Yan Biao felt that his eyes were dark, and he didn't even have time to blink, but he was hit by the person flying towards him.

The man's head hit Yan Biao's mouth, and his front teeth almost knocked off, which hurt so much!

The servant who followed him was frightened and hurried to help him, pulling him up with all his might.

Yan Biao's head was dizzy. It was the first time he suffered such a loss when he grew up so big. He didn't care about the pain and stood up and scolded him.

"Who? Who is it? I..."

His hands were excitedly pointing forward, his face twisted due to anger, and a hole in his lips was broken, making his lips look red, as bright as if he was painted with rouge, his eyes were wide open, and he was very excited.

But the harsh words in their mouths were blocked before they could be scolded.

Not only did he not scold him, he even took a step back a little unconsciously.

He has been to Chunfeng Tower many times, and he knows very well what the layout inside is.

The bottom floor is a large shop, which is very large, with more than thirty square tables, enough to accommodate nearly a hundred people to sit around and eat. In every corner, there are geisha positions and two round chairs. There are always women who are babbling there singing songs. When the diner is happy, he will call her over for more than ten cents and sit next to the table and sing slowly. The waiter shuttles between the table and chairs, and greets the guests with a loud and distinctive voice. Various fragrances float under the beams of the house. Even if he stands on the street outside the door, he can smell it.

However, at this moment, the Chunfeng Tower was like a battlefield. The shiny black painted square table seemed to be arched by a group of wild boars, broken and scattered, broken chair legs everywhere, the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall were torn to pieces, the porcelain pieces of broken bowls and dish were all over the ground, and the soup and food were everywhere. Even the thick black lacquered pillars standing in the middle of the store were spotted with colorful vegetable leaves. The grand high-end restaurants in the past became ruins after being smashed.

What was even more shocking and angry was that there were about a dozen people lying on the ground, wearing the clothes of their servants in their house, sleeping like a dead pig and unable to move anywhere.

I looked at it again and saw that the person who hit me was the second housekeeper who was sent to the venue, a strong man.

Seeing him rolling his eyes while lying on the ground, I was afraid he couldn't answer even if he asked. Now, who are the men standing inside and clapping their hands and clapping their hands as if they were dusty?

Yan Biao narrowed his eyes, Chuchu's surprise passed, and the dandy's temper began to rise.

The men standing inside were wearing ordinary cloth clothes. Except for the one standing at the stairs behind who was wearing green official uniforms, they looked not from wealthy families.

However, everyone is very energetic and their fist skills are probably not bad.

It is easy to see that the servants all over the floor are all old gangsters in Lin'an City. They are better at fighting against each other than the other. Now they are sleeping all over the floor, but none of them falls. Are you still not sure?

Yan Biao shook slightly, but when he thought of him, he became more courageous after standing behind him.

"Who are you?" He frowned. He was a pretty man. He was tall and strong. There was a faint shadow of her sister Concubine Yan between his eyebrows. He could be regarded as a sword-browed starry eye. He stood up straight and looked like a young hero. With this skin, he also won the favor of many court officials in the court who were interested in making friends with the Yan family. At this moment, he asked a majestic question, and he had a bit of momentum: "Why are you making trouble here and beating people?"

Changsun Hong was using a piece of clothing that had been torn off by a man who was wearing a strong suit to wipe the traces of vegetable soup stained during the fight. After all, it was an official uniform and it was difficult to wash if it was dirty.

Hearing Yan Biao's question, he raised his head and met Yan Biao who was eyeing him.

After roughly distinguishing the other party's identity and seeing clearly that it was not an official, Changsun Hong relaxed.

Then Changsun Hong smiled.

"My name is ***." His tone was strong and unquestionable: "We did not fight these people."

Yan Biao was angry, and after hearing this, his chin was about to fall off.

What does it mean that there is no silver here? This is the place where there is no silver here!

I thought I was shameless to bully a man and a woman, but this little official didn't even blink his eyelids when he lied.

"Don't let go of any one!" Yan Biao's eyes changed, from anger to anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What are you still waiting for?"

The servants behind him shouted and rushed forward.

The generals of Xichuan in Chunfeng Tower gathered a little later and gathered together. This is the way to deal with people when there are fewer people and many more people. People gather together to form a fist, no matter how many people you are on the other side are afraid of.

However, in the eyes of the servants who are gangsters, this is giving in.

The first rule of street fighting is very important. The aura is often the winner, and the loser is the one who retreats as soon as he starts.

The servants were filled with righteous indignation. The scene of their comrades being beaten up made them share the same hatred for the enemy. These guys who came out of nowhere actually beat the Yan Mansion on the ground in Lin'an. Isn't this a slap everyone? The yamen runners and constables in the Lin'an government dare not treat the Yan Mansion like this.

It's intolerable!

"beat!"

"Bare them to death!"

He yelled wildly, and the servants rushed up like a tide.

Yan Biao stood behind, sneering, and was very angry.

Make the restaurant like this? How do you explain to Dong Songchen later? Let the official sit in the garbage dump for dinner? Damn it seems that he is going to change his restaurant.

You have to book a restaurant like this in advance, and it is very troublesome to book a restaurant to drive people away. The more Yan Biao thought about it, the more angry he became. These grandsons have ruined my big deal and didn’t kill a few of them. Today, it’s really hard to eliminate the hatred in his heart!

The teeth bite and touched the wound on the mouth, making it even more angry!

He looked at the crowded crowd in front of him, turned his head to the two most capable servants guarding by his side and said, "You two go up, take out the guys and let go of blood!"

The two servants understood it, agreed, took out a short knife from their arms, and rushed forward with cold eyes.

Yan Biao is not afraid of death. He has been in the capital for so long, but he has been beaten to death. It doesn’t matter. After the matter is over, he turns around and leaves, and then sends people to deal with the miser. The government can usually say hello, and it can be suppressed.

If the other party is really strong in the background, at most, you can set up a table and invite it out. Let’s talk about it and paying some money is the bottom line.

So Yan Biao is very confident.

He didn't take the other party seriously at all. He was in the green official uniform and the position below the fifth rank. He was beaten to death and found a few witnesses on the street fighting and said that the other party had taken action first. He didn't dare to verify it even if he asked for some punishment. He turned a big matter into nothing. He forced a servant out to pay the crime. Who would dare to arrest Concubine Yan's younger brother?

He lowered his head and saw the second housekeeper who was still in a coma and hit him just now. He took his anger on him and kicked him hard.

"Unbeatable things! Can't even do small things? What's the use for me to raise you?" He cursed and kicked hard: "When I've cooked these miscellaneous items, I'll deal with you, the useless beast when I go back!"

The fire in his heart slightly moved from his feet. Yan Biao touched his lips, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, and wiped away the blood marks. He could not be embarrassed in front of Dong Songchen.

After cleaning up, he put the veil back in his arms and raised his head.

Then I saw Changsun Hong's bloody face appearing outside the first three steps.

Behind this person wearing green official uniform, the servants who were in high spirits just now all turned into dead dogs, lying softly on the ground, either unconscious, moaning, or unable to move. Even the two powerful servants who drew their knives were lying on the ground not far away, not knowing their lives or death.

And many of the strangers were still standing, although some were wounded.

Yan Biao's legs suddenly became weak.

The little white face of the logo suddenly became whiter and whiter.

"Look, I said that those people were not beaten by us, why don't you believe it?" Changsun Hong said with a smile, approaching one step, just like when he just called himself ***: "What should I do now? You misunderstood me and you need compensation."
Chapter completed!