The coachman was slapped and didn't dare to reply, so he knelt down and begged for mercy.
A young man in his twenties wearing a black prince's cloak got out of the car in front. He kicked the driver in disgust and said, "Get up and drive, don't be embarrassed here!"
Upon hearing this, the coachman quickly got up and got into the car, and the young man turned around to leave.
From the beginning to the end, neither the driver nor the young man glanced at Wei Zhuang and the others.
Wei Zhuang's heart suddenly became angry.
Damn it, you almost hit someone and you didn’t even ask. Is it really lawless to put on such a bad face?
"Wait!" Wei Zhuang shouted to the young man.
The young man turned around, looked at the angry Wei Zhuang and frowned, but said nothing.
Wei Zhuang looked ugly. He was frightened when he thought that Feng Shuwan was almost hit by the frightened horse just now.
"The crazy horse of your little slave almost ran over someone, and you just left without even asking a question?"
The young man glanced at Feng Shuwan who was behind Wei Zhuang, and then replied calmly: "I almost pressed her, but I haven't pressed her yet, right?"
When the coachman heard Wei Zhuang calling him a dog, he got off the carriage and rushed to Wei Zhuang, cursing with his master and saying, "You little bastard, who are you calling a dog?"
Wei Zhuang's face turned cold, he picked up a mallet from the table of the shop next to him and hit the coachman's head hard.
"ah!"
The coachman couldn't dodge, and his head suddenly started bleeding profusely. He fell to the ground holding his head and howling like a ghost. Wei Zhuang took a step forward and stepped on the coachman, then swung his mallet at the young man.
The young man didn't expect that Wei Zhuang would hit someone without saying a word. He panicked and stepped back. The mallet was only one centimeter away from the young man's head.
Wei Zhuang was a little surprised when he saw the young man avoiding this move.
The young man staggered for two steps before he stood still. He looked at Wei Zhuang with lingering fear and his face was ashen: "You dare to hit me?!"
Wei Zhuang shrugged and imitated his tone just now and said, "Didn't you hit me?"
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Yu laughed out loud behind her, and Feng Shuwan only slightly recovered from the shock just now.
The young man felt humiliated when he was laughed at by several people. He turned around angrily and shouted: "Come here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen people following the carriages in front rushed over with ferocious expressions on their faces, trying to surround the three of Wei Zhuang.
Wei Zhuang could see the intention of these people and waited for them to come over. He immediately took two steps and rushed towards the young man. Before the young man could react, Wei Zhuang grabbed his neck with one hand.
"Let's see who dares to go further!"
Wei Zhuang pressed his fingers hard, and the young man's face suddenly turned red, and he opened his mouth and let out a painful sound.
The dozen or so people who were about to rush over instantly stopped with frightened faces. The leader among them came out and said quickly: "Boy, what you are holding in your hand is the young master who is the minister of the Ministry of War. If something happens to him, you will not survive!"
Hearing this, Wei Zhuang relaxed a little, turned his head and looked at the young man with some surprise: "Your father is the minister of the Ministry of War, what is your name?"
The young man thought that Wei Zhuang was scared, so he immediately suppressed the pain and sneered, gritting his teeth and said: "Hmph, I am the Young Master of the Ministry of War, and so is Zhang Chan. Boy, if you know how to understand, let me go now and give me a few blows." Ring your head, I might let you go if I'm happy."
"What?" Wei Zhuang looked at him with strange eyes, "Have you not figured out the current situation? You are in my hands now. If I move my hands even slightly, you will die."
As he spoke, Wei Zhuang's hand exerted force again. This time, Zhang Chan's eyes were so red that they were about to pop out, and his whole face had turned purple. His arms were dangling wildly, trying to grab something, but his eyesight felt a little black...
"Strong man, strong man!" Zhang Chan's men finally realized that something was wrong, and quickly called Wei Zhuang, and the title changed this time. "Strong man, don't be impulsive. As long as you don't hurt my young master, we can discuss everything." !”
Wei Zhuang didn't seem to hear it, and even tightened his grip on his hand.
Zhang Chan's eyes fell into darkness, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
At this moment, a man quickly ran over from the front of the motorcade. This man was also in his twenties and looked older than Zhang Chan. He was dressed in white and holding a folding fan. He separated from the crowd and ran a few steps away from Wei Zhuang, then bowed his hands.
"Brother, there are many misunderstandings about this matter. I hope you will show mercy!"
Wei Zhuang asked calmly: "Who are you?"
The man smiled slightly and said gracefully: "I am the son of the Minister of War at that time, my surname is Yang Xingzhi. What happened today is indeed wrong with my friend Zhang Chan. In this way, I will hold a banquet in person at Zuixian Tower to apologize to my brother, and also For the sake of my dear brother, please let my friend go."
The Ministry of War again?
Wei Zhuang had never cared about the family affairs of the ministers in the DPRK. He only knew about the relatives of several important ministers. As for their faces and names, he didn't know anything about them.
For example, Wei Zhuang only knew that the Minister of War had a son, but his son's name and appearance were never known to Wei Zhuang.
Today we met two young masters from the Ministry of War. It seems that the Ministry of War has quite a problem.
At this time, Feng Shuwan gently pulled Wei Zhuang, leaned into his ear and whispered worriedly: "Let's forget about this matter today, otherwise killing people in the street will damage the reputation of the royal family."
Wei Zhuang turned his head and glanced at her with some surprise. Feng Shuwan would stop him because of the reputation of the royal family. It seemed that she was slowly beginning to accept the identity of the queen. This was a great progress in the relationship between the two.
Thinking of this, Wei Zhuang raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. He turned to look at Yang Xingzhi and said, "It's okay to let him go, but we have to make him apologize to us first."
"Okay." Yang Xingzhi agreed readily.
"Also." Wei Zhuang continued: "Let him and the dog slave apologize to all the passers-by."
After saying this, Yang Xingzhi frowned slightly, and then nodded: "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Zhuang threw Zhang Chan to the ground like trash.
Zhang Chan lay on the ground, breathing heavily, and his whole body went limp. It took a while before he recovered and was helped to stand firm by his men.
"Apologise." Wei Zhuang said.
Zhang Chan stared at Wei Zhuang with eyes full of anger, but was speechless. Finally, he turned to look at Yang Xingzhi beside him. Yang Xingzhi closed his eyes and nodded slightly.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Zhang Chan said with difficulty as he raised his hand to Feng Shuwan. Then he took his men and told the people around him.
However, the pedestrians around him dodged and looked aside. Wei Zhuang saw it and didn't care. After all, for the people, no matter how embarrassed Zhang Chan was, they couldn't afford to offend him.
After all this was over, Zhang Chan was helped into the car and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, Yang Xingzhi asked Wei Zhuang: "May I ask my name, would you like to make friends with me?"
Wei Zhuang shook the fan in his hand casually and replied: "No."
Then he took Feng Shuwan and Xiaoyu and walked away.
