Chapter 25 Restaurant Incident (3)
"Are you afraid of him?"
"Alas, I have been his punching bag since I was a child. Fan Zhiqin is superior to him, so he takes out his anger on me."
Song Qianzhao was silent for a while, then sighed softly: "Really... asking for a beating..."
While Fan Zhiyu was talking to Song Qianzhao, Fan Zhijue also lost interest in teasing Wang Feng. He stepped back a few steps and ordered his minions behind him: "Smash them and drive them out. Anyone who dares to resist will be beaten to death!"
Wang Feng's eyes were red. He pulled his wife behind him to block her, clenched the scissors tightly in his hand, and put on a desperate posture.
"Daddy, Mommy..."
"Mingtang..."
A seven-year-old child staggered out from the backyard. It was Wang Feng's youngest son.
The child had been hiding in the backyard for a long time, but he couldn't contain himself and ran out. Hearing the child's call, the murderous intent in Wang Feng's chest suddenly subsided a little.
"Go back quickly, don't come over..."
Wang Feng shouted to his son.
"I didn't expect there was a little one... Don't let the little one go!" Fan Zhijue showed a playful smile.
Wang Feng was so excited that his blood boiled. He swung the scissors and rushed towards Fan Zhijue.
"If you dare to mess with my son, I'll kill you!"
"Hurry, hurry, protect me and kill them for me!"
Fan Zhijue was so frightened that he screamed.
His minions immediately picked up sticks and surrounded them.
"Brother Wang Feng, don't do anything stupid!"
Song Qianzhao shouted and rushed out.
Wang Feng paused when he heard the shout.
In the blink of an eye, two clubs hit him hard.
"Stop it!"
Song Qianzhao shouted loudly.
But no one paid any attention to him.
Wang Feng was distracted by his shout and slowed down for a moment. Fan Zhijue's men seized the opportunity and rained down sticks on him.
Fan Zhijue's men not only surrounded Wang Feng, but also split off seven or eight of them to attack other people.
Two thugs with sticks were approaching Song Qianzhao, but she had no time to pay attention to them - because she saw a bastard holding a stick and approaching Wang Feng's young son with a grin.
Song Qianzhao rushed forward in one step.
There was a dull "bang" sound, and the stick that was originally intended to hit the child landed solidly on Song Qianzhao's arm.
Wang Feng's son stood there in a daze, too frightened to move.
“Big Brother!”
Seeing this, Fan Zhiyu exclaimed.
He didn't care about being afraid of his brother and immediately punched the thugs.
When the minions saw a new enemy, they turned their sticks and saw Fan Zhiyu's face clearly.
"Young Master?!"
"Stop it! Stop it! It's the young master of the mansion!"
As the thug who first noticed Fan Zhiyu shouted, the other minions stopped and looked at Fan Zhiyu in unison.
Fan Zhijue also noticed Fan Zhiyu.
He frowned in disgust, "Sanlang, what are you doing here? Are you trying to ruin my fun?"
When Fan Zhiyu heard Fan Zhijue's voice, he shuddered and said in a tense voice, "Second brother, can you please give me some face and let them go?"
"Pooh~"
Fan Zhijue spat fiercely and said sarcastically, "Don't flatter yourself. Where do you get the face from? Get out of here right now, or I'll beat you up too."
Fan Zhiyu instinctively wanted to turn around and run away.
But then he thought that Song Qianzhao was still present, and if he escaped, Song Qianzhao would definitely suffer.
He gritted his teeth and finally forced himself not to leave.
“Hey?!”
Fan Zhijue looked at his younger brother who had always been timid in front of him and suddenly became tough. He let out a strange cry.
He looked at Fan Zhiyu with a playful look and said sarcastically, "Are you angry?"
Fan Zhiyu gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, let them go."
Fan Zhijue frowned and said to his followers, "Fight together!"
The followers looked at each other, picked up sticks and continued beating.
Fan Zhiyu was so frightened that his legs went weak and he was shaking.
Song Qianzhao endured the pain in his arm, handed the child to Wang Feng's wife, turned around and shouted angrily: "Under the feet of the emperor, you are holding weapons and hurting people, are you rebelling?"
"Oh, I forgot, there's another person trying to stand out."
Fan Zhijue glanced at Song Qianzhao and shouted, "This guy who dares to get ahead of others, I will beat him to death. I will cripple him today. I want to see if there is anyone else in this capital who dares to meddle in my business."
Song Qianzhao said coldly: "Okay, if you can't kill me today, you will be my grandson."
Upon hearing this, Fan Zhijue became furious and said, "Beat him to death."
The followers swung up their sticks and rushed forward in a swarm.
