Chapter 878 Blind coachman

The blind coachman smiled and said, "Although I don't have 30 million taels of silver, I still have money to eat."

The carriage was bumping for a long time, and the stars were seen from afar.

A small town appeared in front of me. The town was extremely lively, and even at night, there were many pedestrians. The lights were brightly lit on both sides of the streets of the town.

The shabby carriage stopped next to a big hotel.

The blind coachman was about to enter when he was stopped by two big men at the door.

"Get away...get away..." A big man burped and blocked the blind coachman in front of the blind coachman in anger: "Tonight... this hotel was booked by my master... If you disturb my master's good mood... be careful..."

Luo Xiaofeng stood aside and said nothing. He looked at the blind coachman with a smile on his face.

The blind coachman sneered: "Who is your master? Just serve him alone in such a big restaurant?"

The drunk man said, "My master... has money...not to mention buying a hotel...even the entire town, he can buy it..."

The blind coachman said coldly: "I don't have much money, but I still have a few more money for eating!"

The drunk man put his waist on his back and angrily shouted: "Go to another place to eat... and make a fist here again... break your legs..." As he spoke, he raised his fist high and acted like he was hitting someone.

The blind coachman's face did not change and said lightly: "My skin is a little tight and is about to loosen!" As he spoke, he grabbed the wrist of the drunk man: "I wonder if you have the strength to help me loosen my skin?"

The drunk man stared at his eyes wide and said in surprise: "What did you say?"

The blind coachman grabbed the drunken man's wrist and exerted force suddenly. The drunken man screamed and squatted down.

"Good boy...you..." The drunk man moved his facial features in pain, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat: "Wait a minute...I want..." He screamed like a pig before he finished speaking.

The sound of bone shattering was clearly heard. The drunken man drank the wine in his stomach and turned into sweat.

The huge pain made the drunk man completely awake. He looked at the blind coachman with begging eyes, his broken wrists had swollen, and his arrogance had disappeared without a trace.

The drunken man's companion, seeing that the momentum was wrong, hurried into the hotel.

Not much effort, a woman with heavy makeup came to the hotel door with a fierce look: "Who is so unhappy that she dares to make trouble in my hotel?" An elderly woman came out. A thick layer of powder was applied to her white and fat face, and under her wide forehead were two very thin eyebrows. She put one hand on her hips and pointed at the blind coachman and Luo Xiaofeng with the other: "Did you two rusty buns eat the courage of the bear heart and leopard, and dare to make ground on my head?"

Luo Xiaofeng frowned and looked at the fat woman who looked like a female boss without saying a word.

The fat woman looked at the blind coachman in surprise and asked Luo Xiaofeng with her eyes wide open: "Did you bring this old man?"

Before Luo Xiaofeng could speak, the blind coachman pointed at Luo Xiaofeng with his finger and sneered: "You are wrong, I brought him here."

The fat woman nodded and gritted her teeth and said, "Is it the one you injured me just now?"

The blind coachman said lightly: "He spoke rudely, so I taught him a lesson."

The fat woman said fiercely: "Okay... OK... If you want to fight, I will find someone to practice with you." She turned around and shouted angrily: "Dajun, Erjun, come out and play with this old guy!"

Dayuan Eryan slowly walked out. Dayuan and Eryan looked very similar, both of them were tall and big guys.

He curled his lips fiercely and glanced at the blind coachman's deep cholerics.

The blind coachman was smiling at Dajun.

Dajun slowly walked towards the blind coachman, and his strong muscles were constantly leaping under his thin sweatshirt.

The blind coachman suddenly sighed and murmured: "What a pity...it's a pity..."

As soon as his ruthless and wide palm was raised, he suddenly stopped in the air. He stared at the blind coachman and shouted: "Old guy, what did you say?"

The blind coachman smiled and said, "I mean, your palm is considered to be useless!"

He sneered fiercely and punched the blind coachman's thin black face.

The blind coachman seemed not to see it, and he still looked at Daruo with a smile on his face.

With a "bang", the fierce fist was hitting the blind coachman hard in the face.

Luo Xiaofeng frowned and sighed softly.

The fat woman gritted her teeth and looked at the blind coachman with gloating expression.

The blind coachman was still standing there motionless, and his dark and thin face suddenly became terrifying.

He punched the blind coachman in the face with a fierce punch. He fell tilted and he couldn't help but take several steps back.

The fat woman stared at the blind coachman's face and laughed proudly: "How do you feel?"

The blind coachman smiled and said, "It feels good!"

As soon as the word "good" was released, Dajun suddenly fell to the ground and screamed. The hand that had just hit someone turned purple and black. He fell to the ground, howling like a pig, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down.

The fat woman was shocked and said, "What's going on with your palm?"

Dajun could no longer speak, he kept rolling on the ground.

The blind coachman standing aside sneered, "I have said just now that his hand that hits people is considered useless."

The fat woman widened her eyes, as if she had seen a monster, and she looked straight at the blind coachman.

The blind coachman sighed and said lightly: "Let him cut off that hand, otherwise..." As he spoke, he suddenly stopped again.

The fat woman said in surprise: "Otherwise...what?"

The blind coachman said lightly: "Otherwise, you will prepare a coffin for him."

The fat woman said anxiously: "Are there any other way?"

The blind coachman shook his head.

The fat woman's eyes flashed and she suddenly screamed: "Get a knife!"

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the blind coachman's face, and he suddenly remembered someone.

The knife was brought! Erjun gritted his teeth, held the heart tightly, and slashed at his fierce swollen wrist.

His ruthless hand was cut off by his wrist. He looked at the black broken hand on the ground, as if he had a nightmare.

The blind coachman suddenly stepped forward and walked towards Daqiu.

Dajun's whole body trembled and his face looked like earth. He couldn't help but retreat.

The blind coachman suddenly stopped. He stared at his cruel face and said lightly: "There is something you have to remember."

He said with a trembling voice: "What...thing?"

The blind coachman said: "The old man cannot scold or beat him, otherwise he will be punished."

He looked at his broken hand on the ground and nodded desperately.
Chapter completed!