Chapter 315 Slap

"Uncle Ma, is the business good?"

Han Feng said with a smile. He didn't expect that Uncle Ma would make an inconspicuous fragrance-free house so popular. Come to think of it, I'm really not a business man...

Although Uncle Ma was dressed very brightly, he was still familiar and honest in front of Han Feng. He smiled bitterly and said, "Young master, don't laugh at Lao Ma. All of this is not your credit." Han Feng thought it was Lao Ma who was polite to him. He said, "No, you still have a good business. I'm afraid it would have been closed in my hands..." He said jokingly.

Uncle Ma's face became a little anxious, "It's really your credit. If you hadn't laid the foundation, brought this Chunyang old wine, and rescued those disaster victims outside, as well as the help of the Green Snake Gang She and others, how could Wuxiangju be as large as it is now?" ..."

"It seems that Wuxiangju is very popular?"

Han Feng changed a topic. Uncle Ma was about to speak. At this time, the stairs of the restaurant sounded, and a little boy dressed in blue rushed down the stairs. He rushed to Han Feng in a few steps...

"Boss, Li Lou's place is... I'm urging you, but you are always fast... Hurry up, don't let adults dislike us for being slow... Treat others slowly." He was breathless and obviously worried. Sweating all over.

Uncle Ma's face darkened, and the little two couldn't help but be stunned. He rarely saw the boss lose his temper. Han Feng was also a little surprised. In his mind, Lao Ma always looked simple and honest, rarely like today...

"Tell Lord Li Lou that Lao Ma was a little uncomfortable today and retired early. We invited Wuxiangju to his banquet, and we don't need to spend a copper coin..."

The little two couldn't react, and he was still bravely saying, "Is that so? Will the waiter have any other ideas? You should know that he is from the imperial court..."

Laoma was a little angry, "You stinky boy doesn't have long eyes and didn't see the prince come back. He is our Wuxiangju boss. Today, there is a big thing to put aside..." If Uncle Ma is really stubborn, he can't pull back nine cows... Xiao Er finally turned a little counterattack. He stared at Han Feng in front of him with wide eyes, "Boss?!" Suddenly, I remembered Mr. Han Feng, who Uncle Ma often talked about. Although he looks burly and elegant, is the young man with long light golden hair casually tied to the back of his head with a black belt. Although his eyes are shining, he does not have the prestige of martial arts practitioners...

Han Feng smiled and said, "Uncle Ma, go ahead and leave me alone... It seems that the business of the restaurant is inseparable from you... Ha ha, I've always liked quietness, and it's not that you don't know. Uncle Ma said, "When you come back, it's a big deal. Everything will be thrown away..."

At this time, a majestic voice passed through loudly and suppressed the noisy sound in the restaurant.

"Okay, Lao Ma, go ahead. I'm here."

Han Feng turned their heads and looked, and a tall and burly figure appeared at the brown stairs. With a wild face, he held a huge wine jar in his hand. But the wine jar was in his hand, as if holding a toy...

Han Feng's eyes lit up, "Crazy Black Brother."

In two steps, the burly figure has stepped in front of several people. Suddenly, he bowed down and said respectfully, "Brother Hei, see the master." His expression is very sincere, and he doesn't look abrupt. Han Feng's blue sleeves gently brushed out, and a traceless breeze blew by. The crazy black brother felt a burst of irresistible power. One of his bodies did not stand. For a moment, when he reacted, his body had stood straight. Everything happened in a moment, and several people around him did not find that there was a strange look on the face of the crazy black brother, and the eyes he looked at Han Feng had changed...

It turns out that this crazy black brother has always been good wine, and he can't live without the things in the cup every day, especially after drinking the old wine of Chunyang, and he is even more greedy for this thing. Today, the wine jar was empty, so I came to fill a jar. He didn't think that he happened to meet Han Feng, who had not been masked for a long time, and he was naturally happy, but his face was like the bottom of the pot, so that people could not see any expression...

Han Feng turned to Lao Ma and said, "Uncle Ma, you can go first. There is a black brother here to accompany me." The old horse was about to speak when a manic and arrogant voice came...

"I said, Lao Ma, do you still want to open this shabby store? Lord Lilou eats here to give you face. I didn't expect you to be shameless. Believe it or not, men will tear down your shabby shop..."

The smile on Han Feng's face froze...

Lao Ma's face was full of smiles in an instant. He turned his head and looked at him. In the eyes of everyone, a big black man came over. The man's figure was not inferior to that of Brother Hei. While walking, he was full of wind. The stairs trembled, and the eyebrows on his face were ferocious. At first glance, he was not a kind person. The bloody atmosphere made the people around him avoid it from afar, as if he were hiding from the plague god...

