Han Baihang Shiran walked towards the middle-aged man, but as soon as he took two steps closer, he was stopped. Looking at the two fierce men in front of him, Han Baihang stood there and smiled slightly, without making any move.
At this time, Du Yuesheng walked out from the side and said to the two of them: "He is the person the master wants to see."
After hearing this, the two of them still had no intention of letting go and gave Han Baihang a look.
Han Baihang came here to talk things over today, not to cause trouble. He honestly opened his hands and allowed the two people to grope him.
The two confiscated the gun on Han Baihang's waist and said, "Let's go over there."
Han Baihang smiled slightly, tidied up his scattered clothes, and walked towards Huang Huangrong. When he reached Huang Huangrong, Du Yuesheng signaled him to stop. He took two steps forward and whispered a few words in Huang Huangrong's ear. Huang Huangrong faced Du Yuesheng.
He said lightly: "Let him wait first."
Although the voice was not loud, Han Baihang could still hear it clearly, and an unknown fire spread in his chest. Han Baihang clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and he wished he could punch Huang Huangrong in the head.
Du Yuesheng came back and said arrogantly: "Just wait for now."
Han Baihang breathed hard to calm down the anger in his heart. He had endured even surrendering his arms. Now that he finally saw Huang Jinrong, if he couldn't hold back for a while, he might spoil the big thing.
Finally suppressing the anger in his heart, Han Baihang looked at Huang Jinrong, who had his back turned to him. Although he could only see one head, judging from his calm and calm demeanor, as well as the respectful and fearful looks around him, he was worthy of the title.
Shanghai Beach ranks among the best big shots.
At this moment, Huang Huangrong was leaning on his seat, staring intently at the stage in front of him, where a magician was performing, earning applause from time to time.
However, Huang Huangrong seemed very impatient and couldn't help coughing lightly. A man in a suit and leather shoes standing next to him suddenly shook his body as if he had been struck by lightning, and then hurriedly ran backstage.
Within half a minute, a host ran up, grabbed the magician who had not finished his performance, and said loudly: "Next, we invite our number one star on the beach - Miss Lu Lanchun!"
The curtain opened, and Han Baihang froze on the spot. The person standing on the stage was none other than the woman he bumped into at the door.
Could it be that this world is such a coincidence? In an instant, the memory of Lu Lanchun came flooding back like a tide.
Lu Lanchun is a famous Laosheng actress with a loud voice and steady acting skills. She is well-known in Shanghai for her skillful literary and opera skills.
Later, Jin Huang retired Lin Guisheng and married her. However, the marriage between the two did not last long. Lu Lanchun fell in love with the wealthy son Xue Heng, and the two eventually became husband and wife. Lu Lanchun was also in the second year of the Republic of China.
Fifteen years later he took his own life.
The historical fragments were like sharp knives piercing Han Baihang's heart. Love had ended before it even began. So much so that he didn't even hear clearly what Lu Lanchun was singing until bursts of applause rang out from the audience.
After hearing the sound, he clapped his hands blankly.
However, in Du Yuesheng's eyes, Du Yuesheng was filled with endless contempt for this silly look, and he thought that Han Baihang was coveting Lu Lanchun's beauty and forgot about it for a moment.
At the end of the song, Lu Lanchun thanked the audience. She accidentally felt a pair of scorching eyes. She looked around and bumped into Han Baihang's blazing eyes. She was just about to be happy when she turned around and saw Huang Jinrong standing up and applauding, just blocking the way.
Between two people.
Then Lu Lanchun had no choice but to smile at Huang Jinrong, turned her head and walked off the stage with a slightly bitter expression.
Lu Lanchun came to Huang Huangrong's side as soon as she came off the stage, hugged Huang Huangrong's arm affectionately, and the two of them walked towards Han Baihang.
When passing Han Baihang, Huang Huangrong suddenly stopped, took out the pipe from his mouth, and mocked: "This is Shanghai, not Henan."
Before Han Baihang came to his senses, Huang Huangrong and his men had already walked away. The moment he turned around, a bloody man was thrown in front of Han Baihang.
"Brother Qiming!" Han Baihang shouted and helped Wang Qiming up. His face was covered in blood, his nose was twisted to one side, and there was a big gash around his mouth. None of his ten fingers was intact.
Han Baihang didn't expect Huang Jinrong to be so harsh. He looked at Huang Huangrong's leaving back with cold eyes, helped Wang Qiming up, and walked out in the eyes of everyone with contempt.
When they arrived at the door, Du Yuesheng was leaning on the doorpost, smoking a cigarette here and there. When he saw Han Baihang, he immediately went to greet him.
"You'd better leave quickly." Du Yuesheng said, throwing the pistol back to Han Baihang, and said seriously: "This time it is a piece of advice."
Du Yuesheng looked at Wang Qiming sympathetically, and the meaning behind his words was self-evident. Han Baihang did not expect that he would see Huang Jinrong in such a state, being humiliated one after another, not even saying a word, and even causing Wang Qiming to suffer.
"If I just run back to Henan in disgrace, then can I, Han Baihang, still be considered a man?" Han Baihang thought to himself, his face covered with frost and his whole body exuding an aura of hostility, and he said to Du Yuesheng: "You
Tell Huang Huangrong that the humiliation I, Han Baihang, suffered today will be repaid a hundred times in the future!"
With these harsh words, Han Baihang pushed aside Du Yuesheng who was stunned on the spot, helped Wang Qiming into the car, and headed towards the hotel.
After Han Baihang left, Du Yuesheng gradually came back to his senses and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His heart was pounding. The actual murderous aura just now made him feel like he was holding ice.
After waiting for a long time, Du Yuesheng dragged his trembling feet and staggered towards the Huang Mansion.
Back in the hotel, Han Baihang settled Wang Qiming, and a group of soldiers immediately surrounded him. One or two thorns shouted at Han Baihang: "Company Commander, what are you waiting for? I'll go and pick him up right now."
It’s his grandma’s fault! A gangster leader actually came to poop and pee on our heads.”
"That's right, fuck him!"
…
For a while, there was a lot of noise in the room. Han Baihang was sitting aside with a gloomy face. Everyone saw that his face was scary, and his voice slowly became quieter. The room became audible and extremely quiet.
"Have you finished speaking?" Han Baihang said in a cold voice.
Everyone looked at each other in shock, not daring to take a breath. Han Baihang snorted coldly and said: "If you mess with me again in the future, you will all go back to Henan!"
"But company commander, can you bear this tone like this? You can bear it, but the brothers can't."
Immediately there was another burst of agreement, and Han Baihang sneered: "I have never seen anyone who messed with me have a good life."
Han Baihang suddenly slapped the table, and a corner of the solid pear wood table was immediately knocked off, and it fell to the ground and rolled away.