Fifteen minutes later, the Audi car came to a club.

At the entrance of the club, a man in a security uniform is standing guard.

Peng Hui said: "I have been to this club once, it is not open to the public, you wait a minute, I will make a call." ”

Peng Hui took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Just two minutes later, a man in a suit trotted out of the club.

Peng Hui got out of the car.

When he was about to open the door for Ye Xinghe, Ye Xinghe had already come down.

"Peng Hui, this is Kyoto, your territory, you are too polite." Ye Xinghe said lightly.

"Viewer, you are too polite, although I, Peng Hui, have a little bit of power in Kyoto, but in the eyes of the Lord, I am a frog at the bottom of the well." Peng Hui said seriously and in awe.

Zhou Ming listened to the corners of his mouth twitching, I grass, Peng Hui This is called a little bit of power? This is too low-key, even those feudal officials in the provincial capital are polite to Peng Hui, after all, Peng Hui is in the Internal Affairs Office, and he is meeting the bigwigs of the Great Xia Kingdom, who can talk to the bigwigs, who dares not to give Peng Hui face?

Peng Hui was also polite to Ye Xinghe, and Zhou Ming was also more and more shocked in his heart, how rebellious is his brother-in-law?

As for the manager who ran out of the club, his eyes fell, and the dignified young master Peng actually drove as a driver himself, this Nima, I'm afraid that someone will think I'm crazy when I say it.

The people who can make Peng Hui a driver are only those people in Kyoto, right? Even if not, it is the descendants of those families, otherwise, with Peng Hui's strength and status, it is impossible to be a driver.

"Mr. Peng."

The manager trotted over and flattered himself: "I really didn't expect you to come in person." ”

"There's something to take care of." Peng Hui said, "Introduction, this is Zhou Ming, this is..."

"Just call me Ye Xinghe." Ye Xinghe took the initiative to say, "We came from Su Province to do business. ”

Brother Gongzi of Sioux Province?

The manager was stunned, this can't be, right? Two sons from Su Province went to Kyoto to do errands and let Peng Hui be the driver? It can't be, it's absolutely impossible.

However, looking at the appearance of the two is not a joke.

"Please come in, please come in." Although the manager was shocked, he still said with a smile on his face.

"Someone in there, right?"

Peng Hui, Ye Xinghe, and Zhou Ming followed behind the manager.

"In, in." The manager said, "I'm fighting crickets with everyone." ”

Zhou Ming asked; "Fighting crickets?"

The manager knew that the other party was from the provincial capital, and explained: "Yes, Zhou Gongzi, we have a tradition of crickets in Kyoto, and we also pass the time. ”

Zhou Ming smiled: "The children of Kyoto just know how to play." ”

Peng Hui smiled: "Zhou Ming, this is not so simple as playing, fighting crickets is much more interesting than those who play poker." ”

Ye Xinghe raised his eyebrows: "You also play?" ”

Peng Hui said: "Me? I don't have so much money, they play for 10 million at a time, my well-off family, even if there is, if I really dare to play, my old man will shoot me directly. ”

The Peng family is not very rich, but they are not rare, because if they want money, someone will automatically send it to the door.

Zhou Ming understood now, this is not a gamble, but with a bottom bet of 10 million, Brother Gongzi of Kyoto is really rich.

After the manager quickly led the three of them through a long corridor, Ye Xinghe saw that in a large pavilion not far away, there were several sons and daughters around a round table, all of them with excited faces shouting to bite to death, bite to death words, and there were a few beauties in cheongsams next to them who were holding fans and constantly helping a few sons fan the wind, so uncomfortable.

"People from the Flame Sect, so it should be that this person injured Xu Mei." Ye Xinghe then glanced at a middle-aged man in black about twenty meters away, and the middle-aged man also saw Ye Xinghe and the others, but he didn't care about it, thinking that it was Kyoto's son-in-law, and it was the club manager who led him in.

Moreover, this middle-aged man could not sense any martial arts true qi from Zhou Ming and Ye Xinghe, so he relaxed his vigilance.

Those boys looked very attentive, and when Ye Xinghe and the other three walked to the pavilion, they didn't let the onlookers pay attention.

"Who's Xiao An?"

Ye Xinghe's voice sounded.

Zhou Ming glanced at it, there were two crickets fighting fiercely in the pottery jar, and after looking at it for a few seconds, it was boring, and it was far from fighting dogs.

"I'm Xiao An, who are you?" Xiao An glanced at Ye Xinghe, his eyebrows were extremely arrogant, as for Peng Hui beside him, he felt familiar, but where he had seen it, he forgot it.

"Ye Xinghe." Ye Xinghe smiled slightly.

"Who is this man?"

"I've never heard the name."

"Listen to the accent, not from Kyoto."

Several sons and brothers around Xiao An also subconsciously looked at Ye Xinghe, and after hearing that Ye Xinghe was not a local accent, they instantly ignored Ye Xinghe, it was not a local son, it was a ball.