Yan Biao only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he didn't even have time to blink his eyelids, and he was hit by the person who flew over.

That person's head happened to hit Yan Biao's mouth, and his front teeth were almost knocked off, it hurt!

The family members who followed him were frightened, and hurried to help him and pulled him up with all their hands and feet.

Yan Biao's head was dizzy, he grew so big, it was the first time he had suffered such a loss, he didn't care about the pain, and scolded when he got up and stood still.

"Who? Who is it? Lao Tzu ......"

His hands were excitedly pointing forward, his face was distorted with anger, his lips were cracked, and beads of blood were coming out, making his mouth look red and bright as rouge, and his eyes were round and emotional.

But the bad words in his mouth were blocked before he could be scolded.

Not only did he not scold, but he even took half a step back unconsciously in his footsteps.

He has been to Chunfeng Tower many times, and he knows very well what the pattern inside is.

The ground floor is a large scattered shop, very large, set up more than 30 square tables, enough to accommodate nearly 100 people to sit around to eat, in each corner, there is a geisha channeling position, two circle chairs, there are always babbling women sitting there singing, the diners are happy to listen, they will use ten dollars to call her over, sit on the edge of the table and sing slowly. Xiao Er shuttled between the tables and chairs, with a loud and distinctive voice, singing loudly to welcome guests, all kinds of aromas wafted under the beams, even if standing on the street outside the door, you can smell it.

However, at this moment, the Chunfeng Building is like a battlefield, the black lacquered square table seems to be arched by a group of wild boars, broken and scattered, broken chair legs everywhere, the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall are torn apart, the porcelain pieces of rotten bowls and broken dishes are all over the ground, and the residual soup and meals can be seen everywhere, even the thick black lacquer columns standing in the middle of the store are dotted with colorful vegetable leaves, and the grand high-end restaurant in the past has become a ruin after being smashed.

What was even more shocking and angry was that there were more than a dozen people lying on the ground, wearing the clothes of their own families, sleeping like dead pigs, unable to move.

Take a closer look, the person who hit him was the second butler sent over to charter the venue, a strong man.

Looking at the way he was lying on the ground and rolling his eyes, I am afraid that I would not be able to answer him if I asked, who are the men who are now standing inside clapping their hands as if they were patting dust.

Yan Biao's eyes narrowed, the initial surprise passed, and his temper began to rise.

The men standing inside were dressed in ordinary cloth clothes, and except for one of them, who was standing at the back of the staircase wearing a green official uniform, none of them looked like they were from large families.

However, everyone is very energetic, and the fist and foot kung fu is probably not bad.

It's easy to see that all the people on the ground are all old oily gangsters in Lin'an City, and the black hands are stronger than one after the other, and now they are sleeping all over the ground, but none of the other party has fallen, isn't it clear?

Yan Biao trembled slightly, but when he thought of the twenty or so people standing behind him, he became bold again.

"Who are you?" He frowned, he was originally a good-looking person, tall and strong, with the shadow of her sister Yan Guifei faintly between his eyebrows, which can be regarded as sword eyebrows and starry eyes, standing up straight with the appearance of a young hero, relying on this skin bag has also won the favor of many courtiers in the court who are interested in befriending the Yan family, and at this moment, the majestic question has a bit of momentum: "Why are you making trouble and beating people here?" ”

The eldest grandson Hongzheng used a piece of clothing torn off the body of a strong man to wipe a little trace of vegetable soup stained on his body during the fight, after all, it was an official uniform, and it was difficult to wash if it was dirty.

Hearing Yan Biao's question, he raised his head and made eye contact with Yan Biao, who was eyeing him fiercely.

After roughly identifying the identity of the other party and seeing clearly that it was not an official errand, Changsun Hong relaxed.

Then Changsun Hong smiled.

"My name is ***." His tone was sonorous and forceful, and there was no doubt: "We didn't fight these people. ”

Yan Biao was annoyed, and when he heard this, his jaw was about to drop.

