At this time, it seems that there is already a big trouble.

The guys in the Hai family's mansion were all busy working around, but when they saw that someone was fighting in the hall, they immediately became interested, and they moved closer to the hall one after another, stood outside the door and watched for a while, and they all dispersed silently.

I guess I went to call someone.

"This idiot, damn, if you let Lao Tzu meet him in Guangdong, you have to bury him." Zhao Qingluan lit a cigarette, looked at Han Fan who was on the phone, and scolded impatiently: "Our Zhao family is not from the north, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, I really don't believe that he can kill me." ”

"If he doesn't kill me, I'll kill him." Zhao Xiaosan's dog temper also seemed to come up, and the smile on his face looked a little hideous: "Damn, our brothers finally got together to play, and let this beast make a fuss, I have to it."

As he spoke, Zhao Xiaosan suddenly paused and looked at me embarrassedly.

"Brother Yuan, I'm sorry, I really couldn't hold back just now."

"It's a fart to say this, it's all beaten, don't talk nonsense with me here, won't I do it too." I scratched my head helplessly: "Who told him to be so sarcastic, we can't even make trouble with this temper." ”

At this time, the master was already in a wheelchair and let the young man named Chen Xunyi push in.

Seeing the chaos in the hall, this old brother also seemed to feel a little headache.

"What's going on?" Master asked me directly.

"This kid has a cheap mouth, let me smoke it." I said, I didn't tell Zhao Qingluan that they did it first.

"Oh, didn't I say it, Xiao Yuan, Old Man Shen has his eightyth birthday, and you are pumping people here, isn't this adding eye medicine to his old man." The master smiled bitterly.

Originally, I thought that the master was going to say a few words to me, but what I didn't expect was that after saying this, he looked at the young people standing in the hall, beckoned to me, and motioned for me to come over.

"Just fight, it's nothing, you let Xiao Zhao and them avoid it first, let's solve it here." Master whispered to me.

I nodded, and then according to my master's instructions, I took Zhao Qingluan and them away.

When he left, Zhao Qingluan was still a little unhappy, probably thinking that I would let them withdraw first, and I would take the blame for them, but in the end, the master came forward to persuade him, and Zhao Qingluan and Zhao Xiaosan left.

"That young man surnamed Han has a lot of background, and we have nothing to do with him tearing his face, just afraid that he will stumble the Zhao family behind his back." The master reminded me in a low voice: "There are some things that have to be guarded against." ”

"His family is from Tianjin Baidao, right?" I asked.

"Well, but the hands are quite long, although they can't clean up the Zhao family, but it's a trouble after all." Master nodded.

After saying this to me, the master tilted his head sideways and said to Chen Xunyi: "You go to the backyard to watch, don't let the matter here pass for the time being, even if it is passed over, don't let Xiaofo and Brother Hai come over, they are both short-tempered, you know." ”

Chen Xunyi hummed, nodded, and left.

Master's words have actually been made very clear.

Not to mention that the little Buddha is afraid that something will happen when the world is not chaotic, with Hai Dongqing's temper, it is absolutely impossible to see someone spreading wild in the Hai family.

At this time, the master pushed the wheelchair himself and slowly walked towards Han Fan and the others.

Seeing that he was a little struggling to push the wheelchair, I walked over to help him push it, and stood behind the master and looked at them with a dead face in the face of Han Fan, looking at them with a dead face, and his expression was not ordinary mockery.

I did it, I soaked the girl, you kind of come to me, don't look for Zhao Qingluan and they can do it.

"Han Gongzi, Li Gongzi, it's really a misunderstanding today." The master said to them with a smile on his face, looking at him without any hostility, as if he was talking to his own brother, and his tone was kind.

"You" Han Fan originally wanted to get angry, but when he saw that the person who was talking to him was the master, the fire seemed to be suffocated again: "Master, this incident was provoked by your people." ”

Before I came, I vaguely heard Kuroko say that it seems that everyone in Tianjin has a consensus.

