The sudden curse made Chen Feifan and the others look curiously at the door of a teahouse not far ahead. 【Read the latest chapter】
I saw a young man about twenty years old, thinly dressed, with a dirty face and bare feet. He was holding the waiter's arm and begging: "Brother, please do it! I can't do anything." If you are willing to work, you don’t ask for money, as long as you can have enough to eat!” The waiter pulled his arm, but the poor boy hugged him tightly and refused to pull it out. He quickly kicked him on the waist and cursed: “Here! Get out of here, we are doing business here, not a place for charity."
The poor boy felt pain in his waist. He let go of his hand and sat down on the ground, crying: "Brother, I really know how to make tea. Just let me try it!"
Seeing the poor boy being kicked to the ground by him, the waiter felt guilty and quickly persuaded you: "I told you just now, no matter whether you can make tea or not, we don't want to be a beggar. You’d better go to other stores and check it out!”
"Boy, what are you doing?" A slightly fat man walked out.
"Shopkeeper, I..."
Before the waiter finished speaking, he was stopped by the shopkeeper with a wave of his hand. He glanced arrogantly at the poor boy who was still sitting on the ground and kicked him hard in the chest. The poor boy cried out in pain, He fell to the ground and had no strength to get up. The shopkeeper glanced at the ground with a worldly look, turned around and said to the waiter next to him: "Why are you talking so much nonsense to this beggar? If there is such a beggar in the future, just give him How many kicks did they have? Hey, don’t you think you are being honest now! Okay! Go inside and greet the guests."
"That's unreasonable!" Zhang Xiaohua, who was not far away, threw away Chen Feifan and Xiao Mufeng's dissuasion and walked quickly towards the teahouse.
The shopkeeper saw Zhang Xiaohua coming to the door. Although his clothes were not gorgeous, there were two people following him not far behind him. He thought it was some rich man arriving, so he quickly asked with a smile on his face: "Guests! How many of you are there?" What kind of tea do you want?”
Zhang Xiaohua didn't answer, but suddenly kicked the shopkeeper in the chest. Although Zhang Xiaohua didn't use much force, he was a martial arts practitioner after all. This kick caught the shopkeeper off guard, and his whole body slid on the ground for several steps before he stopped. .
Everyone in the entire teahouse was dumbfounded and looked at Zhang Xiaohua one by one.
Zhang Xiaohua glared around and said, "What are you looking at? What's there to see? He looks down on others. I'm just retaliating with a kick."
By the time Chen Feifan and Xiao Mufeng rushed to the door, this had already happened. The two looked at each other, smiled bitterly and helped the poor boy lying on the ground up. At this time, the poor boy was already in a trance and could not even move. He didn't have the energy to raise his eyes, let alone speak.
The shopkeeper tried several times while lying on the ground. Finally, with the help of the waiter, he stood up with difficulty. He stared at Zhang Xiaohua and said fiercely: "Boy, if you have the guts, don't run away. I'll call for someone to come and ask you and me today." That beggar can’t even think of walking out.”
Zhang Xiaohua clasped his arms and said, "Haha! Come on! Am I still afraid of you?"
"Okay! Very good!" The shopkeeper turned around and whispered a few instructions to the waiter beside him. The waiter nodded and ran to the room inside.
"Third brother, don't cause trouble again! Let's leave quickly!" Xiao Mufeng reminded softly.
Seeing the shopkeeper opposite leaning against the counter, looking at him calmly, as if looking at a dead person, the fire in Zhang Xiaohua's heart suddenly burned: "Brother, second brother, you go first! I’d like to see who he has coming over.”
Chen Feifan leaned the half-dead poor boy against Xiao Mufeng and said, "Mufeng, take this brother back to the inn first, and leave this place to me and Xiaohua."
Just when Xiao Mufeng was about to answer, someone suddenly shouted from the street behind him: "No one can leave!" Then the footsteps of seven or eight people came closer and closer.
The shopkeeper looked outside with a happy face and said: "Gang Leader Huang, you are finally here!"
Gang leader Huang nodded and waved his hand, and seven of his men immediately formed a circle, surrounding Chen Feifan and the other four.
Gang Leader Huang looked at the three young men in front of him who did not carry any weapons and were not dressed in fancy clothes. They must have come from ordinary families. There was also a beggar who was as angry as a gossamer. He guessed that he had no background. He quickly put on a arrogant look and was not in a hurry. He said nonchalantly: "Boy, why don't you look at this place? This is your uncle Huang's territory. How dare you run wild here?"
Looking at the seven people surrounding him, Zhang Xiaohua tightly held the umbrella handle in his hand and frowned: "How come there are dogs that bite people in every town?"
"Boy, you're looking for death." A kid on the right punched Zhang Xiaohua on the right side of his face.
The punch speed was too slow and the strength was insufficient, so it could not pose a threat to Zhang Xiaohua. Before the fist could reach, Zhang Xiaohua raised his right hand, and the tip of the umbrella had already touched the man's chin.
The little one was so frightened that he quickly retracted his right arm when his lower jaw was hit unexpectedly. The other six people were also shocked by Zhang Xiaohua's skill.
Of course, Gang Leader Huang also saw that scene, and glared at the shopkeeper in the room, as if blaming him for causing a bunch of troublesome people. After being glared at by Gang Leader Huang, the shopkeeper hurriedly leaned against the boss who had now returned. The waiter's body walked towards the back room with his support.
Seeing this situation, most of the people drinking tea in the teahouse left, some of them without paying their bills. The remaining small group of people sat in the back and watched the lively scene that was about to happen at the door.
Chen Feifan doesn't want to cause trouble. After all, both brothers have enemies. The best way is to take advantage of the situation before it becomes a big deal and reduce the big problems to minor ones.
"Brothers, that was a misunderstanding. I will apologize to everyone on behalf of my brother. Let's forget it!" Chen Feifan pulled Zhang Xiaohua in front of him, turned around and bowed to Gang Leader Huang.
Zhang Xiaohua turned around with anger on his face. He turned around and was about to speak, but was stopped by Xiao Mufeng's eyes at the side.
Seeing the sincerity on Chen Feifan's face, Gang Leader Huang laughed and said, "Just apologize, it won't be a big deal!"
The three of them were overjoyed, and Zhang Xiaohua now regretted his impulsive behavior just now.
"But!" Gang Leader Huang glanced at the expressions of the three of them jokingly and said, "My brothers and I can't come in vain. The big business we just wanted to do has been ruined. We don't want any compensation from you, so we just give you We have a piece of gold, so that we can give an explanation to my brothers."
"A piece of gold? You might as well go and rob!" Zhang Xiaohua was really angry this time.
Chen Feifan finally understood what it means to be kind and bullied. He glanced at Xiao Mufeng and told him to protect the poor boy, and said word by word to Gang Leader Huang: "It seems that truth must be fought for with fists."
Chen Feifan and the other three were standing right at the entrance of the teahouse, Zhang Xiaohua was at the very back, Xiao Mufeng was sandwiched in the middle because he was supporting the poor boy, and Chen Feifan was the closest to the door.
It's still raining outside, but it's much lighter than before. The drizzle makes people feel refreshed and comfortable, but heavy rain makes people feel slippery and cold. Everything has its two sides.
"It's a good idea that we still have to fight for it with fists." Gang Leader Huang mocked: "Let me see, do you have more fists, or do we have more fists?"
"Everyone, come on!" Someone suddenly said, and a fight suddenly broke out. . ..
