It must be known that in Jinhai City, the Hongfu family is all sent to top celebrities, and he is also a figure on the stage.

Seeking to squander his father's family assets on weekdays, and wearing the tiger skin of the Hong family, he has always been unscrupulous and easily not wronged.

What's more, Miss Mingyue is still watching from behind!

"Huzi, teach him a lesson."

Qiu Da stretched out his hand and commanded.

The master opened his mouth, and the tower-like man suddenly forced up.

This tiger is practicing the simple white kung fu of the rivers and lakes, and the cultivation is only to the inner vision of the Great Zhou Tian.

But with his natural physical strength, he can also hold on to ordinary pulse-facing martial artists.

"Boy, remember, the person who beat you is called Liang Hu!"

Huzi stared at the "thin" Hong Fan, and pulled his arm away, which was a slap in the face.

But the slap was blocked.

The onlookers looked intently and saw that the giant's right wrist was being held by a young man who was two circles smaller—the latter looked as if he had caught a chicken in his own chicken pen.

"You ......"

The muscles on Liang Hu's iron-cast arms were bundled, and beads of sweat flowed down his forehead, so painful that he couldn't even speak.

"I remember, the person who was beaten was called Liang Hu."

Hong Fan clenched his fist in his right hand, his whole body was like a long bow, and the beauty of his strength flashed in an instant, and his fist penetrated into Liang Hu's lower abdomen like a torrent.

Looking at the muscle lines that appeared faintly under the young man's punch and rolled up the white cloth shirt, the old bustard and Mingyue seemed to have returned to their green days, and their faces were half red unconsciously.

[Such a character and appearance is to post a hundred big bucks upside down, and I am also willing. 】

At the Shy Flower Pavilion, several girls thought at the same time.

On the other hand, Liang Hu suffered an unprecedented weight in his life.

Under the blow, he fell to his knees like a puppet with a broken string, and then slumped to the ground, silently curled up like a baby.

Everyone looked at it, and there was only a blank look left on the broad face full of horizontal meat, as if it had returned to the purity of the newborn time, and there was no trace of ferocity.

Asking for a big wine suddenly woke up halfway.

"My father is a ...... of the Hong family"

He said in a trembling voice, his whole body shaking like chaff.

"I know this, you don't need to say it - your father is a slave of the Hong family."

Hong Fan interrupted.

"I said a long time ago, I came to you to ask you to pass on a word to Qiude, but I wanted to make trouble."

He stepped over Liang Hu and leaned into Qiu Da's ear and said.

"Let your father pay back the one hundred and twenty taels of silver he owes me as soon as possible, and he will know who I am."

Asking for a big word is nodding again and again, where do you dare to ask more.

Seeing this, Hong Fan patted him on the shoulder, took back his hat and left in style amid the disappointed eyes of the girls.

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The seventh day of May was surprisingly calm.

Hong Fan practiced in the small courtyard for a day, neither waiting for one hundred and twenty taels of silver, nor waiting for someone to come to the door to ask the teacher.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and it is the morning of the eighth day of the new year.

Hong Fan finished his morning class in the shade of the locust tree and put on the hat hanging on the side.

"So ask the housekeeper, do you have a long reflex arc, or did you misjudge?"

"Think I wouldn't dare to do anything to your sons?"

He muttered a few words to himself, said hello to Aunt Liu, and walked out of the yard.

Half an hour later, Tianjing Hutong in the south of the city.

Hong Fan took off his hat and crossed the threshold, and his head was hit in the face by a burst of excitement.

"The next thing to open the pot (start the race) is Qiu Erlang's general Colorful Purple, and Lu Qilang's Lux Bronze Tower!"

A thin old man whistled in a stone-like voice.

In the patio, a long wooden table was surrounded by many people.

Hong Fan squeezed in with his strength, and only then did he see the general and the wrestler.

But it is two big crickets, one purple and one green.

"The winner of this game is 2,000 dollars, and if you want to make a fortune by the way, please bet on the side!"

The old man glanced at the faces squeezed in, and didn't care, just followed the process.

With the referee's "teeth" order, the crickets were guided by the probe stick to bite each other.

As soon as the wooden box was opened, the patio tensed in an instant.

In the tea kung fu, the onlookers either frowned and clenched their fists, or raised their arms to cheer, completely forgetful.

As for the bet, or Qiu Er and Lu Qi, who were already in the game, it was even more bruised and gritted teeth.

It wasn't until the old man's last cry "Shrug the bronze basin (dead), colorful purple eats", that the tense atmosphere dissipated in the roaring applause, and the old and young people at the table came back to their souls.

Qiu Erlang carefully brought back the cricket, and took two thousand dollars from Lu Qi, the momentum became more and more high, only to feel that today's luck was great, and he wanted to fight in the gambling house again.

But as soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he was taken by a slender and powerful arm by the shoulders and carried to the side.

"You're a good worm, it's worth a lot of silver, isn't it?"

Qiu Er frowned and turned his head, and saw a young man with a hat on his back.

He was a little younger than himself, and his face was too handsome to speak.

Qiu Er was stunned for a moment, and then his face immediately turned pale.

"It's okay, it's okay. Are you, Hong Fan Gongzi? ”

He asked in a low voice, smiling.

"It seems that your eldest brother has spoken for me."

Hong Fan nodded and glanced at the middle-aged companion who was following Qiu Er.

This person is a constant follower who seeks virtue for his second son, and he also has a little kung fu in his hands.

But thinking of Liang Hu who was carried back yesterday, where did this guy dare to move?

"There are a lot of people, let's go to the alley next door and talk."

Hong Fan said, with the force in his hand, he brought Qiu Er into a broken alley in the corner of the alley without saying anything.

Although it was noon at this time, this high-walled and deep alley was very dark, as if isolated from the world.

"Ask for two, let's not talk darkly, I'm looking for you to collect debts."

Hong Fan leaned against the wall, blocking the entrance of the alley.

"You know what your dad owes me, right?"

He asked, clasping his arms in his hands, turning his head sideways.

Qiu Er instinctively shook his head.

He said in his heart that my father has always only made money, where will he owe money?

But seeing that the jade face frowned, he had to nod again.

"Alas, you see my countenance, and you know that I am a peaceful person who is afraid of things."

Hong Fan sighed and looked sad.

"But your father is the big housekeeper in the house, and if he doesn't pay me back, I really can't do anything."

"That's why I'm forced to come to you."

"You understand, don't you?"

Qiu Er carried the cricket cage, and said in his heart that I understand a fart, but he still nodded his head again and again.

"By the way, what happened to Liang Hu yesterday's injury?"

Hong Fan said with concern.

"Huzi, he has received your advice, and he can't get out of bed this morning."

Asking for the second time, I couldn't help but shudder.

He didn't know before last night that Liang Hu could still have such a harmless side to humans and animals.

"Advice? The words are very particular, and you have gone to the same school as your third brother? ”

Hong Fan said with a smile.

"I went to a private school for a few days, but my talent was dull and I didn't learn anything famous."

Qiu Er smiled at the expense.

"Okay, that's all for the greetings, I'm looking for you today, and I also want to ask you to send a message to your father."

Hong Fan said.

"It must have arrived, you say!"

Ask for two to please and laugh.

"Needless to say, I can only mean what I say, but not words."

Hong Fan grinned and bounced up from the brick wall.

Qiu Er's smile barely rose.

He is a clever man, and he knows that he doesn't have to move his mouth, so he must have to do it.

PS: Recently, my digestion has been very bad, and I always have insufficient stomach motility and flatulence, is there any way?