"Brother, you can't hit him! You can't hit him! His grandfather is Song Jian."
Fan Zhiyu shouted.
When Fan Zhijue heard the word "Song Jian", his body trembled.
Previously, he took advantage of his power to do evil and was discovered by Song Jian. Song Jian had him taken back to Fan Mansion and scolded Fan Sheng so much that Fan Sheng almost beat him to death.
"Stop it!"
Fan Zhi Jue stopped the Tao.
"Stop? It's too late!"
Song Qianzhao snatched the wooden stick from the thug next to him and hit the man's leg hard with his backhand.
“Bang!”
The sticks bloom.
"ah!!"
"You beat the child too, so I'm giving you a leg. That's a bargain."
Song Qianzhao cursed and walked up to another lackey with a broken stick.
Fan Zhijue's heart trembled upon seeing this, and he immediately stamped his feet and shouted, "That's enough! He hit you with a stick, and you hit him back. Now we're even!"
"Is that enough?"
Song Qianzhao sneered: "Not enough! I have even moved out the backers, if I don't beat a few more legs, what's the point of me moving the backstage?"
“Bang!”
The wooden stick broke into pieces, and another lackey fell to the ground, curled up on the ground, hugged his knees and cried out in pain.
Song Qianzhao threw away the damaged stick, picked up a new stick from the ground, and walked towards the next lackey.
Seeing how ruthless Song Qianzhao was, those hangers-on immediately panicked and hid behind Fan Zhijue with their necks shrunk.
Song Qianzhao swung his stick, walked up to Fan Zhijue, and said coldly, "Get out of the way, or I'll beat you too."
Fan Zhijue stared and cried out in shock, "How dare you hit me!"
“Bang!”
Song Qianzhao picked up the stick and hit Fan Zhijue on the leg.
Fan Zhijue fell to his knees on the ground.
His first reaction was not to cry out in pain, but to look at Song Qianzhao in surprise and shouted in disbelief: "You really dare to hit me?!"
"I'm going to hit you!"
Song Qianzhao picked up the wooden stick and hit Fan Zhijue.
"You took my money and dared to touch my people?"
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
The stick was hit so hard that Fan Zhijue rolled on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.
The lackeys wanted to step forward to protect him, but they were afraid of hurting Song Qianzhao, and they were so scared that they stood there in a daze.
"What should I do?"
"What can we do? Let's just wait and see. Mr. Fan got beaten up, so at most he'll just beat us up to vent his anger. But if you mess with anyone from the Song Mansion, Tiger Song will turn your ancestral grave upside down!"
“No way!”
"Of course not. Song Lao Hu is almost sixty, and suddenly a grandson appears. How can he not treasure him? When we live in the capital, the most important thing is to have good judgment."
"Later, come with me to block the stick for Mr. Fan."
"We took the beating for Mr. Fan. Not only will we not be beaten when we go back, we'll even get a reward."
"Thank you for the advice, brother..."
Song Qianzhao first knocked on Fan Zhijue's leg, and then the stick went towards his fleshy buttocks.
Fan Zhijue's buttocks were beaten to pieces, and his two followers rushed over to serve as a cushion, crying and begging for mercy.
"Master Song, stop fighting! Stop fighting!"
Song Qianzhao said coldly: "Noisy."
Afterwards, he looked at Fan Zhiyu and said, "Do you want to come over and hit me a few times to vent your anger?"
Fan Zhiyu trembled violently, and his head shook like a rattle.
"Get out of here!"
Song Qianzhao kicked the two lackeys, reached out and took out the house deed and land deed from Fan Zhijue's arms and handed them to Fan Zhiyu.
"Take it!"
Fan Zhiyu took the house deed and land deed tremblingly.
"Hiss~" Fan Zhijue was just about to stand up with the help of his arm when the injured part of his buttocks was suddenly pulled. The pain made him grimace and his whole face wrinkled into a ball. He still gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "You two just wait for me..."
"Still looking for a fight?"
Song Qianzhao's eyes were like knives.
Without waiting for Fan Zhijue to reply, his lackeys carried him away.
Xun Jiu came over at this time and saw Song Qianzhao leaning over to help someone. He quickly reached out to support Wang Feng's other arm, and together with Song Qianzhao, helped Wang Feng, who had been knocked to the ground, to his feet.
Wang Feng gritted his teeth and propped himself up, enduring the pain and asking, "Where's my son?"
Song Qianzhao reassured him with a firm tone: "Don't worry, he's fine."
Wang Feng felt relieved, suppressing the pain, and looked at Song Qianzhao awkwardly, "I never thought... you are really the young master of the Song Mansion."
