Although Han Mo has many people, the black man was not afraid at all. He grinned and looked at Han Mo who had already frown with a sarcastic look. He even raised his iron fist and shook it on his chest, as if to shock Han Mo.

Yao Jing, who was beside Han Mo, saw the arrogant look of the black man, and saw Han Mo frowning, he wanted to go forward to teach the black man some lessons. He himself may not be the opponent of the black man, but there are many people here, so he never minded finding a place in such a way to bully the few. But he was about to step forward, but Han Mo had already shook his head and signaled that he didn't have to take action.

Han Mo was carrying his hands on his back and stood in front of the black man. He was only as tall as the black man's chest. A fierce black man with a burly, strong and naked upper body, and a handsome and gentle young man in white. The two of them stood opposite each other, but there was a very inconsistent picture.

At this time, the black man could hit Han Mo with just one move. The people who were watching from afar were worried about Han Mo for a while. Everyone saw it, but they all felt that as long as the black man showed his power, the handsome young man in white would be in trouble.

"Your mouth is not clean, I won't look for you, I will settle the account with your master soon." Han Mo looked up and looked at the fierce black man jokingly: "It's just that you are showing off this posture, are you going to fight me?"

The black man grinned his teeth and said nothing. He waved his iron fist, and the strong wind whistled, indicating his strength.

Yao Jing and others had never seen Han Mo's martial arts skills, but they knew that Han Mo's status was extremely high. Siswen, a handsome young man, suddenly punched, and everyone shouted: "Brother, be careful!"

However, although the black man had great strength, speed was nothing in Han Mo's eyes. Half of the black man's fist came out, Han Mo's palm knife had already cut on the black man's wrist. Only a "crrrr" was heard. The black man felt a sharp pain in his wrist. The big fist, which was originally clenched like an iron bowl, suddenly loosened and drooped softly.

Before the black man could react, Han Mo's hands had already become claws, grabbed the black man's waist and eyes, and then used a lot of strength to penetrate deep inside, almost inserting it into the flesh. But in just a moment, Han Mo withdrew his hand, and the black man's huge body fell to the ground like a pool of mud. He wanted to struggle, but unfortunately, his legs below were as if they were not his own, completely lost consciousness and could not stand up at all.

The black man was shocked and looked at the gentle young man half a body shorter than him in disbelief, as if he was a ghost.

Yao Jing and the people watching in the distance were also surprised. Han Mo was extremely fast, and they didn't even see clearly how Han Mo took action, and the battle was over.

The young master defeated the strong black man as strong as a beast with great ease.

After Yao Jing and others were stunned, they immediately showed admiration. They all knew vaguely that the commander of the Leopard Camp had extremely powerful force, but they did not expect that they would be so powerful.

With such a person as the boss and the backer, Yao Jing and others immediately increased their confidence.

The two black men were lying on the ground and humming, knowing that the visitor was not good, and even knowing that if they were hard, they would probably suffer even more. So no matter whether they could get up or not, they would just lie on the ground and not get up.

Han Mo ignored these people and went straight into Liufang Pavilion. Yao Jing and six others hurriedly followed, and more than ten followers behind him also followed in.

The second floor of Liufang Pavilion obviously didn't know what was happening below. There were still laughter and filthy words on the upper floor.

A crowd surrounded Han Mo to the second floor, at the entrance of a staircase, and saw that the upper floor was already covered in smoke. More than a dozen people were urging their fists to urge them to move, noisy and lively.

A group of very beautiful girls each held their own instruments and squeezed into the corner of the house, trembling, and each of them lowered their heads. They didn't dare to see these people who were making trouble here. In the place of the amusement, there was only one woman playing the piano gently, but her expression was very frightened. She was obviously forced to perform her skills, and the piano tunes were staggered, showing her restlessness.

In addition, there were several people standing near the window, all of whom were trembling. One of the women in their thirties was wearing heavy makeup and had a bit of charm, but there was helplessness on their faces and panic flashing in their eyes. It was thought that they were people in the Qinlou.

In the middle of the seat, there was a young man in purple. He looked like a good person. He actually held a folding fan in his hand, slapped it gently, shook his head and savored the sound of the piano.

However, there are some staggered sounds at the moment, but he knows nothing, and he is a man of art.

Han Mo and his group came to the second floor, and for a moment, everyone on the second floor looked at each other, quite surprised. Everyone knew that there was someone guarding the gate downstairs, so who could come in?

The girls looked at Han Mo and the group of people, looking at each other in fear, but they were also a little confused about what the group of people were.

The rioters who were urging the boxing order to suddenly saw Han Mo and everyone coming upstairs, and immediately stood up. Someone shouted loudly: "Who? Who asked you to come in?"

"What a courage, don't get out!"

But Han Mo smiled faintly and said loudly: "Isn't this Liufang Pavilion?"

"So what?" someone sneered immediately.

"I heard that there are twelve fragrant hairpins in the Liufang Pavilion on the banks of the Liujing River. They are tuned with wonderful hands and the music is beautiful, so I led my brothers to support you!" Han Mo said with Youran: "Who is the decision here, so I won't make any arrangements for us!"

The charming woman by the wall looked at Han Mo, then looked at the young master in purple who was shaking his head and swaying his head. She wanted to speak but stopped, but she finally didn't dare to speak.

