Brother Mao raised the corner of his mouth slightly and snorted coldly: "Master Fang, there is no regret medicine in this world. As long as you let my brother go today, I will repay the favor he owes you in the future."
"Dream on." Mr. Fang responded to him clearly with these two words.
Cheng Haoyu understood that the current situation was no longer under his control, but no matter what, he did not want the two sides to fight. No matter which side was hurt, it was a result he did not want to see.
"Brothers, you have followed me around the country for so many years. Today, someone bullied our troupe. How can we tolerate him?" Boss Fang called out to the people in the theater.
"Brothers, we must take my brother away today. If they refuse to let him go, we will fight them." Brother Mao called out without giving in.
As soon as the words fell, the theater immediately became chaotic, with the sound of fighting everywhere.
"Tear down their theater for me." Brother Mao started to threaten.
Cheng Haoyu looked around, watching his brothers fall one by one, his brows furrowed. "Stop fighting, everyone, stop fighting."
But no one listened to him at this time.
Cheng Haoyu ran to Brother Mao and held his arm pleadingly: "Brother, stop fighting, let everyone stop!"
"Brother, I promised my sister-in-law that I would take you back today." Brother Mao responded in a tone that said I must do what I say.
"Everyone in the theater is innocent, don't hurt them." Cheng Haoyu pleaded.
"I also want to resolve this matter peacefully, but you just saw the attitude of Mr. Fang." Brother Mao responded in a tone that said, "If I don't use force, there is no way."
After so many years in society, Mr. Fang thinks he has certain strength. Unfortunately, today, he is afraid that his people cannot gain any advantage, because this is Beijing. Brother Mao has been in Beijing for so many years, and his strength can be said to be very strong. If it were in other places, he would not dare to brag, but in Beijing, when his name is mentioned, no matter it is the underworld or the white world, they have to give him some face.
Liu Si had been protecting Fang Biying. Fang Biying watched helplessly as a wedding was smashed to pieces. The beautiful wedding characters were broken. The opera troupe was no match for these people. Fang Biying frowned as she looked at the mess in front of her and was completely disheartened with Alang.
"Ms. Fang, it's too messy here. Let me take you back to the inner room first!" Liu Si was afraid that he would fail to protect Fang Biying and let her get hurt.
Fang Biying sighed softly. Without paying any attention to Liu Si, she ran directly to Fang Dangjia and said with a choked voice, "Dad, please tell everyone to stop! Stop beating them. I don't want Alang anymore. Let's let Alang go with them!"
"Biying." Mr. Fang looked at Fang Biying with tearful eyes, feeling heartbroken.
"I've figured it out. I don't want Alang anymore. I really have figured it out." Fang Biying said while crying.
Fang Dangjia gently closed his eyes, patted her hand with his complex palm, then swallowed his saliva and called out: "Everyone, stop it."
Mr. Fang had already told his men to stop, so Brother Mao naturally wouldn't press them any further: "Everyone, stop."
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