"Why aren't you crawling?" Liu Erye's eyes shifted, revealing a fierce look as he reached out and grabbed Xie Ruofan's neck.
"Master Liu, it can't be that serious, it's just a small matter." He Xingyi reached out to pull him, but was stopped by Master Liu's attendant.
Xie Ruofan would rather die than submit.
Even though his neck had been pressed until it was covered in a bright red mark.
He still stood ramrod straight.
Seeing this, the servant picked up a long bench and swung it at Xie Ruofan's waist.
Just when the bench was only a fist's distance from Xie Ruofan's waist.
Lu Zhaofeng leaped in front of him and grabbed his wrist: "Where the hell did this meddlesome guy come from again?"
I could hear a man's incessant cursing and swearing.
Just the next second.
He could no longer call out.
The excruciating pain spread from his wrist throughout his body.
He grimaced, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Please spare my life, hero!"
Following the servant's screams.
Master Liu also looked over here. He moved his lips, but before he could speak, he did.
When his gaze swept across Lu Zhaofeng's eyes, half of his sharpness inexplicably diminished. When he spoke again, he was no longer as arrogant as before: "If you have nothing else to do, then go ahead and don't meddle in other people's business. We're just teaching these two ignorant scholars how to behave."
Lu Zhaofeng didn't speak, but stared at him intently, making Liu Erye's scalp tingle.
He suddenly curled the corner of his lips into a smile, a hint of coldness in it: "What if I decide to meddle in this?"
As Lu Zhaofeng spoke, he performed a dazzling set of boxing techniques, flowing smoothly like clouds and water.
The guards and servant boy beside Master Liu were all knocked to the ground.
Painful groans suddenly filled the entire teahouse.
"You!" Master Liu timidly took several steps back.
His lips twitched, and his voice lost its confidence: "Judging from your clothes and appearance, you are also a young master from a wealthy family. Could it be that you are not from this capital city and do not recognize me, Master Liu?"
“I am definitely not from this capital city. I only moved here with my father.” Lu Zhaofeng paused for a moment, his eyes turning cold: “No matter where you’re from, you can’t bully others just because you have more people. Is there no law anymore?”
"To be honest, the Grand Commandant of the current dynasty is my maternal uncle."
Whenever Uncle Liu mentioned his uncle, he exuded an undisguised sense of superiority.
But at this moment, it became his lifeline.
No matter how much trouble he had caused before, as long as his uncle was mentioned, the other party would always let it go.
But I never expected it.
When Lu Zhaofeng heard the name of the Grand Commandant, his face showed no panic. Instead, he asked with a hint of mockery, "The Grand Commandant you're talking about, is he Yin Tingpu, Lord Yin?"
Old Master Liu was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He asked with some uncertainty, "You...know my uncle?"
Lu Zhaofeng snorted coldly, said nothing, and gestured with his eyes for Xie Ruofan and He Xingyi to follow him out.
Watching the four people leave.
Master Liu quickly chased after him, asking, "May I ask who you are, young master?"
Lu Zhaofeng turned around and smiled faintly: "I am the one you just mentioned who was going to kowtow to you twice."
Lu Zhaolin slowed down a step and walked alongside him, turning to remind him, "He only said to kowtow twice, not 'bang bang'!"
Lu Zhaofeng: !!!
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