if they were preparing for some grand carnival.

They decorated the threshold with colorful flowers, which looked very beautiful.

"Boss, we came in so blatantly, are you sure you're okay?"

"Don't worry, we won't pass by the police station, and no one has seen you."

Song Hao asked Aaron to try not to be nervous so as not to arouse the suspicion of people around him, and he should keep his mouth shut and speak less.

At this moment, the image of the policeman on duty at the police station that night emerged in my mind. Although his eyes were burned by black powder, he might still remember the voice clearly.

So absolutely no flaws should be exposed.

John coughed a few times, and the smell here was a bit unpleasant: "Are there any Turkmen war horses here?"

"Turkmen?"

The boss, who was busy adding food and fodder to the stable, stood up with a cigarette in his mouth:

"There was still one in the morning, but you came a step too late. It has already been sold."

"It's not early, it was just over ten minutes ago."

After all, that’s the time to smoke a cigarette.

The three grown men couldn't help but be a little confused. They didn't want to believe that their luck was so bad, and it happened only when their front feet landed.

"If you are patient, a Turkmen horse will be available in half a month. I can make an appointment for you in advance."

The boss obviously doesn’t want to let go of the business that comes to his door.

But John didn't have such patience: "We don't have that much time, damn, if I had known better, I would have ridden faster."

In a daze, Song Hao couldn't help but look at the Turkmen war horse in the stable.

Its entire hair is the bright red color of flames, which is very gorgeous, and its powerful breathing sound is also very comfortable.

Moreover, the muscles of its limbs are extremely strong. If compared with the silver fangs outside, the little girl looks more or less like a donkey.

There is no way, the two are not creatures of the same level at all.

He pretended to be tentative and asked: "I wonder if this Turkmen is still here?"

The boss shook off the ashes: "Sir, I don't know, but the buyer of this Turkmen horse just went out for a drink, so he asked me to take care of him here first."

"Of course, I know you want this beautiful boy very much, but as a businessman, what I pursue is a fair transaction."

Having been in the west for many years, Song Hao naturally understands the principle of first-come-first-served, and he can never forcefully take action after everyone else has paid.

That is no different from a robber!

Wait...I think I'm a robber, right?

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a second. The boss found the three people standing in the stable unwilling to leave, and his mood gradually became irritable.

"Gentlemen, this is not a hotel, and I don't have any fine wine to receive you."

The words are harsh, which can be regarded as an order to expel guests.

Fortunately, Aaron, who has followed Song Hao for the longest time, can see his thoughts almost at a glance:

Obviously he still doesn’t want to give up and insists on buying this Turkmen...

After some thinking, he simply stood up and said: "Why not, let's stay here first."

"When the buyer comes back later, if we can negotiate a sale, we will pay a higher price to buy it from him."

After all, now that I have money in my pocket, I feel more confident in speaking.

The boss looked impatient and stamped out his cigarette: "It's up to you, but please don't rummage through the things in my stable."

Everyone looked at each other because they really couldn't think of anything valuable in this smelly stable except the Turkmen horse.

"Are you afraid that we will steal your things?"

"I'm sorry, I don't want this damn place even if it's given to me..."

After about half an hour of chatting, a swaying drunk man finally strolled over from Strawberry Town.

However, the moment he stepped into the stable, Song Hao found that his whole body was filled with a very pungent smell.

Damn it, I don’t know how long it’s been since I took a shower!

Aaron also hurriedly pinched his nose. The smell of sweat was mixed with the smell of alcohol. I am afraid God is not willing to receive believers like him.

"When people come, whether you can make things right or not depends on your own abilities."

Obviously, the stable owner was watching the show with a sense of gloating.

He didn't think that the three big men in front of him could convince a drunken man.

Besides, I spent a lot of time talking about the price just now, but in the end I didn't get any advantage.

Pure iron cock.

After swallowing, he didn't want to get close to this dirty guy, so Aaron said bravely:

"Excuse me, sir, can you discuss selling the Turkmen war horse you just bought to us?"

He did not forget to add: "We will give you a satisfactory price."

"Get out!"

With one simple word, he swallowed back a series of polite words that Aaron had been holding in his stomach.

John naturally disliked the other party's tone of voice: "Sir, since my friend is very polite, please be polite too."

Rolling up his sleeves, he wanted to rush forward to have a pleasant, harmonious and friendly exchange.

"Are you threatening me?"

However, this drunkard was not afraid at all. He was wearing an animal skin similar to that of a hunter, and his hair was so thick that his face could not be seen clearly.

I saw him showing the dagger on his waist: "If you don't want to be permanently disabled, I advise you to get out."

He was so fucking arrogant, let alone John with such a bad temper, even Aaron could hardly suppress his anger.

Both of them hovered their palms on their holsters, ready to fire at any time.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Song Hao suddenly stood up to ease the atmosphere: "Forget it, let's see if there are any Turkmen products for sale in other towns..."

After all, he didn't want to cause trouble at this juncture, so Song Hao had no choice but to bear the pain and decided to take a step back to open up the sky.

Seeing the gang boss speaking, John could only give up and turned around with a stern look.

It seems to be saying: "Asshole, I can definitely kill you!"

Seeing these three people running away in despair, the boss who was still cleaning the iron rake not far away couldn't help being amused.

This is a rare spice in a boring life.

However, I don’t know what the problem was with that guy.

He glanced slightly and inadvertently saw the white ivory gun handle on Song Hao's waist.

"Wait a minute, actually I think it's not non-negotiable."

"Ah?"

Stopping suddenly, the three big men from the Wildfire Gang turned around at the same time, wondering what kind of joke this guy was kidding.

Then the drunkard raised the empty wine bottle: "That guy in the middle, let's play a game. As long as you beat me, this Turkmen will be given to you directly."

"Are you sure you're not drunk?"

Aaron and John were both shocked and speechless. After all, this guy could turn over his face much faster than turning over a book.

It's probably a trap.

After pondering for a moment, Song Hao, who was very vigilant, did not rush to agree, but asked: "Since it is a gambling game, there must be chips. What if I lose?"

A ray of light flashed in the drunk man's eyes:
Chapter completed!