Reborn Conceited Soldier

"This... Our Hall Master said, Mr Sikong is my Iron Tiger Hall's most respected guest, strictly ordering my Iron Tiger Hall's up and down, no one is allowed to have any conflict with Mr Sikong. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come here today. I hope that Mr Sikong would forgive me. "    

    

When Faang Mu heard this, it was like a bolt out of the blue. This fool was actually related to Iron Tiger Hall Hall Master?    

    

Even though Iron Tiger Hall was a underworld force, their power was still not to be underestimated. Even if his father were to face Iron Tiger Hall and Hall Master, he would have to be slightly fearful.    

    

If he had known earlier that this fool was related to Iron Tiger Hall, he wouldn't have dared to find trouble with Sikong Banyu even if he was beaten to death. Even if he was resentful, he would wait until after the investigation was done, but unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to make a move anymore.    

    

"Oh?" Iron Tiger Hall Hall Master? I don't think I have anything to do with him! However, there was one thing that he was sure of, and that was that this Hall Master from Iron Tiger Hall knew something.    

    

Sikong Banyu thought for a while and nodded: "Since it's a misunderstanding, then I'm not a fussy person. Everything has its reasons, you should understand what to do now, right?"    

    

How could Old Mao not understand Sikong Banyu's meaning when he heard this. But Faang Mu was still a member of the Fang family! It would be hard to explain if he was seriously injured or disabled, but Sikong Banyu had clearly said that the cause was Faang Mu.    

    

Old Mao gritted his teeth, turned around and shouted to his subordinates: "Hit them for me..." I'll take responsibility if anything happens. "    

    

When Old Mao said this, the Iron Tiger Hall immediately pounced towards Faang Mu, giving him a beating and kicking. Faang Mu was originally spoiled to begin with, how could he withstand such torture?    

    

"Ah …" Old Mao... "You just f * cking wait and see …"    

    

"Wuu …" "Stop, stop. My uncle is the bureau chief. He will not let you off."    

    

"I beg of you, stop fighting, wuu …    

    

"I know I was wrong, Old Mao, Brother Cat …" "I know I made a mistake …"    

    

At first, Faang Mu still wanted to say a few harsh words, but gradually, he realized Old Mao was determined. If this continued, then even if he was a member of the Fang family, he would still die here today. He was very clear on this group of people.    

    

When Sikong Banyu heard this, he immediately waved his hand. Seeing this, Old Mao shouted: "Stop..."    

    

After those hooligans retreated, Faang Mu was beaten black and blue. His handsome face was swollen now, black and blue, with blood mixed in his nose and mouth. His clothes were tattered and tattered, no different from a beggar's.    

    

Sikong Banyu walked over slowly and squatted down to look at Faang Mu. Faang Mu thought Sikong Banyu was going to do it himself, so he looked at Sikong Banyu with fear in his eyes and immediately shrank back.    

    

"Don't be nervous. Actually, there are no grudges between us. It's just that your luck isn't very good. You should have already guessed why I appeared at Taoran Pavilion! You should know what to do, right? I like to talk to smart people, you know? "    

    

Faang Mu naturally understood Sikong Banyu's intention. He was chasing after Lin Xiyue just now. If Sikong Banyu showed up and chased him away, then it would be obvious that he left for Lin Xiyue. Could it be that he liked Lin Xiyue?    

    

However, Lin Xiyue was his fiancee and was already engaged to be married to her. Asking him to let Lin Xiyue go, how would he be able to deal with her in the future? Wasn't he going to become the laughing stock of the capital?    

    

"Eh? It seems like you're not as smart as I thought you were! En … I have no choice but to use an unwise method to tell you what to do. "    

    

As Sikong Banyu said this, he looked up at Old Mao and said, "You should be more adept at this kind of thing. First, let's take one of his hands! Sigh … I really don't want to do that. "    

    

When Faang Mu heard Sikong Banyu's words, his pupils immediately constricted: "Sikong Fann, you dare to touch me? Do I want to start a fight between the Fang family and Sikong Family? You have to think about it clearly. "    

    

Old Mao was also shocked by Sikong Banyu's words. Asking Faang Mu to do something on his own was already making him look down on the Fang family. No matter what, Faang Mu was the heir to the Fang family, the Fang family's face. If they really did that, how could the Fang family just let it go?    

    

"Mr Sikong, why don't you consider it? After all, this boy …"    

    

Before Old Mao could finish his sentence, he saw Sikong Banyu turn his head away and say lightly, "I've said it already, whether we do it or not is your problem. All I need is an answer, and that's all …" Oh... Oh yeah, maybe tomorrow, I will take a trip to the Iron Tiger Hall, and remember to ask your people to come and pick me up at the Huaxia University entrance. I don't know the way. "    

    

This Iron Tiger Hall Hall Master, he actually gave such an order, not allowing anyone from the Iron Tiger Hall to provoke him, haha … Interesting, he wanted to see what kind of person this Hall Master from Iron Tiger Hall was. There were not many smart people in the entire capital, maybe he could find one or two, then it would be much easier to do things in the future.    

    

Upon hearing this, Old Mao's pupils constricted. He wanted to go to Iron Tiger Hall? Could it be to denounce him? If he didn't handle it well today, within the Iron Tiger Hall tomorrow, if Hall Master knew about this matter, would he still have a good life? At that time, forget about being in the Fang family, whether or not he could even walk out of the Iron Tiger Hall was one thing.    

    

Old Mao made up his mind as he understood the situation. He pulled out a machete from his waist and walked towards Faang Mu with a fierce look on his face.    

    

Faang Mu looked at the shining machete and was shocked. Did he really dare to do that? Doesn't care about anything?    

    

"You … What are you doing? "You …"    

    

Old Mao coldly snorted and said, "Faang Mu, I'm sorry. Mr Sikong had spoken and I was forced to. If I don't cut off one of your hands today, I'm afraid my life would be gone. I can only apologize."    

    

"What?" Faang Mu turned pale with fright. Although he didn't understand Old Mao's words, but Old Mao's actions were not a joke. That dazzling chop was also not a joke.    

    

"Stop..." I promise you, I promise you everything. I won't look for Lin Xiyueda again. She's yours.    

    

When Old Mao heard this, he cast a glance at Sikong Banyu who was behind him. Seeing that he did not seem to care, Sikong Banyu's heart shook. Old Mao heard this, he looked at Sikong Banyu who was behind him.    

    

"Ah …"    

    

Blood splattered everywhere, and a mournful scream was exceptionally ear-piercing in this empty alley.