Jiang Xiaohu reported last week's name, and there was a sudden silence in the lobby.

More than a dozen guys who looked like thugs, you look at me, I look at you, and finally stared at Jiang Xiaohu with a brush.

This is too quiet, isn't it?" Jiang Xiaohu thought, he could almost hear his own breathing.

Fortunately, the silence didn't last long before it was broken by a burst of laughter.

The first to laugh was a thin man, who held his stomach and fell to the ground laughing from the circle chair, kicking the floor with both feet.

"Hahaha! It's so funny, is this going to rob the Dharma Field?" said the thin man with a laugh.

A young man with half-long hair next to him also couldn't laugh, and the other was inattentive and choked on saliva. He coughed while pointing at Jiang Xiaohu: "Boy, you say, who are you from Zhou Qing?"

This was a good question, and everyone stopped laughing and continued to stare at Jiang Xiaohu, waiting for his answer.

This answer is very important and determines how they treat Jiang Xiaohu. Do you just lift it up and throw it out? Or do you beat it up and drag it upstairs?

The checkered shirt returned to his seat and sat down, watching coldly. He is also a leader in size, and he can't fall too little. Those miscellaneous charges, leave it to the younger brothers to do.

They laughed, and Jiang Xiaohu laughed too, laughing louder than them.

Seeing that Jiang Xiaohu only smiled and didn't answer, these people were immediately unhappy. The thin man got up from the ground and slapped the table: "Boy, you are laughing at the fart, don't answer quickly!"

Jiang Xiaohu grinned, touched the back of his head and said, "I'll answer your uncle! You ask me questions, I still have to ask you questions! Do you know what your grandfather's name is?"

The thin man was stunned: "Nonsense, of course I know my grandfather's name, his name is xxx~"

"Wrong!" Jiang Xiaohu said seriously, "Your grandfather is not called xxx, he is called Jiang Xiaohu, you remember!"

The thin man was stunned again, and it wasn't until the audience burst into laughter that he realized that he had been taken advantage of by Jiang Xiaohu.

"What the~" The thin man jumped up and pounced on Jiang Xiaohu like a baboon.

Knock knock, footsteps came from the stairs, and a red-haired guy met Jiang Xiaohu's eyes. He was distracted by this: "Hey, isn't this the thief? So he's here!"

Hongmao went downstairs to see the situation, and he hadn't noticed Jiang Xiaohu yet, so Jiang Xiaohu greeted him first.

He took a step forward, just dodging the pounced thin man. Plopped, the thin man slammed into the table leg, and his head hit a big bag.

He covered his head and screamed, "Oops, is your head broken!"

Seeing this, Hua Gezi couldn't help but roll her eyes: "It's useless, it's good that your head falls off!"

He stood up, ready to clean up the intruder with no one in sight.

But Jiang Xiaohu went straight to the red hair, and said with a smile as he walked: "Brother red hair, it turns out that you are also here, let me ask you, is my apprentice Zhou Qing here?"

When Hongmao heard this familiar voice, he couldn't help but look at it curiously, and after seeing Jiang Xiaohu, he was immediately terrified.

Mom, isn't this the guy who beat him up? He still hurts everywhere.

He pointed at Jiang Xiaohu and trembled: "Second brother, it's him, it's him!"

Hongmao shouted and retreated upstairs, but his legs were weak, and there was no other eye behind him except ***, one was not paying attention, stepped on the air, and rolled down the stairs with a bang.

This time it's good, his second brother hasn't made a move yet, he himself rolled to Jiang Xiaohu's feet first.

Jiang Xiaohu smiled and raised his foot to step on his face: "Do you remember me?

The sole of his shoe pressed against the man's cheek, and the man was speechless, so he pointed his finger upstairs.

Jiang Xiaohu didn't care that a group of people behind him were going to pounce on him, and walked upstairs with a bang. Hua Gezi pounced on his waist first, and he seemed to wave his hand casually, slamming his elbow on Hua Gezi's left eye.

The two younger brothers, one left and one right, went to pull his arm, but who would have thought that the arm was pulled, but Jiang Xiaohu seemed to be infinitely powerful. I saw him wave his arms casually, and the two of them lifted him up and lifted his feet off the ground. With another swing, the two men slammed straight into the wall.

One or twenty people, before Jiang Xiaohu could go upstairs, he was scattered. On the stairs, on the floor, there were people lying everywhere. One by one, they screamed, their noses were blue and their faces were swollen.

He just went upstairs with a bang, smiling and glancing at the second floor.

The second floor is a smaller lobby, with seven or eight tables of eight immortals, antique, and tea trays and tea sets on each table.

Under the north wall, on a classical long collapse, a bald man with a beard and beard half-leaning and half-sitting. He was wearing a satin undershirt and holding two stainless steel balls in his hands. Turn, turn, rattle.

There were several men standing next to Chang Qiu, who also looked like thugs. Zhou Qing was kneeling on the ground, his hands were tied with backlash, he was trembling all over, and he was afraid to death. When he heard the movement, he was shocked and frightened, and looked towards the staircase.

The bearded man squinted, and looked at Jiang Xiaohu with a sneer: "Brother, did you go to the wrong door?"

Jiang Xiaohu smiled hesitantly, took the last step, and came to the hall on the second floor. Behind him, the red-haired, the plaid and others had also gotten up, and they followed up.

"Boss!"

"Brother Bon!"

They shouted, looking embarrassed. It was like avoiding Jiang Xiaohu like a plague god, and ran around to the bearded man.

The bearded man was so angry in his heart that he raised his foot, slammed his feet twice, and kicked the one closest to him over.

"It's a bit of a shame!" he scolded, "come, show this little brother a seat!"

Someone immediately moved a chair for Jiang Xiaohu, but the chair was buckled upside down on the ground with the chair legs facing up.

With another wave of his beard, two men immediately ran to the top of the stairs and guarded the entrance. Jiang Xiaohu noticed that both of them had daggers pinned to their waists.

He rubbed his nose and figured out each other's 'combat effectiveness', he thought, I'm not afraid, but what if I accidentally hurt Zhou Qing? Besides, I'm here to solve problems, not to fight.

Thinking of Zhou Yan, who was still crying at home, and the rotten vegetable leaves in the yard, and then looking at the current situation, Jiang Xiaohu had to take one step at a time, and get people out first.

"Sit, you're welcome!" the bearded man smiled and gave up his seat.

Jiang Xiaohu glanced at the leg of the chair leaning towards the sky, and stepped forward to sit down with a smile. The leg of the chair was not the size of a child's fist, and it was unsteady and uncomfortable to sit on. But he insisted on the feeling of sitting on the luxurious leather sofa, which surprised the bearded man.

This was originally a means for him to punish people, how many people were afraid of this trick 'Brother Bang give up his seat', but he didn't expect to meet a stinky boy who could juggle.