Song Qianzhao was stunned, and clearly heard the alienation in Wang Feng's words.
Song Qianzhao smiled and patted Wang Feng on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you are still my Big Brother Wang."
Wang Feng forced a smile and sighed softly, "You are of noble status, I dare not approach you."
Song Qianzhao looked at Wang Feng and said sternly, "Without your help, I might have died in the hands of bandits, or starved to death on the way to Beijing. In front of you, I have no other identity, I am just your friend."
Wang Feng nodded thoughtfully and forced a smile, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you!"
Song Qianzhao shook his head and said, "Everyone has bad luck sometimes. When I was in trouble, you didn't despise me and accepted me as your brother. Now that you are in trouble, how can I despise you?"
"I……"
Wang Feng was about to speak when he was interrupted by Song Qianzhao.
"You are badly injured, and my sister-in-law was also hit a few times. It's better to find a clinic to check the injuries first."
Song Qianzhao asked Xunjiu to take out some loose change and shouted to the surroundings, "Can someone lend a hand and help me carry them to the clinic..."
"Sir, are you looking down on us? Wang Feng and his wife have always been kind to us. Why would they ask for money for helping us?"
"Yes, yes, brothers, give me a hand."
Among the onlookers, someone who was familiar with Wang Feng and his wife spoke up.
They gathered together and carried Wang Feng and his wife to the clinic.
It can be seen that Mr. and Mrs. Wang Feng have always been very popular among the neighbors and are very well-liked.
No one dared to step forward before because they were afraid of Fan Zhijue's power and were afraid of getting into trouble.
Song Qianzhao asked Xunjiu to hold Wang Feng's son's hand, and asked Fan Zhiyu to hold Wang Feng's father-in-law tightly, and the group walked towards the clinic.
When they arrived at the door of the clinic, everyone helped the injured into the hall, bowed to Song Qianzhao, and dispersed one after another.
Song Qianzhao also stood in front of the steps, clasped his fists in return, and watched everyone leave.
The doctor in the pharmacy examined the injuries of Wang Feng and his wife, prescribed some medicine, and applied some plasters.
"They're just minor injuries, they'll heal in a few days..."
"Thank you, doctor..."
Only after confirming that Wang Feng and his wife were not seriously injured did they have the leisure to sit down and chat.
Wang Feng pulled his two children in front of him and smiled at Song Qianzhao, "This is my son Mingtang and my daughter Mingfu."
"Call someone." He patted the children on the back.
Ming Fu's almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents: "Brother Song!"
Mingtang curled up in Wang Feng's arms, glanced at Song Qianzhao secretly, and then quickly buried his head back.
The child avoided looking up at Song Qianzhao, probably because he was frightened by the ferocious look she had on her when she beat Fan Zhijue and others just now.
"The child is a little shy..."
Wang Feng explained with an awkward smile.
Song Qianzhao smiled and said, "It's okay..."
Wang Feng led Song Qianzhao to meet his father-in-law and wife, and Song Qianzhao also introduced Fan Zhiyu beside him to everyone.
"This is Fan Zhiyu, a friend I just met."
When Wang Feng and his wife heard this, their faces showed no warmth, and they just stiffly bowed their hands as a greeting. They were not deaf, so how could they not know that this Fan Zhiyu was Fan Zhijue's younger brother.
Fan Zhiyu forced a smile and returned the greeting.
After exchanging greetings.
Song Qianzhao got straight to the point and said, "Brother Wang, Sister Chun'e, to be honest, I came here to ask Brother Wang for a favor..."
“No!”
Before Song Qianzhao could finish his words, Li Chun'e flatly refused.
Song Qianzhao was speechless for a moment.
In a flash, she understood Li Chun'e's concerns.
If a young man from a powerful family suddenly asks a commoner for help, the most likely thing he will do is ask that person to risk his life.
When Song Qianzhao thought of this, he smiled and advised: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, why not listen to me and finish what I have to say. It's not too late to refuse later."
Li Chun'e opened her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back and looked at Wang Feng beside her.
Wang Feng understood and nodded at her.
Li Chun'e received her husband's silent support, then nodded slightly and responded to Song Qianzhao: "You say."
"I recently bought a piece of land on Changle Street. I originally had a few shops there, but unfortunately, a fire destroyed everything, leaving only ruins. There are seven acres of land, and I plan to fence off five acres to build a shop. I plan to sell the remaining two acres for the money to rebuild the shop. I'm new in the capital and not familiar with the area. I was wondering if Brother Wang knows anyone who could help me sell these two acres?"
"The shop on Changle Street?"
Wang Feng and Li Chun'e were shocked.
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