Chapter 91 Protection Fee

In a blink of an eye, November of the Xuanhuang Dynasty is about to pass, and it is rare to have auspicious snow in Wuyun City. Even if it snows, the snow in the southern capital is pink. Snowflakes float in the air like debris and melt on the ground. It can't stop people coming and going on this bustling road of Jiurufang.

In a blink of an eye, the road I stepped on was mixed with snowflakes. The hard clay road had softened a little and then became a little muddy. A book of "Miscellaneous Talks" is held in his hand, and the yellowed cover tells the age of the book. It is the historical lonely book that Han Feng spent a lot of money to buy from a declining eunuchs... A cup of slightly hot tea is in the celadon teacup, and the green and slightly rolled tea leaves floats in celadon... It is rare to be so quiet, Han Feng enjoys this winter time very much.

"Young master, a guest is coming."

A dark face emerged from the door, full of vicissitudes of life with uncontrollable joy. It was Uncle Ma that Han Feng met when he was in Wuhuang City. He tried to find this group of bitter friends and asked them to bring him the Chunyang old wine from Wushuang City on time. In order to ensure the original taste of the wine, he insisted on using the wine there. Because of the unique geographical climate of Xiling and the specialty goji can ensure that the quality of the wine will not be worse than that of Songhelou. He left Uncle Ma by his side to run the restaurant so that he could have a more stable life and no longer travel long distances. The sudden happiness made Uncle Ma grateful to this young man...

"Uncle Ma, how many times have I said, don't call me young master, just call me Han Feng..."

"Yes, young master." Uncle Ma rubbed his hands with a simple smile on his face. He already knew something about Han Feng and knew that this young man was not an ordinary person. In addition, he was grateful to Han Feng, but he refused to change his mouth. After calling too much, Han Feng didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore.

"Let's go and have a look." Han Feng stood up, carefully closed the book, flattened the creases left when turning the page, and carefully put the book flat on the bookcase. Han Feng turned around and walked to the front hall with Uncle Ma. Han Feng was also a little happy as the first guest in many days.

A topless young man is sitting obliquely on a chair in the main hall, with one foot raised on the seat under his buttocks, looking like the boss, my dick. The eyebrows bulged, like grass... Several plates of small dishes were placed in front of him, and the dark red spring wine was in the cup. It is enjoying itself...

Han Feng, who came through the hall, couldn't help frowning at a glance. This image is really unsatisfactory, but his self-restraint has made great progress. With a warm smile on his face, he walked to the man and saluted him slightly. He asked with a smile, "I don't know if the wine and dishes are suitable for your taste?"

Han Feng stood there with a smile on his face that was harmless, and his faint breath naturally had a refined temperament. Looking at the young man with rare light blonde hair in front of him. Zidaba, who used wine, was stunned and couldn't help moving half of his buttocks out. But a few glasses of wine have made him a little carried away.

A hiccup sounded, and he picked up a toothpick on the table and picked up the rotten meat between his teeth. He opened his mouth and spewed out a breath of wine and pushed the glass in his hand out. He glanced at Han Feng and asked, "Are you... the boss?"

Han Feng nod his head, yes, I am the owner of this fragrance-free restaurant. How about this spring wine?

"Well, good... what a fart."

The boy is not completely confused.

The smile on Han Feng's face gradually became uncomfortable. He could see that the person in front of him was not a noble guest, but seemed to be looking for trouble.

At this time, a voice sounded behind you, and your mouth was full of feces. Do you think you can't find a beat? It was Han Yan who spoke. He was sent by Mrs. Han to help Han Feng. Of course, she also meant to monitor him. Han Yan got used to following Lord Han Boping and got into a hot temper. In addition, it comes from the royal palace again. How can it pay attention to this kind of street gangster?

The young man stood up, put his foot on the stool, and pointed to Han Yan, damn it, your old... the boss hasn't... said anything, you... you, a man, actually said to me like this... He pointed to his nose again and said, you know... know, who is the old man?

Han Yan sneered and said, who wants to know you, an unpopular gangster, and I don't know where you came from. The pig and dog also want Master Han to know...

Han Feng stretched out his hand to stop Han Yan's words. He didn't want to cause trouble for no reason.

The young man became complacent. He thought that Han Feng was afraid of him and pointed to his nose and said, I, a smiling tiger on the bus. I don't know anyone in this Wuyun City. If you know each other, you can say it early in the morning to save trouble...

When he introduced himself, he did not stag. Han Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, scratched his fingers casually on his nose, and asked with great interest, oh! What is the way and why is there no way?

