Lord of the Desert

Chapter 29

It should be known that in Jinhai City, the head of the Hong family, Qiu De, greeted and sent off all top celebrities, and he himself was considered a figure on the stage.

Qiu Da usually squanders his father's family property, and he wears the tiger skin of the Hong family. He has always been unscrupulous and will not be wronged easily.

What's more, Miss Mingyue is still watching from behind!

"Huzi, teach him a lesson."

Qiu Da stretched out his hand and ordered.

The master opened his mouth, and the tower-like man immediately forced him up.

This tiger practiced Jianghu shallow kung fu, and his cultivation was only up to the inner vision realm.

But with his natural extraordinary physical strength, he can also hold a stalemate against ordinary martial arts fighters.

"Remember, boy, the person who beat you is called Liang Hu!"

Huzi stared at the "extremely thin" Hong Fan, stretched his arms and swung them round, and then slapped him.

But this slap was blocked.

The onlookers took a closer look and found that the right wrist of the giant man was captured by a young man who was two circles smaller—the latter looked so relaxed as if he had caught a chicken in his own chicken coop.

"you……"

The muscles on Liang Hu's iron-cast arms were tightly bound, and beads of sweat flowed down his forehead, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even speak.

"I remember, the person who was beaten was called Liang Hu."

Hong Fan clenched his fist with his right hand, stretching his whole body like a longbow. The beauty of strength flashed in an instant, and the fist penetrated into Liang Hu's lower abdomen like a mountain torrent.

Looking at the muscular lines looming under the rolled-up white clothes at the moment when the young man punched, the bustard and Mingyue seemed to be back when they were green and young, and their faces blushed unconsciously.

[With such a character and appearance, even if I pay a hundred bucks, I am willing. 】

In the Shame Pavilion, several girls thought of it at the same time.

On the other side, Liang Hu suffered an unprecedented disaster in his life.

With one blow, he was like a puppet whose strings were broken, and he fell to his knees with a plop, and then fell softly on the ground, curling up soundlessly into the shape of a baby.

Everyone saw that the broad face full of slender flesh was only blank, as if it had returned to the innocence of the newborn, without a trace of ferocity.

Qiu Da's wine instantly woke up half.

"My father is from the Hong family..."

He said in a trembling voice, shaking like chaff all over his body.

"I know this, so you don't need to tell me—your father is a slave of the Hong family."

Hong Fan interrupted.

"I have already said that I came to you because I asked you to send a message to Qiude, but you just wanted to make trouble."

He stepped over Liang Hu, leaned close to Qiu Da's ear and said.

"Tell your father to pay back the 120 taels of silver he owes me as soon as possible. He knows who I am."

Qiu Da heard the words and nodded repeatedly, how could he dare to ask more.

Seeing this, Hong Fan patted him on the shoulder, took back the veil and left gracefully amidst the disappointed eyes of all the girls.

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The seventh day of May was strangely peaceful.

Hong Fan practiced in the small courtyard for a day, and he neither waited for 120 taels of silver, nor did he wait for someone to visit his teacher to question him.

The sun rises and the moon sets, it is already the morning of the eighth day of the lunar new year.

Hong Fan finished his morning class under the shade of the pagoda tree, and put on the hanging hat.

"So I beg the housekeeper, do you have a longer reflex arc, or did you make a misjudgment?"

"Think I dare not attack your sons?"

He said a few words to himself, greeted Aunt Liu, and left the courtyard.

Half an hour later, Tianjing Hutong in the south of the city.

Hong Fan took off his veiled cap and stepped over the threshold, he was immediately hit in the face by a burst of excitement.

"The next ones to start are Qiu Erlang's General Fan Ban Zi, and Lu Qilang's Lu Shi Bronze!"

A thin old man screamed with a voice like gold and stone.

In the courtyard, a long wooden table was surrounded by many people.

Hong Fan squeezed in with all his strength, only to see the general and the powerful man.

