The horse neighed a long time, and the carriage slowly stopped in front of the friend escort agency on Qianmen Street. Ye Zhao jumped out of the carriage and felt a little angry. Gui Lao San called himself good-looking, right? On the second day of his wedding, he asked Dachun to fight in a group and use a knife. It turned out that he wanted to say goodbye to me, so he was a little popular in the news, right?

Song Yanchao, the head of the escort agency, had been waiting for a long time and rushed up to pay his respects to Ye Zhao. He felt helpless. The man from the escort camp and the escort camp fought together, but came to his escort agency and said that the situation was spacious. Mr. Song was the "sacred fist" of Jinkouxu, the seventh prince of the Shenji Camp. When fighting and using a knife, Mr. Song was there, he was just open and honest.

But one is Gui Beizi and the other is Da Liuye. They are all people who are used to being arrogant in the yellow belt. If something happens, who can afford it?

Following Song Yanchao, Ye Zhao passed through the hall and came to the martial arts performance venue in the backyard. The bluestone brick floor was indeed spacious, but now it was noisy like a vegetable market. People of forty or fifty were all strong men, not wearing official uniforms, and they were all full of braids with braids in their mouths and holding bright guys in their hands. They seemed to be about to take action if they had a disagreement.

"Brother, why did you disturb you? Look at what you said, today is your happy day. Why do you say you are here for a while? You are here!" Dachun, who was pointing at Gui Rong's nose, suddenly saw Ye Zhao entering the martial arts venue accompanied by Song Yanchao. He hurried over and nodded with Bakesh and Alhatu who were following Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao glared: "You kid still knows my happy days? Why can't you calm down?"

Gui Rong laughed over there: "What if you say about Brother Jing, you are righteous! Da Liuer, you are a good friend." He is a fat white man, and he looks tired and breathless when he takes two steps.

Ye Zhao glanced at him squintedly, snorted, and said to Dachun: "You kid, too. If you don't have that rooster feather, don't pretend to be an eagle for me. If you really beat me, why do you go outside the city and come to the escort agency? Isn't this a difficult person, Mr. Song?"

Song Yanchao hurriedly smiled: "It's not a problem, it's not a problem. I understand it all, I understand it all."

Seeing that Ye Zhao was really angry, Dachun didn't dare to retaliate and muttered, "Lady Gui asked us to come, who knew he had chosen such a nonsense."

Gui Rong's face was red and white. He knew that Ye Zhao was talking to him. His face sank. He turned the steel ball in his hand and walked to Ye Zhao step by step, glanced at Ye Zhao and said, "What? Brother Jing'er means we are running outside the city?"

Ye Zhao seemed to have just seen him, and laughed and bowed, "It turned out to be Gui Beizi. I said, asking around Beijing City, who has such a great face to invite the man from the Forward Camp to help the boxing." As he said that, his face darkened and he shouted to the people in the yard: "If you don't want to sue, get out of here!"

The big guy was all stuck and stared at him. This brother Jing was not an idle royal family. He had just returned from outside. The minister of the scattered rank in the guard camp was so official that he had to do it. The Eight Banners soldiers fought against each other, and the charges were not light.

A few of them secretly moved towards the Moon Gate.

Gui Rong rolled his eyes and said disdainfully: "Brother Jing, please don't use your official power to scare people. Let me tell you today, here! We don't have any Beizi, no prince, and no idle servants! Today I want to tell you that in Beijing, you, Brother Jing, are not even birds, are not even birds!" As he said that, he spat hard on the ground.

Those who wanted to escape stopped. Since Gui Beizi was carrying it, what could we do? We can't become a coward.

Ye Zhao frowned slightly, looked at Gui Rong, and said, "What? Gui Beizi wants to see blood today? That's what, Chun'er, Gui Beizi can respect you, you can get close to Gui Beizi."

However, Gui Rong subconsciously took a few steps back and asked him to fight Dachun alone. He really didn't dare to do so, and he was not an opponent.

Song Yanchao saw that his words became more and more furious, and he was so anxious, but he didn't dare to interrupt. Who are these people? They are all idle all day long and are afraid that no one will come to provoke him. They are all full and are used to asking for trouble. At this time, they are interrupted by themselves. If they say something unpleasantly, they will offend anyone in the escort agency.

"Brother Jing, I'll tell you to see blood today!" Gui Rong, who hid behind the soldiers from the Forward Battalion, felt embarrassed and shouted in anger, "Get them all over! If you beat me up, you will be useless, and I will be beaten up and betray me, Gui Sandou!"

A chaotic battle was about to begin, and suddenly there was a loud "bang". Bakesh had an extra musket in his hand. Just as everyone was stuck, Alhatu's musket in his hand fired six shots in a row, and the flower pot on the rockery opposite was smashed to pieces.

No one dared to rush up, and they all looked at the guys in Baksh and Alhatu's hands in daze.

"I've made this ten consecutive sounds. I think how many heads do you have? Then thorn!" Bakesh looked careless and said nothing, without blinking his eyes.

The boys in the forward camp's faces changed. Where did the firearms come from? They are so cunning!

"Brother Jing, you are not a man! You are not a man in Beijing by relying on foreign things to scare the man in Beijing, you are not a man!" Gui Rong was fat and fat, but his mind was fast.

Ye Zhao smiled and said lightly: "Want to really scare you? I didn't leave the empty space just now, just look at your head!" As he said that, Ye Zhao aimed at him and aimed at him, which scared Gui Rong to take a few more steps back.

Ye Zhao snorted and said, "It's a man from Beijing. Then just have to do it with foreigners and have hair. If you are the one who is your own people, how many scars you are considered to be able to do it? If you want me, you're so beautiful!"

"It's all gone, go what you should do!" Ye Zhao's eyes slowly swept across everyone's faces. No one dared to look at him. Whether it was from the Knight Camp or the Forward Camp, they all walked out with dejected expressions.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Gui Rong wanted to thrust away, but was shocked to find two men like iron towers blocking him.

"Brother Jing, what do you mean?" Gui Rong shouted at Ye Zhao with a stern look on his face.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "We haven't gotten it next time, do you understand? I won't bully you today! I will admit my mistake by placing wine for Lao Liu in Changchun Tower in a few days!"

Seeing that he refused to agree to this situation, not only could he not get out, but he was afraid that he would be beaten up, Gui Rong had to nod his head hatred.
Chapter completed!