Hearing that there was a conflict between the two groups of guests, the madam hurriedly brought a few turtle slaves to mediate. She did not explain the fact that she had deceived Zheng Sen. She only tried to persuade him with a smile, and promised to give Mr. Zheng a 30% discount and a jar of good wine.
Give me some face and stop making trouble.
Although Zheng Sen has a strong figure, he speaks soft Fujian Mandarin. The men in the room all laughed mockingly. Who is Zheng Sen? He is the son of a dignified Taiwanese king. He just pretends to be small in front of Liu Ziguang. How can he tolerate this?
After being ridiculed by these scoundrels, his expression immediately changed and he said coldly: "Young Master has plenty of money. He doesn't care about discounted wine. I just want Chen Yuanyuan."
The madam is not a good person either. She knows Zheng Sen's identity. He is a strong dragon who can't overpower local snakes. What's more, he is the son of a powerful man from afar who came to seek peace. The two people who came with him don't look like very noble people.
, the old bustard thought he could spot people very accurately. Wu Sangui wore a martial arts scarf on his head, a sword hanging from his waist, and spoke Gaoyou dialect. He looked like a martial arts scholar. Although Liu Ziguang was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an extraordinary bearing, he was still young and could be ranked high in the capital.
There are only a few young talents with the same title, and this one is obviously not among them. They want to compete with the young master in the private room. They are really overestimating their abilities. Seeing Zheng Sen angry and Wu Sangui demented, the old madam will not dissuade him.
He left a few words to let them solve the problem on their own, and escaped with a few turtle slaves who were gloating about their misfortune.
The horse-faced young man didn't even look at the three people who came in. He still smiled lewdly and moved his hands up and down Chen Yuanyuan's body. Chen Yuanyuan's face turned red and her eyebrows stood upright. She tried her best to resist but couldn't escape. Seeing a pair of Lushan claws, she could not escape.
Wanting to catch Chen Yuanyuan's twin peaks, the frightened girl let out a sharp scream. Upon hearing the scream, the obsessed Wu Sangui suddenly woke up and yelled: "Let her go!"
When the Madam came in to mediate just now, these good guys didn't take action immediately to save the Madam's face. Now they all gathered around, eager to beat someone. They saw that Liu Ziguang and the other three were very unfamiliar, and they didn't look like gangsters on the streets of Beijing.
The friend did not follow the rules of the arena and reported his number, but went up and surrounded the three of them.
The men were all covered in tattoos and had fierce eyes. They were carrying empty jars of wine and were about to smash them on their heads. Before they could lift them up, they were knocked down by a 360-degree volley kick from Zheng Sen.
Before they could get up, the sword on Wu Sangui's waist had already been unsheathed, and the gleaming tip of the sword was pointed directly at the horse-faced young man's throat: "Let her go!"
The young man was a little surprised. He had been walking around the capital for a while, and no one had dared to point a sword at him so boldly, let alone three guys with no names at all. He smiled contemptuously: "What? You want to play?
Hard? Just now, there was a boy who was as blind as you and wanted to play hero and save the beauty. Do you know how he is doing now? Hum, he was beaten until he couldn’t even recognize his mother!"
Wu Sangui was born into a general family, and he was also a general who led thousands of people in Shandong. How could he allow someone to talk to him with such contempt? The sword was then handed forward half an inch, and it had already touched the throat skin of the horse-faced young man.
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"I say it one last time, let her go!" Wu Sangui said coldly.
Over there, Zheng Sen and Liu Ziguang had knocked down more than a dozen thugs. Seeing the miserable state of their men, the horse-faced young man couldn't help but get angry. Instead of grabbing Chen Yuanyuan's hand, he didn't let go. Instead, he became even more wanton and touched it directly underneath.
, and said in his mouth: "I won't let you go. Not to mention she is a bitch. Even your wife, I will touch her, so I don't believe you dare to stick it in."
Chen Yuanyuan resisted hurriedly, looking at Wu Sangui with a pair of tearful eyes. Seeing the pitiful appearance of the beauty, Wu Sangui bit down, then pushed the sword forward, piercing the skin of the throat, and a few drops of blood rolled down the blade.
"Don't force me to kill someone!" Wu Sangui stared at his blood-red eyes and said word by word.
Only then did the horse-faced young man feel the murderous intent of the other party. He pushed Chen Yuanyuan away from his arms, tore open his clothes and looked at Wu Sangui.
"Strike here! If you dare, kill me, otherwise I guarantee that the three of you will not be able to see the sun tomorrow."
The standard method of the capital's underworld, as long as you can't kill him, don't provoke him, otherwise he will have to kill you. Relying on this life-threatening method, the horse-faced young man is also a well-known figure in the capital area.
It's just that Liu Ziguang and others are ignorant and don't know.
There are three types of underworld in the capital. One is violent gangs like Sun Gang in the early days, which make a living by collecting protection fees and issuing loan sharks. This type is also the lowest level, and the other is the wealthy gangs like Ma Liuye.
Businessmen with gangland backgrounds have certain financial strength and meager government support. The last type is dandy boys like horse-faced youths. They have no worries about money and have the fame accumulated by their ancestors, so they have many thugs to help them.
, the government also turns a blind eye to them, so this kind of people are the most crazy.
The ancestors of the horse-faced young man also had high-ranking officials. Although his fathers no longer work in the business world, the disciples of his ancestors are all over the world. It is not a problem to kill a few ignorant foreign military students. There are many such foreign youths.
Okay, even though he looks bold, he actually doesn't dare to kill people. This horse-faced young man is still very confident about this.
But this time he was wrong. Although Wu Sangui was young, he had been leading troops in battles for many years. He had killed as many as eighty Tatar soldiers at his hands, if not a hundred. For such a murderous guy, how can you use the rogue methods of the capital mafia?
