Xiao Mingtang was in great pain, and beads of sweat were already coming out of his forehead, but Han Mo held a thick stick in his hand and pressed it on his head. For a moment, he really didn't dare to move. His left arm was broken and the pain was extremely painful. He could only bear it. Although there was still endless resentment in his eyes, he also showed fear and begging.

He had contacted Han Mo several times, but he suffered a loss every time. He had figured out Han Mo's temperament. He seemed to smile gently, but in fact he was very frivolous. If Han Mo swung a stick and hit his head the next moment, Xiao Mingtang would be convinced.

Seeing that Xiao Mingtang was being detained, the guards behind him dared not move.

The two sides were already fighting, and there were already many people lying down on the ground. Although the number of people on both sides was not much different, with nearly two hundred people, the more than 20 dandy boys in Han Mo were obviously better than the other's leaders in combat. Moreover, Yao Jing and others followed Han Mo's instructions and only asked those leaders to beat him up. Although the situation seemed chaotic, overall, the people on Han Mo's side obviously had the upper hand.

Some of them were not good at seeing the opportunity and even began to prepare for a break. The fight between three or four hundred people had been divided into pieces at this time. Many of them were already liquidating their past personal grudges and stooping to the side to start fighting.

"You... dare you to do it?" Xiao Mingtang stared at Han Mo, gritted his teeth, but did not dare to move: "Han Mo, if you hurt me, my father and grandfather would never let you go!"

Han Mo shrugged and didn't put this in his ears at all. He just smiled faintly and said, "Master Xiao, please stop them quickly. I have already stopped you, so why are they fighting?"

Xiao Mingtang looked at Han Mo fiercely, but did not speak.

Han Mo's face sank, he slightly raised the wooden stick in his hand, and acted to hit Xiao Mingtang's head.

Xiao Mingtang's expression changed drastically and he said in horror: "Don't do it!" He shouted in a deep voice: "Why don't you let them stop!"

The guards behind him understood and shouted loudly: "Stop, stop hitting, stop!"

However, the troops on both sides were fighting fiercely, and the shouts were heard. The voices of these people were completely submerged in the huge waves of everyone. Several guards had to rush forward, waved the sticks in their hands and shouted "Stop".

The Ninth Master was originally lying on the roof and looking at the battle situation below, but when he saw Han Mo, he even stopped Xiao Mingtang, and was frightened. He hurriedly retracted and lay on the roof and did not dare to move. He knew at this moment that the young master who has come recently was Han Mo, the most popular young family in Beijing.

His news was not weak. He knew that Han Mo was now the commander of the Imperial Guard and the director of the Xihua Hall. Such a person was several times more noble than him. Even his father, who was the Shaoqing Cheng of Taichang Temple, did not dare to stand and talk to the little hell in front of him. He really didn't expect that the little hell would come here to cause trouble today.

There were some yamen runners who were patrolling in Yanjing Prefecture on the banks of Liujing River. When they saw the movement here at first, some yamen runners were about to come and take charge. When someone next to them reminded the leaders of both sides, the yamen runners had already pretended to be deaf and dumb, avoiding them from afar, and not daring to get involved in such street fights.

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Several guards from Xiao Mingtang pulled a few people away, and these people soon discovered the strange scene. They saw Han Mo carrying his left hand behind him and holding a wooden stick in his right hand on Xiao Mingtang's head. This strange scene made these people stop.

These people stopped and approached the side to find this strange thing, so they slowly spread like waves. Both sides of the fight stopped their hands one by one. Soon, the hands of both sides had dispersed. Many people were broken and their faces were covered in blood. Many people were lying on the ground and humming. Those who were thrown into the Liujing River climbed ashore, their bodies were wet and in a mess.

Soon, everyone knew that Mr. Xiao Mingtang, Xiao, was held by Han Mo and Wu, and faced his head with a stick. As soon as the news spread, the people who followed Xiao Mingtang looked bleak, and the people on Han Mo's side were naturally proud.

Han Bin had already squeezed over from the crowd, followed by Yao Jing and a large group of people. Hulala was all here. Seeing Xiao Mingtang's embarrassed look, Han Bin was the first to laugh. Yao Jing and others also burst into laughter. The laughter made Xiao Mingtang want to find a crack in the ground to drill down, but the wooden stick hit the head and could be hit at any time, but he didn't dare to move.

Han Mo waved to Yao Jing, whispered a few words in his ear. Yao Jing nodded, and then said to the dark crowd: "You all listened. The one who caused trouble today is not Han Wu Ge, but Xiao Mingtang. Han Wu Ge was in a good mood today and led us here to listen to the song, but he heard that the Ninth Master had dominated the building and refused to let everyone in. Everyone knows who this building belongs to, but it is not Mr. Xiao. He wanted to force this building, and even asked Mr. Jiu to dominate this building and prevent customers from coming in... Brother Han Wu Ge couldn't stand it and taught Mr. Jiu a lesson for righteousness. Unexpectedly, Mr. Xiao summoned a large group of people to deal with Mr. Han Wu Ge... Brother Han brought people to rescue. That's what happened. Everyone knows who makes sense. It's all right!"

