The originally noisy hall instantly fell silent.
The people who were closer all turned their heads to look in Jiang Hai Feng's direction.
The tea splattered all over the ground. For a moment, the sound of the broken teacup rubbing against the ground was actually clearly audible.
"Who is this? Which family dared to come here and cause trouble?”
"They're really tired of living. I heard that the Four Seasons Hall has the backing of the French concession. They dare to cause trouble in the territory of these foreigners these days.”
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The room was filled with discussions.
Everyone looked at Jiang Hai Feng as if he was about to die.
In the early years, it was not that no one had come to the Qing Gang's territory to cause trouble.
But often, the troublemakers would disappear from Songhu before the next day.
Right now, it was not an era of preaching. What was greater than the law was power.
"Brat, do you know what this place is?”
The waiter who had just left quickly turned back when he heard the commotion.
Looking at the broken teacup on the ground, his face turned vicious.
The scar-faced man frowned.
He didn't know what Jiang Haifeng was up to.
However, the killing intent on the waiter's face was real.
What was the Qing Gang?
That was one of the top gangs in Songhu City.
With the French concession power behind Huang Jinrong, the industry involved almost all aspects.
In the open, in the dark, and in the dark, as long as they could make money quickly, they would be there.
The waiters in the various halls could be dressed up when they had business, but once they encountered trouble, they were almost all ruffians.
Ever since Huang Jinrong ascended the throne, he had set a rule.
Unless there was a special reason, a pledge of allegiance was a life.
Therefore, the dozens of people gathered in the hall had blood on their hands.
"Young Master, when we fight later, stick close to my back. There's a blind spot on the left back. As long as you get there, they won't be able to touch you before they kill me.”
Standing in front of Jiang Haifeng, the scar-faced man stared at the dozen or so people in front of him.
At this moment, what he was worried about was not whether he could defeat these people.
Instead, he was thinking about whether he should reveal Jiang Haifeng's true identity.
Once their identities were revealed, these people naturally did not dare to act rashly.
However, recalling what Jiang Haifeng had said to him at the entrance of the Hall of Four Seasons, the scarred face finally chose to keep quiet.
There was nothing else.
From their interaction for the day, it seemed that their Eldest Young Master was not the kind of person who would cause trouble without thinking.
Since he would do this, he should have his reasons.
It would not be good if something happened because of him.
Just as the scar-faced man was deep in thought, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Relax. Since we're here, no one can touch us.”
He walked past the scar-faced man and looked at the dozen or so people who were looking at him coldly. Jiang Haifeng raised his eyebrows."I said, let your manager come down. Didn't you hear me clearly?”
Looking at Jiang Haifeng, the leading waiter sneered,""Brat, didn't you ask around about this place before you caused trouble? Find the manager, I am the manager. If you don't lower your head and apologize to compensate for our losses today, don't even think about walking out of here.”
As he spoke, the man's gaze kept sizing up the scar-faced man.
Having practiced martial arts for a few days, he could tell that the scarred face behind the young man was the real tough one.
His legs were slightly open and his elbows were bent backward. It was obvious that he was accumulating strength.
Once he made a move, he could mobilize all the strength in his body in the shortest time possible.
Although he knew how to do these actions, he couldn't do it so naturally.
He gave a look to the two people beside him, and the two of them immediately leaned back.
Seeing the two of them leave, the scar-faced man's face darkened.
"Young Master, they are going to use their weapons.”
Jiang Hai Feng stared at the two people who turned around and walked towards the cubicle on the first floor. He could not help but smile in his heart.
As expected, those plots in TV dramas that only used fists were all lies.
No one was a fool.
When he knew that his martial arts were no match for his opponent, cold weapons or even hot weapons were the best choice.
Who would be so stupid as to fight with brute force if it could be solved with two slashes or a bullet?
In just a few seconds, the two waiters returned.
When they returned, they both had a Shell Spear in their hands.
When they saw someone holding a gun, the actors who were still enjoying themselves screamed and ran out of the door.
No one would not be afraid of this thing.
No one could guarantee that they would not be able to live after a bullet was fired.
No matter how big the melon was, it could not compare to his own life!
In just a moment, the entire pear garden became quiet.
The only thing left were the two corners of the stage.
One of them held a wooden colored spear in his hand. Not only was he not afraid, but he was also sizing up Jiang Hai Feng with interest.
"Interesting. Whose young master is this young man? He actually has such courage. Look at his face. There's no fear at all.”
Under the heavy makeup, a gentle voice muttered playfully.
On the other hand, Horn did not have such a state of mind.
"I say, Sister Dong, are we still going to continue with this show?”
"Sing! Why not sing? Play has been opened, all directions open to listen, one side is a human, three sides are ghosts, four sides are gods. Even if there was no one below the stage, he had to finish singing. This was the rule set by the ancestor. They could mess around with them, and we could sing our own songs.”
As she spoke, the woman waved her hand at the backstage, and the sound of gongs and drums rang out again.
As the opera started playing, Jiang Haifeng turned to look at the two people who were singing a fight scene on the stage. A hint of playfulness flashed across his eyes.
But it was only for a moment.
Jiang Haifeng looked back at the two guns pointed at his head and raised his hand to look at the private room on the second floor.
"You're upstairs listening to the opera. If you don't come down now, the one who can't get off the stage won't be me, but you.”
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