What do you mean that there are no three hundred taels of silver here? This is three hundred taels of silver here!

I thought it was shameless for me to bully men and women, but this petty official lied and didn't even blink his eyelids.

"Don't let any of them go!" Yan Biao's eyes changed, from anger to rage, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What the are you waiting for?!" ”

The family members behind him shouted and swarmed up.

The generals of Xichuan in the Chunfeng Building, a little back, gathered in one place, this is the way to deal with the small number of people to the large number of people, people get together, form a fist, no matter how many people you are not afraid of.

But in the eyes of the gangsters, this is a concession.

The first rule of street fighting, momentum is very important, the arrogant is often the winner, and the one who retreats as soon as he gets started is bound to be the loser.

The hearts of the family members were filled with righteous indignation, and the scene of their comrades being beaten made them feel the same hatred, these guys who jumped out of nowhere actually beat the people of Yan Mansion on the ground in Lin'an, isn't this a slap in the face of everyone? The officials of the Lin'an government didn't dare to do this to the Yan Mansion family.

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

"Hit!"

"Kill them!"

The mouth shouted frantically, and the family rushed up like a tide.

Yan Biao stood behind, sneering, and his heart was very angry.

Make a restaurant like this? How can I explain to Dong Songchen later? Let this insider sit in the garbage heap and eat? Damn, it looks like I'm going to change restaurants.

This kind of restaurant has to be set in advance, and it is very troublesome to charter people to catch up, the more Yan Biao thinks about it, the more angry he becomes, these grandsons, if they don't kill a few, it is really difficult to eliminate the hatred in their hearts today!

I bit my teeth and touched the wound on the skin of my mouth, and the anger was even greater!

With a gloomy face, he looked at the mess of people in front of him, turned his head and said to the two most capable family members guarding beside him: "You two also go up, take out the guys, and let the blood go!" ”

The two family members understood, agreed, took out the short knife from their arms, and rushed forward with a cold look in their eyes.

Yan Biao is not afraid of dead people, he has been in the capital for so long, and he has not killed anyone, if he doesn't care, when the matter is over, he will turn around and leave, and then send someone to deal with the bitter master, and the government will say hello to him, and he can generally suppress it.

If the other party is really hard backstage, it's a big deal to set up a table and ask for it, let's talk about it, and losing some money is the bottom line.

So Yan Biao is very confident.

He didn't take the other party seriously as an official at all, the grade of the green official uniform, the position below the fifth grade, he was killed if he was killed, he was killed in a street fight, he found a few witnesses to say that the other party made the first move, and he didn't dare to really verify it when he mentioned the prison, and he turned a big thing into a small thing, and forced a family member to go out to resist the crime, who would dare to arrest Yan Guifei's younger brother?

He lowered his head and saw the second butler who was still in a coma and had just hit his head, and he was angry with him and kicked him a few times.

"Something that doesn't work! Can't even do a little thing? What is the use of me raising you? He cursed and kicked twice: "When I finish cooking these few pieces, I'll clean up your useless beast when I go back!" ”

The fire in his heart went away a little from his feet, Yan Biao touched his lips, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, wiped away the blood, he couldn't be embarrassed in front of Dong Songchen.

Packed up, he put the veil back in his arms and looked up.

Then he saw the bloody face of Changsun Hong, and he appeared three steps away from him.

Behind this man in a green official uniform, the family members who were still excited just now all turned into dead dogs, falling to the ground softly, or unconscious, or moaning, or unable to move, and even the two powerful family members who drew knives were lying on the ground not far away, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

And the strangers, many of them still standing, though some of them have wounds.

Yan Biao's legs softened all of a sudden.

The little white face of the logo suddenly turned whiter with fright.

"Look, I said it, those people weren't beaten by us, why don't you believe it?" Changsun Hong said with a smile, taking a step closer, just like when he called himself *** just now: "What now?" You misunderstood me, and you want to pay compensation. ”

(End of chapter)