Han Mo waited for Yao Jing to finish speaking, and then said lightly: "I, Han Mo, are a reasonable person, and I have always disliked causing trouble. Today, I have to take action!" After pausing, I smiled coldly, "But I know that there are many people among you who are unreasonable, and I don't like such people."

Everyone in the venue looked at Han Mo without saying a word. At this time, Xiao Mingtang was condemned, so who dared to speak more?

"Han Mo is favored by the emperor and is in charge of the Leopard Camp, which is also an obligation to maintain the order of the capital." Han Mo said slowly: "Border of the Liujing River, where the prosperity is. If you are having fun here, I, Han Mo, cannot control it, but if you want to bully the weak and dominate others' industries here, this will disrupt the order in the capital. I, Han Mo, have to care." Looking at Xiao Mingtang, the wooden stick in his hand actually knocked on Xiao Mingtang's head: "Young Master Xiao wants to forcibly occupy Liufang Pavilion, which is breaking the rules. Today I don't want to make things too difficult for Master Xiao. As long as he guarantees in front of everyone, he will no longer occupy other people's industries in the future, and don't show off his might on the Liujing River, I will spare him this!"

Xiao Mingtang's face turned pale and gritted his teeth. He felt that his lungs were so humiliated by Han Mo in front of so many people.

In the past, when Master Xiao appeared, he was all majestic. How many people in the entire capital dared to provoke him? When the children of the nobles saw him, they would be polite and bow down on their heads.

But today I was humiliated by Han Mo in front of these people, and lost all my face. What kind of face will I have in the future show my might in front of these people?

He wanted to cut Han Mo into pieces, but at this time he didn't dare to move a finger. Moreover, his left arm, which was broken, was in great pain, his forehead was sweating profusely, and his expression on his face was extremely distorted and terrifying.

Xiao Mingtang was suppressed by Han Mo, and Han Mo's people were extremely arrogant. Even if they were injured, they would raise their heads and chests. At this time, many people lowered their heads and felt that it was embarrassing. Some people even thought in their hearts that if they were Han Mo's people at this time, they would be so majestic.

The nobles are talking about pomp and prestige and face. Xiao Mingtang, the boss, lost all his face, and naturally the group of people under his command were deeply ashamed, and they all fell like eggplants beaten by frost.

Before Han Mo entered Beijing, Han Bin and Xiao Mingtang disliked each other, and the staff of both sides were in conflict. However, after all, Xiao Mingtang was powerful, and Han Bin would not have had too much conflict in the past.

Today he was having fun at Jinqianfang. When he heard something happened in Liufang Pavilion, he became interested. He photographed a follower coming to inquire. The follower was from the Minister of Revenue's Mansion. How could he not know Han Mo? When he went back to report, Han Bin realized that it was his brother who was causing trouble in Liufang Pavilion.

Then he heard that Xiao Mingtang was gathering people to go to Liufang Pavilion to deal with Han Mo. Han Bin was very comfortable with this. He immediately sent someone to summon his own people. He even met several groups of people, all of whom were to help Yao Jing and others. He immediately stopped him and organized him. Then he divided the troops into two groups, got gongs and drums, and divided the troops into two groups, followed the Liujing River, one left and one right to the Liufang Pavilion, which was to suppress Xiao Mingtang's people first in terms of momentum.

Seeing Xiao Mingtang being silenced, Han Bin looked proud and walked around Xiao Mingtang, laughing and said, "Master Xiao, aren't you very majestic on weekdays? Why are you so cowardly today?"

Xiao Mingtang looked at Han Bin hatefully, and his teeth were about to be broken.

Han Mo looked at Xiao Mingtang and said lightly: "Master Xiao, I have already said it very clearly. As long as you make this guarantee in front of everyone today, I will let you go. Otherwise, even if you can leave today, you will definitely be carried away... By the way, you won't believe what I said, right?"

Xiao Mingtang saw that although Han Mo was smiling, his eyes were very cold. He knew that this guy was not exaggerating, but to make a promise in front of so many people, it would be equivalent to completely surrendering to Han Mo. How could the dignified Young Master Xiao bear such a great humiliation?

For a moment, the hustle and bustle of the Liujing River seemed to be silent at this time, completely quiet.

Han Mo stared at Xiao Mingtang and sneered: "I don't have much patience. Do you want to say it?"

Xiao Mingtang also looked at Han Mo hatefully and forced himself to say, "Han Mo, don't go too far!"

Han Mo smiled coldly, and without saying anything, he suddenly raised his right hand, raised the wooden stick, and was about to smash it hard on Xiao Mingtang's head. Everyone was shocked. Master Han Wu was really too brave. How dare he really beat the eldest grandson of Taishi Xiao, the first important minister of Yan State, in public?
Chapter completed!