This man is tall and impressive, but from his falcon-like eyes, it can be seen that he is not an upright person.
As if he was used to such tense scenes, the curator stood at the front and looked at Jiang Li and the others carefully, and finally fell on Fubao.
"Are you from the Jiang family?" the man said.
Jiang Yuan sneered: "It seems that we still know each other. Why don't we pretend not to know each other this time? Is it because we are afraid that we can't defeat our Jiang family? Are you, Wu Zhuangyuan, so timid and afraid of trouble? Aren't you just trying to provoke someone because of your favor?
Our Jiang family? Why are you so scared now?"
The man curled his lips: "Jiang family members, we didn't provoke you, why did we say such evil things?"
"Really? Didn't it happen that you guys severely injured Ruihua in Rongping Town?" Jiang Li said angrily.
Sure enough, the man said with a confused look on his face: "Ruihua was dismissed from the martial arts school by us a long time ago. Is he developing in Rongping Town now? Dear generals and families, we have no contact with him anymore, so how can we go to Rongping Town?"
Beat him..."
Even though Jiang Li had pointed out the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, the owner of the martial arts gym still looked like he didn't want to admit it.
"Okay, you don't admit it, right? Then I'll let you admit it." Jiang Li pretended to step forward and grab the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks for interrogation.
The director immediately stood in front of Jiang Li: "Prince Jiang, if you have something to say, our martial arts gym is not so easy to be bullied. Your Jiang family has great power in Beijing, but we will not succumb to the powerful. Such nonsense
Don't even think about placing any accusation on our heads."
The man spoke righteously, as if he had been greatly wronged.
The thugs on one side suddenly started making noises, asking the Jiang family to stop bullying others and to give them some words to explain.
Upon hearing this, several people in Jiang Li had veins on their foreheads.
Mrs. Jiang stepped forward and looked at the owner coldly, then at the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
"You said we wronged you? Do you have evidence?"
"Evidence?" The man was stunned.
"Do we still need evidence to prove that you are wronged?" he said with some humor.
"Since we don't need evidence, what evidence do we need to beat you?" Mrs. Jiang's words stunned these people, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.
I didn't expect them to be so unreasonable.
"You are using strong words to make excuses." The man took a step back and pointed at Mrs. Jiang.
"Yes, I didn't make sense, but now I do." Mrs. Jiang sneered, "Although our Jiang family has always been peaceful, we are not so easy to bully. As the eldest princess, I am not someone like you who can accuse and insult you at will.
, just by your actions, I can convict you, and now you are still saying that we have no evidence to beat you?"
"This..." The man put away his hand in horror.
After watching Mrs. Jiang pause for a long time, he trembled, bowed and saluted.
"Greetings to Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess. I am rude to you. Please don't blame me." His words seemed very sincere, but Mrs. Jiang sneered.
"You have defected to Wu Zhuangyuan, right?" Her sudden words silenced the stunned curator and thugs.
"Since it was Wu Zhuangyuan who ordered us to do this to our Jiang family, it was also Wu Zhuangyuan's intention." Mrs. Jiang's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the people in the martial arts hall in front of her.
Their bodies immediately trembled or they felt withdrawn.
"Your Highness, the Princess, is serious. We didn't know what happened to Ruihua. It has nothing to do with us or Wu Zhuangyuan." Mrs. Jiang looked at the curator's beautiful words, but she forgot that Mrs. Jiang just said
How to deter him.
"I said there is no evidence, but we are the evidence. Since you beat him, don't blame us for beating you."
Cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead. He knew that the Jiang family was difficult to get along with, but he didn't realize that it was not that simple. He didn't know why Wu Zhuangyuan wanted them to treat the Jiang family like this.
I'm afraid I can't hide now.
The curator smiled deeply and said: "Your Highness, Princess, are you being unreasonable?"
He tried his best to straighten his back, but Mrs. Jiang didn't seem to care and laughed: "I know you don't dare to admit it, but if it makes sense, then it seems that I can do the same, and I believe you don't dare to go either.
Go ahead and sue."
Mrs. Jiang's words frightened all the thugs present, and they were all confused. But the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks immediately came out and shouted.
"You are unreasonable. Yes, I will sue you. Your Majesty will give us a satisfactory answer when the time comes. You, the Jiang family, can't afford to bully the common people. Everyone, how many of them are there? So many of us are afraid of them.
what are you doing?"
The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks seemed to have given these people a reassurance. They immediately calmed down and looked like hungry wolves in their eyes, wanting to tear Fubao and the others apart.
But looking closely, not to mention Old Mrs. Jiang, even the youngest baby didn't show any fear at all. On the contrary, he smiled like a strategist.
What's happening here?
All the thugs looked shocked.
At this moment, Fu Bao took the lead. She stretched out her hand and attacked the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
The little baby's hand didn't seem to have any strength at all. The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks just turned slightly, thinking that he could escape. Who knew that the strength of Fu Bao's hand was not weak at all, and it was also carrying a strong wind. He gave him a blow as soon as he got in.
Fist, followed by a severe beating.
"Stop!" the curator yelled.
The thugs were also aroused and were about to rush forward, but Jiang Li suddenly stood in front of them.
With an elegant figure, he can defeat ten people by himself.
And the same is true for Mrs. Jiang.
Jiang Yuan's silver needle rustled outward, and as the silver needle flew past, a person fell down.
Jiang Shou was calm, advancing steadily and standing behind Mrs. Jiang to prevent anyone from making a surprise attack.
Fu Bao beat the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks until he cried bitterly. The curator on the side could not get close at all. After beating him for a while, she took the curator with her and beat him until his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and his butt was bruised. It was so funny.
A group of people roared, cried and begged for mercy, but they were isolated by the closed door.
A quarter of an hour passed.
The ground was full of messes, there were blood stains, weapons, and some people had their hair pulled out.
Facing the confused eyes of these wailing people, Fubao immediately wiped the blood from these people on his body, hands and clothes, and the rest of the Jiang family also followed suit.
At this moment, someone came in with soldiers and horses.
When he opened the door, he saw Fubao and the others running away crying and howling, their bodies covered in blood.
The moment the man opened the door, he fell straight to the ground.