The young master in purple stood up and still did not forget to shake the fan. It seemed that this way he could show his handsomeness, handsomeness, and walked over with one step and three steps, stared at Han Mo, and rolled his eyes: "I am the master here, Liufang Pavilion will no longer pick up customers, why don't you leave here quickly?"

"Since the door is open, why not do business?" Han Mo smiled and said, "How can the guests come to drive us away?"

Yao Jing and others looked fierce and clenched their fists. At this time, as long as Han Mo gave the order, everyone would pounce on them and teach these guys a lesson.

The young master in purple rolled his eyes again and said, "I am the one who is the master here. If I say I don't pick up the customers, I won't get out of here." As if I remembered something, I frowned and said, "How the hell did you come in?"

"Here you come in!" Han Mo smiled and said, "How else can you come in?"

At this time, a clever guy seemed to think of something, ran to the window, looked down, and said in surprise: "Young Master Ninth, Lao Hei and the others... were beaten!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone under the ninth son of the purple-clothed young master immediately showed anger. The ninth son was also a little surprised, his face became ugly, and he stared at Han Mo and asked, "Did you do it?"

"We can't blame us, they won't let us in, so we took action!" Han Mo said with a smile.

The Ninth Young Master shook his hand, closed the folding fan, pointed at Han Mo with the folding fan and said angrily: "Who are you? Do you know who we are?" He obviously did not know Han Mo. In fact, there were many people in Beijing who knew Han Mo, but few of them had seen Han Mo.

At this time, Yao Jing was extremely flexible. He pulled a chair from the side and placed it behind Han Mo. When Han Mo saw it, he felt that Yao Jing was indeed an expert in choosing the market. He was afraid that he had done a lot of things like this before. He sat down on the chair casually. A brother next to him also became flexible. He picked up a fruit plate from it and put it in his mouth. Han Mo smiled and picked a grape from it.

This is called formation. You must first ridicule the other party in the formation.

Han Mo's actions immediately angered the people on the Ninth Young Master's side, but when he saw that Han Mo had many people and seemed to have a few more people than him, he did not rush to take action for a while.

"Of course I know who you are!" Han Mo said: "You are the son of Shaoqingcheng of Taichang Temple, a branch of the Xiao clan. Although you don't know how you sort it, because of the Xiao family, those who see you will call you Master Dog... Oh, it's Master Nine!"

The Ninth Young Master looked cold, "Everyone knows who I am, and he dares to cause trouble?"

Han Mo smiled and spread his hands, "Why don't you dare? I don't even care about Xiao Mingtang. What are you? Xiao Mingtang saw that the business here is good and wanted to pay the money to buy the piano building. Unfortunately, Lu Zongxuan refused. Xiao Mingtang sent you people here to make trouble every day, just to force Lu Zongxuan to sell Liufang Pavilion to him. Lu Zongxuan dared not come forward to offend you, but I just wanted to come here to listen to the music today. If you dare to stop me from listening to the music, I will beat you up. Do you hear it clearly? If you don't want to be beaten, leave quickly, otherwise don't blame our brothers for being polite!"

The Ninth Young Master and his subordinates were all disgusted. Han Mo said these words lightly, but revealed extreme disdain and contempt. The Ninth Young Master and others were used to being arrogant, so how could they bear the sarcasm of Han Mo's words?

Although the Ninth Young Master pretended to be elegant, he was obviously an impulsive person at heart. He picked up a chair, threw it at Han Mo, and cursed: "I dare to fight with me, I'm really looking for death!"

Han Mo stuck out his right hand and took the chair lightly. The nine young master saw it and said in surprise: "Oh, I have both hands, I'm out of my mind. It turns out that you are a master!"

Han Mo ignored him, looked back at the brothers, and smiled and said, "Everyone, they are the first to do it. We are right wherever they go. Don't be polite, please treat them to a big meal!"

Yao Jing and others are all from military families. The best thing is to show off their strength and ruthlessness. Although the Xiao family is on the opposite side, Han Mo is now supporting him, and the young and energetic young men did not hesitate. Yao Jing picked up a chair next to him and shouted, "Battle these dogs!" He rushed forward first. Everyone behind him was unwilling to fall behind, and rushed forward like wolves and tigers.

The Liufang Pavilion, which was elegant in the past, has now become a place for martial arts. The girls screamed, and they all lost their appearance.

Not to mention the six young masters such as Yao Jing, their subordinates were also selected good players, in order to be a helper with him, they were all very powerful people. At this time, they all took action and moved forward bravely, fighting with the Ninth Master and others.

The dishes and flying bowls were broken up, and the tables and chairs were sweeping, and they used whatever they picked up. There was a turmoil in a turmoil. The streets on the Liujing River outside the attic were clearly heard. They could even see dishes and chairs flying out of the window from time to time. A guy even fell down from the window and fell in front of the door. Although the floor was not high, the guy still fell to death.

Han Mo sat on the chair, looking at the messy scene in front of him with interest, and even saw that the Ninth Young Master had been pressed to the ground by Yao Jing, holding a teapot and smashing his head straight.

The Ninth Young Master had a very wise man. He knew that he would capture the king first, but he rushed towards Han Mo. However, Han Mo picked up a bench next to him and smashed it hard on his head. The guy's head was bleeding, his eyes were covered in golden flowers, and he fell down in a twist. He even gave Han Mo a thumbs up to show his admiration.

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Chapter completed!