It doesn't matter who is anxious with a white face, even if he falls out with a short-tempered person like Little Buddha, it's nothing, even if he gets angry again, someone can persuade him.

But if you fall out with your master, it's.

Master has a lot of brains, if you offend him once, you have never thought about stability in your life.

What's more, there is a terrifying little Buddha standing behind him, although this grandson is not an underworld nor a killer, and he still has the title of a businessman outside.

But he has been in Tianjin Weichao for several years, how many people have been planted in his hands?

To put it bluntly, that grandson is an outlaw, he is not even afraid of death, what else is he afraid of?

Of course, there is one thing that I only found out about at the time.

Han Fan is not generally afraid of the master, there is only one reason, it turns out that he has educated the little Buddha, if his father hadn't come forward to save the scene in time, I'm afraid he would have to let the little Buddha throw out of the window on the sixth floor that day.

"Han Gongzi, what is it called provoking, it's just a little contradiction." The master smiled and said, "Why don't we just forget it, do you think it's okay?" ”

"That's it?!" Han Fan's eyes widened, although he was afraid of his master, but at this time, the sharp pain in his body made him angry and a little irrational: "You mean to let me be beaten by their three grandsons for nothing?!" ”

"Why don't I pay you some medical bills?" I asked tentatively.

The person Han Fan hates most now seems to be me, especially when he saw Shen Han holding my arm from beginning to end, that kind of look was not as simple as killing people.

"Do you think Lao Tzu is short of money?!" Han Fan scolded.

"Then you say, what do you want to do?" I asked impatiently.

"I want the lives of those two grandchildren! You're too."

Before he could finish speaking, the master coughed twice and interrupted Han Fan's words.

"He is the grandson-in-law of the Shen family, and he is also my brother, Han Gongzi, give me a face, forget it."

"Son-in-law ???" Han Fan stared at me as if he wanted to eat people, and blood overflowed from the bottom of his eyes.

Seeing that his persuasion did not seem to be successful, but had a sense of adding fuel to the fire, the master couldn't help frowning, looked at Han Fan, and lowered his voice and said.

"Xiao Yuan is a person of three religions and nine ranks."

Hearing this, Han Fan's expression was obviously stiff, but then he returned to normal.

"Sir?" Han Fan looked at me, his eyes still full of threat.

"Yes, sir." The master nodded: "There are nine gentlemen at the helm of the lower ninth stream, Xiao Yuan is one of them, if it really makes trouble, let your father know about it, I'm afraid he will have to whip you." ”

I don't know how these sons heard about the Three Sects and Nine Streams, but it seems that they know quite a bit about the Three Sects and Nine Streams, and when they heard the master say that I was the gentleman at the helm, Han Fan's face suddenly sank.

Suddenly, a fat figure appeared outside the hall.

He held a big fan in his hand, wore a t-shirt, fanned himself with hot sweat, and walked in slowly.

"Fat uncle, why are you here?" I was stunned and asked him.

"Why don't you go back? The people over there are urging you to play cards! The fat uncle smiled innocently, then looked at Han Fan and them, and nodded: "Xiao Han, how is your father doing lately?" ”

"Blessing to Mr. Tonkin, my dad has been doing well lately." When Han Fan saw the fat uncle, he suddenly squeezed out a flattering smile.

"That's okay, being able to prosper in official fortune is more important than anything else." The fat uncle smiled, walked up to me, and patted me on the shoulder: "This is my nephew, he is still too young, his temper is not very good, and some things are easy to misunderstand with you." ”

"It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Han Fan nodded hurriedly, and that kind of flattering reaction was completely different from before.

"If it's a misunderstanding, forget it, call your dad in the evening, I'll have a few drinks with him, and that's it." The fat uncle said with a smile.

When Han Fan heard this, he hesitated, but still nodded and said, okay.

"Let's go, play cards." The fat uncle patted me on the shoulder and smiled.