This man with an ordinary temperament but extraordinary attacks is probably the strongest, almost at the third level of Master.
The three old men who walked in, the strong man whose palm was pierced by the chopsticks, were only professional-level, and so were their companions.
Only the old man is a master, and his aura carries a faint pressure.
This coercion has already touched the Grandmaster realm.
Therefore, the old man is either a half-step master or a ninth-level master!
now.
The old man had a gloomy look on his face, looking at the man who was still eating noodles with an ugly and scary expression.
"Friend, this is our business, are you meddling too much?"
The old man said in a deep voice.
The man didn't respond.
Arriving in the direction of the kitchen, there was suddenly a sound of fighting.
And at the next moment——
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the door panel of the corridor leading to the back kitchen was shattered by a huge force.
Countless splinters of wood were shot everywhere in an instant.
A large amount of dust was thrown all over the floor, affecting the hall outside and making it a mess.
A figure also flew out of the kitchen with the noise and hit the wall.
He was about forty-six years old and was wearing a chef's uniform. When he hit the wall, he vomited blood in his mouth, staining his chest, clothes and the floor red.
"dad!"
The girl was shocked and ran over in a hurry.
The lady boss also looked sad and angry, rushed over and hugged the middle-aged man on the ground.
But the middle-aged man pushed the two of them and urged, "Go...go quickly!"
He stared in the direction of the kitchen, as if there was some scary monster inside.
And the next moment, there were indeed three people in the kitchen, their figures emerging from the dust.
Two of the big men were wearing the same clothes as the strong men carrying the pork.
The other one is a fat middle-aged man with a fat head, big ears, and a bloated waist.
"Brother Wu, why did you use so much force? If you beat someone to death, it would be hard to explain."
The old man with half-white hair saw this scene and said calmly.
"Don't worry, I'm measured."
The middle-aged fat man with a fat head and big ears said in a deep voice. At the same time, he glanced around the scene.
I saw the man who was still eating noodles and also saw Tang Mubai.
However, when his eyes fell on the miniature version of the Flame Bone Knife hanging on Tang Mubai's waist, he suddenly paused.
"This is...a treasured flying knife?"
The middle-aged fat man with a fat head and big ears stared straight at the Flaming Bone Flying Knife, with greed in his eyes.
"Brother Wu, what did you say? Treasure weapon?"
The old man with half-white hair also trembled when he heard this and looked at Tang Mubai.
The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Looking at the red flying knife hanging on Tang Mubai's waist, his eyes brightened and he whispered, "Hey, it's really a treasure!"
His eyes also showed greed.
Tang Mubai didn't move, eating the noodles calmly.
The fat middle-aged man with big head and big ears, seeing that Tang Mubai was turning a blind eye to them, was about to step forward and take action.
"Boss Han, you are toasting instead of drinking. Do you want to drink as a penalty?"
Just at this moment, among the three people who came out of the kitchen, one of them, a big man, curled his lips and said in a strange voice, "It is your daughter's blessing that our Young Master Kun likes your daughter!"
"That's right!"
Hearing this, the half-white-haired old man looked away, looked at the three restaurant owners, and said with a gloomy face, "Boss Han, you are all Mr. Kun's father-in-law, how can you regret it? You still want to run away, so don't fight me.
The face of our Master Kun?"
"Pooh!"
Boss Han, who was lying on the ground, spat, gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Who is the father-in-law of Pork Kun? Are you, old guy?"
"hehe."
The old man chuckled, "Boss Han, why bother? Look, our betrothal gifts have been delivered. Isn't it too late if we don't recognize it now? If you want to regret it, you should have said it earlier!"
The old man pointed at the half fan of pork on the ground, shook his head and sighed.
The obese middle-aged man and several burly men also laughed strangely together.
The man eating noodles cracked the chopsticks in his hand with a "click" sound.
Seeing this, Tang Mubai raised his head and glanced at him.
"Um?"
The old man with half-white hair also turned to look at him, frowned and said, "Brother Wu, please pay attention, this guy is a bit unusual."
"Yeah?"
After hearing this, the fat middle-aged man with big ears looked over, still eating noodles... Oh, no, the man was already drinking soup.
"So, this guy is blocking us from doing things?" The fat middle-aged man stared at the man coldly and said indifferently.
"It's him who stopped us from taking people away just now." The old man shouted.
"Then what are you waiting for? Get rid of this nosy guy first!"
The middle-aged fat man with a fat head and big ears shouted loudly, flicked his waist, and a soft sword with cold light appeared in his hand. A white light curled up, and he moved forward and appeared in front of the man.
The sharp sword tip pierced directly into the eyebrow of the man who just raised his head!
The man who raised his head looked at the soft sword that suddenly stabbed in front of his face, as if he didn't see it. He tilted his head back and watched the soft sword passing over his face and stabbing back.
Then, his hand suddenly raised.
call out!
The long sword in the hand of the fat middle-aged man with big ears was caught by him.
No matter how hard the fat middle-aged man tried, he just couldn't take back the thrust sword. His face quickly turned red and he glared at the man.
"Brother Wu, let me help you!"
When the half-white-haired old man saw this, he shouted loudly, swayed, and brandished a short knife with green marks on it, stabbing the man in the chest.
If this knife was stabbed, the man would be seriously injured even if he did not die.
Because the dagger is poisonous!
At the critical moment, the proprietress not far away finally came to her senses and raised her hand.
Whoosh!
A cold light flashed.
The half-white haired old man's dagger was blocked.
Bang!
There was a crisp sound.
The half-grey old man's attack was missed.
"You are looking for death!"
The fat middle-aged man with a big head and big ears saw the man grabbing the soft sword, his eyes were blazing, and with a shake of his hand, he fired out a burst of energy and attacked the proprietress.
The landlady rolled on the ground and ran away.
At this time, Boss Han also retreated to the corner.
When he stood up again, he was already standing in front of the landlady and the girl, hating the old man.
The two sides reached a stalemate.
Tang Mubai watched the whole process and became even more interested.
It's not that Tang Mubai loves to watch the excitement, but the "Young Master Kun" in the mouth of the old man and the middle-aged fat man. If nothing else, it is exactly the target he is looking for, the eldest disciple of the Siji Patriarch, Xu Wenyou's son, Xu Shaokun!
This Xu Shaokun is extremely lustful.
Tang Mubai learned this from the mouth of the attacker who ambushed him.
When Xu Shaokun was in Xuanfeng City, he was looking for women everywhere. After following his father to Yuankang City, he got out of hand.
As long as he likes a woman, he will directly marry her by force.
That’s right, it’s a forced marriage!
What appears to be a marriage is actually a robbery without any respect.
Because the division has become famous, Yuankang City's Anwu Bureau and the Admiral's Office can't control it even if they want to.
And the betrothal gift he used was half a fan of pork.
The name "Pork Kun" has been known to everyone in Yuankang City since then!