But there are two big crickets, one purple and one green.

"The lottery for the winner of this game is two thousand dollars. If you want to get rich by the way, please place a side bet!"

The old man glanced at the new faces who squeezed in, but didn't care about it, just proceeded according to the process.

Following the referee's "tooth" order, the crickets were guided by the probe to bite each other.

As soon as the fight started in the wooden box, the courtyard tensed up in an instant.

During the cup of tea, the onlookers either frowned and clenched their fists, or raised their arms to cheer, completely forgetting themselves.

As for those who placed bets, or Qiu Er and Lu Qi who were already in the game, their veins were bursting and their teeth were gritted.

It wasn't until the old man said "Tower the bronze basin (dead) and take all the colorful purples" that the tense atmosphere dissipated in the roar of applause, bringing back the spirits of the young and old at the table.

Qiu Erlang carefully brought the cricket back, and took the prize of two thousand dollars from Lu Qi, his momentum became more and more high-spirited, he just felt that he was lucky today, and he wanted to go to the gambling house to fight again.

But as soon as he stepped out of the threshold, a slender and powerful arm grabbed his shoulder and led him to the side.

"Your worm is not bad, is it worth a lot of money?"

Qiu Er frowned and turned his head, only to see a young man wearing a veiled hat.

He was a little younger than himself, and his appearance was unbelievably handsome.

Qiu Er was startled for a moment, then his face immediately turned pale.

"Alright, okay. Are you, Young Master Hong Fan?"

He smiled and asked in a low voice.

"It seems that your elder brother has sent a message for me."

Hong Fan nodded, and glanced at the middle-aged companion who was following behind Qiu Er.

This person is Chang Sui, who is the matchmaker of Qiude for his second son, and he is also a bit skilled.

But thinking of Liang Hu who was carried back yesterday, how dare this guy move?

"There are too many people, let's go to the next alley to talk."

Hong Fan said, exerting strength with his hands, he led Qiu Er into a dead end alley at the corner of the alley without any explanation.

Although it was noon at this time, the high walls and deep alleys were very dark, as if isolated from the world.

"Secondly, let's be smart and don't speak dark words. I came to you to collect debts."

Hong Fan leaned against the wall, blocking the alley.

"Your father owes me money, don't you know?"

He crossed his arms and asked sideways.

Asking for two instincts to shake his head.

He thought to himself that my father only deals with money, how could he owe money?

But seeing Yumian Shashen frowning, he had no choice but to nod again.

"Hey, look at my face, and you know that I am a peaceful person who is afraid of getting into trouble."

Hong Fan sighed and looked sad.

"But your father is the chief housekeeper of the family. He owes me money and won't pay it back. I really have no choice."

"That's why I was forced to come to you."

"Can you understand?"

Qiu Er held the cricket cage, thinking I understand what a fart, but still nodded repeatedly on his face.

"By the way, how did Liang Hu get injured yesterday?"

Hong Fan was concerned.

"Huzi, he has been taught by you, uh, so he can't get out of bed quickly this morning."

Seeking the second answer, I couldn't help shivering.

He didn't know before last night that Liang Hu could have such a harmless side to humans and animals.

"Advice? You are very particular about your diction, have you attended a school like your third brother?"

Hong Fan laughed.

"I went to a private school for a few days, but my talent was blunt and I didn't learn much."

Ask for two compensations and smile.

"Okay, that's all for the greetings. I'm looking for you today, and I also want to ask you to pass a message to your father."

Hong Fan said.

"It must be delivered, you say!"

Beg two to please me and said with a smile.

"Needless to say this time, what I said can only be understood but not expressed in words."

Hong Fan grinned and jumped up from the brick wall.

Qiu Er forced his smile.

He is a smart person, knowing that he doesn't need to move his mouth, so he must use his hands.

PS: Digestion is very bad recently, and I always feel flatulence due to lack of gastric motility. Is there any way?

(End of this chapter)