Using numbers to deal with towers is not asking for death.
"Do you think I really dare not kill you?" Wu Sangui asked, staring into the eyes of the horse-faced young man.
"Of course I believe it. If you want to pierce your mother-in-law, hurry up. Yes, this is it, pierce me in the heart? What? You dare not? Are you crazy? You must pierce it quickly!" The horse-faced young man cursed unscrupulously,
Suddenly the scolding stopped, and he looked down in disbelief. A sword as bright as autumn water had really penetrated into his heart, and was still stirring slowly, hoping to cause more damage.
"You..." The horse-faced young man stared and fell down, without saying the last words.
Wu Sangui let go of his hand, and the horse-faced young man fell to the ground with a sword stuck in his body. He stared at the ceiling with a pair of eyes fixed on his body, seeming to regret his own death.
"Girl, are you okay?" Wu Sangui, who had just finished killing someone, immediately walked to Chen Yuanyuan and asked with concern.
Chen Yuanyuan was in shock, but she knew that the murderer in front of her was killing for her own sake. She stood up with the help of Wu Sangui, forced a smile and said, "Thank you, sir." Then she seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around and walked into the private room.
I don’t know what to do behind the screen.
When the thugs of the horse-faced young man saw their boss being killed, they were all horrified. They got up from the ground and ran away in pee. Liu Ziguang and Zheng Sen ignored them and each found a seat to sit down and watch the story of Wu Sangui's hero saving the beauty.
Development, with Admiral Nanchang accompanying him, Zheng Sen was not afraid, and Liu Ziguang had nothing to worry about. Even if it was a small murder, he would be able to suppress it no matter which level of government was alerted.
Wu Sangui, who was usually quite smart and capable, was a little out of sorts today. He had been in a daze since seeing Chen Yuanyuan. At this time, he was staring at the screen behind him at a loss, not knowing what to do.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Come on, Brother Wu." Zheng Sen joked with a smile.
Wu Sangui chuckled and was about to go and see what was going on. Suddenly two people appeared from behind the screen. It was Chen Yuanyuan who was supporting a man with blood on his face and a big bump on his head.
"Yuanyuan and my husband thanked the young master together for the great kindness. If the young master had not acted righteously, Yuanyuan's innocence would have been destroyed in the hands of that man. We, the husband and wife, will never forget this great kindness and virtue." Chen Yuanyuan said.
Through the tears, the man didn't speak. The two of them clasped their fingers tightly and leaned against each other. They were really in love.
Wu Sangui was struck by lightning and turned to stone on the spot. He was not the only one who was surprised. Liu Ziguang and Zheng Sen behind him also looked at each other. Where did this song come from? The scene of a hero rescuing a beauty actually turned into making wedding clothes for others.
Before they could answer, the madam rushed in with a group of thugs. After seeing the body of the horse-faced young man, the madam howled on the spot: "A human life has been lost! What should we do? Mr. Zheng, you can't leave."
, this is all a case done by your friend, so we can’t implicate Jinghuayuan."
"Isn't it just to kill someone? Why are you so nervous? Who is this guy? Is it worth making such a fuss about me, Madam?" Liu Ziguang asked, pretending to be indifferent.
"My guest, I hear your accent is not local. You don't know the situation in Jiangnan. The young man you beat to death was the famous demon king Xue Pan in the capital. The ancestor of the Xue family was the founding father of our Ming Dynasty. Now he is driving
Dozens of businesses need money, power, and power. Have you heard the word "good years and heavy snow"? It means the Xue family. You killed the only seedling of the Xue family, which is a big deal. You can't just leave.
Then, throw this scapegoat to us." The old bustard said while winking at his men. The people who followed her were not ordinary turtle slaves, but professional thugs from the brothel. Seeing the hint from the old bustard, several big-bodied and round-waisted men
The man immediately occupied an important position in the room, seemingly casually, but in fact he was ready to take action at any time.
The thing is like this, Miss Chen Yuanyuan, the leader of Jinghuayuan, recently got acquainted with a charming scholar, and since then she has been determined to become a good person. In fact, this is not impossible. As long as the scholar can get a huge amount of silver, Jinghuayuan is still willing to do it.
Adult beauty products are sold wholesale and retail.
But the scholar couldn't get the money, and he always came to disturb the girl Yuanyuan's mind. In anger, the old madam came up with a plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife. It happened that the evil demon Xue Pan also coveted Chen Yuanyuan, and he had tried to make big money several times in the past.
On the first night when I bought Yuanyuan, the madam tried to find a way to refuse it. Now it was just in time to use the Demon King to stop Yuanyuan's thoughts and teach the scholar a lesson.
As expected, Xue Pan happily accepted the price of 5,000 taels of silver to buy Yuanyuan's first night, and beat the troublemaking scholar into a pig's head. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin came out halfway, and Zheng Yaojin was killed.
Several of the young master's friends had a conflict with Xue Pan, and some people were killed. This was something the madam never expected.
"Yuanyuan, let's go." The pig-headed scholar said hoarsely, dragging Chen Yuanyuan's hand to walk out. He was very tall, with long, messy brown hair that was clogged with blood, and his face was swollen.
There was a large area, but his eyes were still sharp, and his tightly closed lips also showed a resolute spirit. When Chen Yuanyuan thanked Wu Sangui just now, he did not follow up to say thank you. Maybe it was an oversight, maybe he thought these guys had nothing to do with Xue Pan.
The difference is that they are all lustful evil spirits who covet Chen Yuanyuan's beauty.
"Stop, why do I feel that this guy looks so familiar? Where have we met?" Liu Ziguang suddenly said. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that this scholar looked like the same person. This person was none other than the Jiangnan Four who had trouble with him many times.