If you go to the road, just give us 1,000 taels of silver every month. Qi bus stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Han Feng. From then on, with us covering you in Jiurufang, the boss could make money by himself. Otherwise... He didn't say anything, showed his white teeth and sneered, and the threat was very obvious.

"We." Han Feng said softly, is there anyone else?

Qi bus showed a surprised look. Don't you know that my sect opened a shop on this acre of land? Could it be that his head was flooded? It seems that I want to teach you a good lesson and know who is the boss on the ground in Jiurufang...

Han Yan next to him sneered and shouted, whose uncle are you?

The Qi bus had been hot and flushed by the old wine, and he didn't see Han Feng's slightly cold face, otherwise he would not have gone on unscrupulously. With Han Feng's skills at this moment, he can kill many characters like Qi Daba... But now his skills and mind have reached a brand-new height, and he will not care about these inconspicuous little people.

At this moment, Qi Daba lifted his coat and put his hands in his waist. He looked like a boss and my second brother, as if he were making a speech. He knocked on his chest and said, "I, the eldest disciple of Qiu Baoqiu, the death knife in the Green Snake Gang... If you go to the road, who will embarrass you in the future, Benda I will rise up for you... The reputation of the smiling tiger Qi bus is very good..." Han Feng found the crude little green snake tattooed on his chest and said to himself, "This is the symbol of the Green Snake Gang.

"Huh... why is it a little cold?"

The smiling tiger, who was talking generously, suddenly fought a cold war. He stopped talking and looked at it in a blink of an eye. The snow outside was still pattering, like jade crumbs and Fu powder, and there was no change. Relying on his ability to do some fists and feet, he often opens his tendons as a sign to frick people, whether it is hot or winter. I have never felt cold, and I secretly said in my heart, is it because I am sick? But that feeling was instant, and he did not feel the coldness in Han Feng's eyes...

"Is that all?"

Han Feng smiled slightly, and there was no smile in his eyes. For such a poor and hateful little man, he disdained to dirty his hands.

"Well, that's all."

The smiling tiger was stunned and subconsciously nodded his head.

"Okay, you can go. By the way, put down the money for dinner.

Han Feng's eyes flashed with strange light, as if he could see people's hearts. The smiling tiger Qi bus shouted in a daze, took out an ingot of white silver from his arms, turned around and walked out blankly. Uncle Ma and Han Yan, who were beside her, were stunned. I don't know why this laughing tiger, which was still rampant just now, suddenly became so obedient. However, intuition must have something to do with the little master around him, but from their perspective, Han Feng is elegant and warm, like ordinary people... He adds a layer of mystery to the little master in his heart.

The snow outside is still falling one after another, with red walls and blue roofs in the distance, and the houses are gradually covered by thin white. The muddy roads nearby have also turned black and white. Pedestrians are becoming scarce, the wind blows, and the snowflakes begin to dance...

A piercing cold wind blew, and the smiling tiger was excited, and his mind recovered in an instant. He found himself walking on the road in an indistinguishable direction, and the spotted muddy water covered his trouser legs...

He began to recall the previous events and couldn't help but feel a chill from the bottom of his heart. For a moment, he even forgot the cold outside. What a evil door. There seems to be a magic in the young man's eyes. Just looking at him, his mind is no longer controlled by his brain and obediently follow the other party's words...

"Is it possible to see a ghost in the daytime..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look around. If it hadn't been for the day, he would have collapsed into a pile of mud. Even so, he couldn't control his legs and trembling like sieves. I want to take steps, but I can't use my legs...

Han Feng is sitting lazily on the Taishi chair in the store and listening to Han Yan introduce him to the recent situation in Wuyun City. Although he has lived in Wuyun City for more than ten years, this is not his concern. I have traveled all over the country, so I am not very familiar with the underground world of Wuyun City. Han Yan is introducing some of what she knows to him.

Han Yan was originally a clever young man, with a talkative mouth, so she spoke vividly. Although she knew something limited, she also told the hearsay in a while, so that Han Feng understood seven out of ten...

In troubled times, people will join various community gangs to protect themselves. Even some good people are not immune from vulgarity. Otherwise, it will be squeezed by the government or various forces. The current Xuanhuang Dynasty is surging, and the people are living. In this end of the world, all kinds of forces are quietly thinking and are trying to gather their strength to seek the greatest interests. Ming and secretly, making some preparations for the future... A large part of the power of the government has been squeezed out. Under this*, Wuyuncheng, as the power center and economic center of the Xuanhuang Dynasty, is full of various forces and complex relationships. There are countless big nets intertwined in light and secret. Countless gangs of all sizes are countless...

[Fare, your collection is my greatest motivation, and supporting newcomers is your greatest virtue.]