My Master is Lin Zhengying

Uncle Jiu was drinking with Taoist Simu right now, so he didn't pay attention to Fusang Ronin.

Ren Tian froze for a moment, seeing Ren Fa on that table, he was a little embarrassed.

After all, Ren Fa is a wealthy man in the south of the Yangtze River.

The energy in his hands is not something he can offend.

Seeing that Ren Tian didn't move, Ronin showed a little anger:

"Mayor Ren, is there a problem?"

Ren Tian was a little embarrassed:

"Well, let's switch tables!

Isn't there someone at that table? "

As soon as the words fell, the other Fusang ronin was not happy.

"What's wrong with some people, drive them away, or there will be no one."

After finishing speaking, the Fusang wanderer walked directly to Uncle Jiu's table.

Nanchen was far away, and the surroundings were noisy, so he didn't know what they were talking about.

It can be seen that the ronin walked towards Uncle Jiu's table with a bad feeling.

He repeatedly shouted at Awei:

"Awei, what's the matter?"

Awei heard Nan Chen speak, and trotted over:

"These three rogues insist on sitting at Uncle Jiu's table.

That person, let Uncle Jiu and the others make way for him. "

As soon as this remark came out, Qiu Sheng next to him was furious.

Standing up on the spot:

"Damn, is this ronin so crazy?"

Qiu Sheng just finished speaking.

The ronin had already come to Uncle Jiu's table:

"You all, get out of here.

We are going to sit here.

Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude. "

After finishing speaking, the ronin pulled out the pistol with a "whoosh".

He wanted to use force to threaten Uncle Jiu and everyone at the table to leave...

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Chapter 240 Five Domineering

Uncle Jiu has a big birthday today, and he is waiting for a drink with Taoist Simu.

The mood is happy, this time.

But the ronin suddenly pulled out his pistol, forcing Uncle Jiu and the others to move.

The lively atmosphere came to an abrupt end in an instant.

They all turned their heads to look at the Fusang Ronin.

All of them showed displeasure.

Especially Uncle Jiu, who was the leader, couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Uncle Jiu is good at saving face, so today he is the host and invites you to dinner.

Now, the meal is just half eaten.

Being forced to move your seat with a knife, what a joke.

Isn't this slapping his ninth uncle in the face?

Moreover, he is also a fusang.

The scene fell into dead silence for a while.

Nan Chen who was sitting at the table here saw it.

There was a cold snort on the spot, showing displeasure.

In his previous life, he didn't have much affection for this Fusang man.

When I met here today, I even bullied his master.

Naturally, Nan Chen would not sit idly by.

He stood up with a bang.