"Lord, how can you go downstairs in person? Lao Ma, I'm going now. It's a small matter that has been delayed... Ha..."

While Lao Ma spoke, there was an indelible smile on his face, and his eyes were almost invisible. It seemed that he was not angry at all because of the rudeness between the man's words just now. Perhaps it was Lao Ma's laughter that made the other party's anger lose the target of the attack. He snorted coldly and said, "You know it, otherwise... Humph..." He didn't say anything, but the fool could guess the meaning of his words...

"Otherwise?"

A faint voice sounded. Although the sound was very small, it clearly came into the other party's ears. The black-faced man was stunned, and later a pair of fierce eyes turned to the sounding place. Just now, he scolded Lao Ma in his heart, but he didn't notice the people next to him, and it can also be seen that he is arrogant...

A pair of indifferent and deep eyes were looking at him quietly, and there was no blink in his bloody eyes. Looking at him, it's like looking at a passer-by A and passer-by B... He has never seen such a calm person under his vicious eyes. The muscles on the face couldn't help beating...

"Who are you?"

Although he is arrogant, irritable and fierce, he is not an ignorant person. A person who can be so indifferent in his eyes should not be an ordinary person. So he doesn't dare to make it easy...

"You don't deserve to know."

Light words come out of young people's mouths like the wind, like saying a very ordinary thing. The black-faced man became more and more hesitant...

"My son." The old horse next to him gently pulled Han Feng's skirt. He knew the details of the black man in front of him. Although the other party was not a great figure, the person behind him was a figure who stomped and stamped his feet in Wuyun City. Therefore, he had always been honest, but he had been around the world for a long time. Naturally, he did not want Han Feng to cause trouble... .. He knew that although Han Feng was soft on his face, he belonged to the kind of person who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside...

Han Feng gently said to Lao Ma, "Uncle Ma, don't worry about today's affairs. Speaking of Wuxiangju, I can also be a little master, can't I?"

Lao Ma said in a hurry and said in horror, "What can I say? This fragranceless residence is originally yours. Lao Ma is just doing something for you. Don't embarrass Lao Ma..."

Han Feng opened his mouth and was about to speak when the black-faced man suddenly said, "Are you the boss of this fragranceless?"

Han Feng still looked indifferent. He glanced at the other party, "It can also be said."

The black-faced man's voice suddenly became louder, "The owner of a small restaurant looks like this. Do you know who I am?"

Maybe he heard that Han Feng was not a great person, and his confidence suddenly came up again. The stomach is unconsciously high. I ask you, do I deserve to know?"

"I don't deserve it."

The big man's eyes have been staring. A cold voice next to him suddenly came, "After waiting for threelans, just slap him to death. Why do you have to spend so much effort with him?" Although the black-faced man is burly, he is just the beginning of scattered flowers. Naturally, he lacks a plate of dishes in his eyes...

The black man's body suddenly trembled, and he felt a cool chill seeping into his muscles and bones. He turned his head and looked at him with a pair of indifferent eyes. The owner of that look is a man like an iron tower. His eyes looked at him coldly, which were like looking at a cat or a dog on the street, full of unspeakable contempt and disdain, which made him dare not look directly, because the other party looked at him more like a dead man. The fierceness in his eyes made him cold directly from his forehead to the soles of his feet...

"You... Who are you?" The moment of panic just now made him not hear the other party's name for Han Feng for a moment. "The servant of Li Lou drinks here. I am the deputy commander of the iron guard of Lord Li Lou, and Xie Jue, who has the title of third-class lord. If you don't want to do more in this Wuyun City, leave quickly...

"Your grandfather." The Mad Black Brother's temper was irritable. He snorted angrily, "It's just a dog. I don't think any waiter and waiter behind you is a good bird..."

"Bold, dare to insult the waiter, you really don't want to live."

The black-faced man roared. He thought of the Chiyan Xuntian of the adult behind him. He was not alone, and he couldn't help strengthening his courage. It's really a little powerful to launch the power. At this moment, there are many people standing far away from upstairs and downstairs. At this moment, watching the disengage and power, they can't help playing drums for Han Feng and others secretly...

"You bitches..." He was about to open his mouth to curse.

Han Feng's faint voice sounded, "Palm."

As soon as his words fell, two loud and loud voices came into everyone's ears. I don't know when there was a big man like a black iron tower in front of Xie Jue. It's the crazy black brother.

Although the two are about the same height, people feel that Xie Jue is as pitiful as a chicken in front of each other. His face was swollen, and red blood flowed from the corners of his purple mouth...

"You...!!!"