"Who dares to talk nonsense here? Why don't you get out right away?" Song Bingyan, who was happily introducing the dishes to Su Tie, his face suddenly sank when he heard the voice outside the door.
While shouting, he got up to investigate.
At this moment, the door of the box suddenly opened, and then a strong wind roared in, causing Song Bingyan's eyes to hurt, and he quickly covered his face with his hands.
I saw him rubbing his eyes and asking loudly: "Old Liu, what's going on in your store? Why is there such a strong wind?"
While he was shouting, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The location they were currently on was on the second floor of Longxing House. There were walls all around, so it was impossible for the wind to blow in.
Thinking of this, he quickly exposed a slit with his fingertips and looked forward.
Wherever he looked, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and an elegant appearance stepped in.
Seeing the person coming clearly, Song Bingyan's expression changed slightly.
Although he didn't know the identity of this person, the irresistible majesty exuded by him made him dare not underestimate him.
Even so, he still mustered up the courage, pointed at the middle-aged man, and asked in a deep voice: "Old guy, did you say that sentence just now?"
"You are too young to speak rudely." The elegant man did not respond, but suddenly waved his hand.
The wine glass that was originally placed in front of Song Bingyan exploded in an instant, and the wine glass shattered all over Song Bingyan's face.
Although he covered it with his hands in time, the glass shards still caused a lot of blood marks on Song Bingyan's arms and cheeks.
Facing this scene, Song Bingyan froze on the spot. He stared blankly at the elegant man, not daring to say a word for a long time.
You know, the two of them were five or six meters apart, and the other party just waved his hand and instantly shattered the wine glass in front of him. If the other party wanted to kill him, wouldn't it be just as simple?
The elegant man didn't say any more, but slowly sat down opposite Su Tie and Song Bingyan, picked up a wine glass, and began to pour himself a drink.
Seeing this scene, Song Bingyan suddenly looked confused. He looked at Su Tie and then at the elegant man, somewhat confused as to what he meant by this.
For no reason, he mocked them in front of their box door, and then started drinking by himself, which really made him confused.
But even though he was full of questions, thinking of the scene just now, he didn't dare to ask any more questions and could only sit there frozen.
"May I ask, senior, what's the purpose of coming here this time?" At this moment, Su Tie suddenly asked with a smile.
"Haha, do you still have the heart to ask me, do you really know how much trouble you have caused until the knife is placed on your neck?" the elegant man said coldly, and then picked up the wine glass again and took a sip.
Hearing his words, Song Bingyan couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Senior, what do you mean when you say the knife is placed on the neck?"
"Do you know who the young man you injured just now is?" The elegant man did not respond to Song Bingyan's question, but asked instead.
"You are talking about the boy named Wu. I heard that he seems to be from the young master of Chengjiang Trading. He should be a rich second generation, right?" Song Bingyan asked with a smile.
Hearing this, the elegant man smiled disdainfully and said coldly: "He is not just a rich second generation, he is also the most valued subordinate around Master Cui. If he offends him, even gods will have a hard time surviving."
"Master Cui, who is that person? Could he be a monk from some temple?" Song Bingyan looked at the elegant man in confusion.
In his impression, those who are called masters are either monks and Taoists, or they are charlatans who tell fortunes.
Just hearing his words, Su Tie, who was sitting next to him drinking tea, almost spit out a mouthful of water.
Generally speaking, in the world of martial arts, warriors who have reached the innate realm of cultivation can be called masters. As a warrior, the elegant man, Master Cui, is obviously an innate strong man, not something else.
Monks in the temple.
However, he can also understand that although the martial arts world and the secular world are closely connected, there is still an invisible barrier between them, and not everyone can touch this circle.
Although Song Bingyan is a child of a wealthy family in Yanjing, it is obvious that he has never been exposed to the martial arts world. It is normal that he does not know the title of master.
After pondering for a moment, he turned to look at the elegant man with an expression as if he had eaten a fly, and said with a smile: "Senior, thank you for reminding me, but... you are not here to watch the fun.
Bar?"
"Haha, of course not, I'm here to save you." The elegant man replied calmly.
Without waiting for Su Tie to respond, he continued: "The scene where you taught Wu Tao a lesson just happened to be seen by me and a few of my old friends. We are also extremely disgusted with the boy named Wu. Now,
If you are doing harm to the people, and we see you are in trouble, naturally we cannot just sit idly by and ignore it."
"So?" Su Tie asked with interest.
"So, let's discuss it and try our best to send you out of Shuzhou as soon as possible. It's best to send you out of China and hide away for a while." The elegant man said in a deep voice.
Hearing what the other party said, Su Tie immediately shook his head and said with a smile: "Senior, I understand your kindness, but... I didn't do anything wrong, why should I hide?"
"There is no right or wrong in matters in the martial arts world. If you hurt that boy named Wu, Master Cui will definitely not let you go. When he takes action personally, even if I and a few of my old friends come forward together, we may not be able to let you go."
I can protect you." Seeing Su Tie's indifferent expression, Feng Chun said anxiously.
"Senior, although I don't know who Master Cui you are talking about is, don't underestimate us. My brother Su is extremely powerful." Song Bingyan said quickly.
The elegant man sneered and said in a deep voice: "At the peak of external strength, in front of ordinary people, he is passable, but in the martial arts world, especially in front of Master Cui, he is like an ant."
"Ant... an ant." Song Bingyan couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect that with Su Tie's strength, he was just an ant in front of Master Cui, so what was his ability as a three-legged cat?
After hesitating for a while, he quickly continued: "There is no need to say more about Brother Su's strength. I am a descendant of the Song family in Yanjing. Many important officials in Shuzhou's political circles have close contacts with my father. If he dares to touch us,
I can put him in jail right away."
"Haha, you may not know that there are not hundreds but dozens of wealthy children who died under Master Cui. A few years ago, there was a man named Zhang Hehao. It is said that he was a child of a big family in Yanjing.
After being killed by Master Cao, the so-called Zhang family didn't even dare to let go." Feng Chun chuckled and shook his head.
His tone was calm, but when he heard his words, Song Bingyan's eyes almost popped out...