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After taking the profits from Luther's business, Glenn paid them this month's salary in advance.

The moment they received the money, the three of them couldn't hide the joy on their faces.

Glenn waited for a while, then asked Luther, "How is Cliff's furniture sales going? Has he come in these days?"

Speaking of this, Luther immediately put away the smile on his face and said, "I almost forgot, Mr. Glenn, Cliff... he died..."

Glenn frowned, "What's going on?"

Anger appeared on Luther's face, and he said:

"Originally, everything was fine for a few days after you left. Cliff would come to report to me every day about how good the furniture business was. He said that the furniture you made was very popular with them. Many nobles came to buy it just to get one, so the price was driven up to a sky-high level.

"This seems to have caused dissatisfaction among others, especially the two people who came last time. They wanted to rob the items that had not been sold yet, but Cliff decisively rejected them. Cliff told me about this when we last met. Then I heard the bad news that he died on the way back. I know very well that it must have been done by those guys, because the furniture you made soon arrived at the home of that guy named Hobert and became his merchandise."

After listening to this, Glenn said nothing, but his expression was terribly gloomy.

Luther was still indignant after he finished speaking, and the Carter brothers were no exception. They were also very angry when they knew about this.

Those bullies seemed to take killing for granted.

"We called the police, but with the ability of local police officers like us, we couldn't find any clues. Those guys were too clean." Kakin said dejectedly.

"Are they still living in the same place?" Glenn asked suddenly.

Luther shook his head and said, "I don't know, but the police couldn't find any evidence, so I hired a carriage to go to the town of Cliff. I saw that guy named Hobart chatting and laughing with others in a woodworking shop. They had no guilt after killing someone. I was so angry that I went up to them and said a few words. As a result, they beat me up. If there weren't so many people on the street at that time, I might not have been able to come back."

Glenn stood up and said to the three employees, "Okay, it's time to get off work today. Go back and have a rest. Tomorrow may be very busy."

The three thought Glenn was in a bad mood, so they didn't say anything. They took their things, said goodbye and left.

Glenn stood at the door of the store, looking at the three figures gradually moving away, and then looking at the sky which had already turned completely dark.

I have work to do as soon as I got back... Oh, sorry, Cliff, I'll go and help you get revenge now... Glenn turned around, turned off the lights in the shop, and then closed the door.

The next moment, his figure disappeared in a flash.

Kanchi Road town is 100 km away from Dudh town.

In a large house, Herbert and Chelsea were counting the proceeds of today's business with five big men.

They piled the copper and silver coins on the wooden table, and the metallic luster intoxicated everyone present.

"One thousand two hundred and thirty-four copper coins!? Oh! God! It's much less than the profit from the previous days!"

A big Mediterranean guy complained with a bitter face.

"Okay, all the furniture has been sold out. It's good to make so much money these days. In the past, even Cliff's store couldn't make so much money!"

Chelsea rolled her eyes at the big Mediterranean man.

"Why can't we get more of that kind of furniture? Don't you see how much those nobles like it? They are almost begging us for it!"

Mediterranean said with exaggerated gestures.

"That kid named Glenn has done so much, and Hobert and I have been wanting to make trouble for him for a long time, but damn! Where has that guy been these days? I haven't seen him for a few days."

Chelsea threw up his hands in annoyance.

"Why do you care? Aren't you two carpenters? Can't you make such simple furniture?"

Another man wearing a turban said.

Several other people had the same idea as him. In their eyes, the furniture seemed nothing special and they could use it.

Chelsea and Hobert blushed at the same time.

"That's easy to say! You don't understand how difficult those things are! Do you know what tools are needed to grind wood so smoothly?! Do you know how to make holes in wood as big as a finger?! If we could imitate it, we would have done it long ago! Why would we not do such a profitable thing?!"

"It looks easy to you laymen! There are so many tricks involved! You are just making sarcastic remarks!"

Seeing the two people arguing with red faces and thick necks, the others could only remain silent.

"I should have known not to kill that guy Cliff. If I had controlled him, maybe I could have gotten more."

After a moment, the Mediterranean man suddenly said this.

The others also nodded, thinking it made sense.

Just then, the barking of their dog was heard outside the house, and then the barking turned into fearful whimpering, and then it became quiet.

Several people in the room turned to look outside.

Hobart murmured:

"What's going on? Did the wolves from the mountains break into the town?"

No one else answered. Chelsea, who was closest to the door, stood up and wanted to open the door to go out and check.

But as soon as he stood up, the door opened by itself.

Glenn just walked in like this, with a little dog blood on his body, and did not forget to close the door gently after entering.

Turning around, he said to the stunned crowd: "Good evening, gentlemen. I am here to kill you."

"Who is he?" One of the big guys who was slower to react asked.

"It's you! We didn't look for you, but you came here on your own! And you said such arrogant words! Did you bring someone with you? We still have people! We are in another room, and there are police officers here! Do you want to die with us?!"

Chelsea spoke very quickly and said that he felt that Glenn must have brought a lot of thugs with him to dare to appear here like this.

He actually wants to start a fight with us in the town? This guy is really stupid! ...Chels thought with great contempt.

"Do you have anyone else? Call them over quickly, or you'll suffer a loss later." Glenn was about to take action, but stopped abruptly after hearing Chelsea's words and said very friendly.

"Hobert, go and call everyone you can!" Chelsea said to his teammates who were still sitting on the bench.

Now call enough people first to intimidate the other party, and then have a good talk. It is best not to use violence, otherwise the police in this town will not allow such a large-scale fight no matter how useless they are.