The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

"In the capital, my Zhao family is the sky, and no one can go against the sky."

"Little lady, no one can save you, so just accept your fate obediently."

Hongye shrank back, her eyes frightened.

"Help, someone help me..."

Chapter 88: Shot

Hongye kept calling for help, eager for someone to stand up.

All the people caught by her gaze bowed their heads silently, no one was willing to provoke the Zhao family for a strange woman.

She despaired again.

"Little lady, just follow me."

Zhao Zhen's obscene laughter was suddenly interrupted, and a figure fell from the second floor, barely falling between him and Hongye.

His white clothes were spotless, and his cold brown eyes stared straight at him.

Seeing Jiang Ming end, Marco Polo breathed a sigh of relief.

With him here, it's safe.

"Which one of you is short-sighted?"

Zhao Zhen was furious, clenched his fat fists and was about to hit someone.

Jiang Ming raised his hand unceremoniously, and slapped him flying away.

Snapped!

The clear voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Zhao Zhen rolled around on the ground several times, half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, and he was in a daze.

Since childhood, when did you experience such grievances?

"You dare to hit me, even hit my face, I will tear you apart!"

He jumped up like crazy.

Jiang Ming kicked him in the face and kicked him back.

"Okay, if you have the guts, don't leave if you have the ability, I'll find someone to clean you up!"

Zhao Zhen clutched his bleeding nose, kicked his men a few times, and led them away in despair.

"Good! Well played!"

"I've wanted to see this pig cleaned up for a long time, today is really a joy!"

"Dare to ask Mr. Gao's name?"

The crowd surrounded Jiang Ming, warmly embracing him.

Miss Hongye gave her a grateful look, first she shortened her body, and then said in a soft voice: "Thank you for your rescue, young master. Hongye is very grateful. The Zhao family is very powerful in the capital, so you should hurry up and leave."

The rest followed suit.

The young man looked at him, thinking he was not a native of the capital, so he should run away.

As long as he leaves the capital, no matter how powerful his Zhao family is, it will be beyond his reach, and there is nothing he can do.

Jiang Ming smiled lightly and said, "I'm leaving, what do you do, girl?"

"The little girl has naturally left the capital." Hong Ye sighed.

Annoyed Zhao's family, she will definitely not be able to get along in Leyifang, so she can only go to other cities to perform art.

But if she really left the capital, the fame she had accumulated so hard in the past few years would be gone forever.

Thinking about it is not reconciled.

Jiang Ming saw the reluctance in her heart, shook his head and said: "Miss Hongye, don't worry, you and I don't have to leave today, it's his Zhao family that should get out."

"My son..."

Hong Ye wanted to persuade her, but Jiang Ming stopped her with a gesture: "Girl just watch my performance."

Hongye pursed her lips, but did not make a sound.

She looked at Jiang Ming's figure with an inexplicable sense of trust.

Seeing that Jiang Ming refused to leave, people around shook their heads repeatedly.

In their view, a foreigner can't beat the Zhao family no matter what.

"Hey, it's a good thing for young people to be enthusiastic, but it's easy to die if they are too courageous."

"The Zhao family doesn't only have one fifth-rank member, you can't afford to provoke him, young man."

"I heard that the Zhao family has a group of elite fighters, they are very powerful."

There were endless voices of bad news, but Jiang Ming turned a deaf ear to it.

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Zhen rushed into the music workshop with a group of people in a hurry.

"Zhao Zhen came back with several warriors, and now he can't leave even if he wants to."

"Oh, what a pity for such a good boy."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, and retreated to the side in fear.

"What about the kid, did he run away in fright?"

Zhao Zhen stared at that hateful figure, and was surprised to find that Jiang Ming not only didn't leave, he didn't even move.

He smiled coldly, and cruelly licked the corner of his mouth: "Good boy, you have some backbone, armor guards, let me abolish him, take a breath, I will torture him slowly."

As soon as the words fell, several figures in black armor swept out from behind him, drew their knives and slashed at Jiang Ming.

They are the guardian warriors trained by the Zhao family—Jiawei.

Eight silver-ranked warriors. . .The corner of Jiang Ming's mouth twitched, and his body shifted strangely, lightly dodging the cutting blade.

He flicked his fingers on the back of the knife.