Liu Qing and Man Niu's hearts trembled at the same time. They were used to Long Ao's maturity and stability. At this time, his words that fit the young man's character seemed far away.
"Haha, you only have a chivalrous demeanor, but I should be more imposing." Man Niu pulled out the machete from his back and threw it on the table. The momentum was indeed very fierce, causing the surrounding guests to look at him sideways.
"Does this young lady have the demeanor of a chivalrous woman?" Liu Qingxiao asked.
The three of them were laughing and joking. The tavern was already noisy, so it was normal to make such a fuss.
After a while, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the door: "Second servant, our young master is taking over this floor today."
Several waiters in the tavern showed surprised expressions, and one of them had already gone upstairs to call the shopkeeper.
"Who is it? Such a huge momentum."
"That's right, how much money does it cost to build a restaurant on one floor?"
"This is unreasonable. How could they do this? I haven't finished eating yet!"
There was a lot of discussion, and a wicked smile appeared on Long Ao's face, "Hey, who's prodigal son is so arrogant?"
Seeing the smile on Long Ao's face, Man Niu's eyes suddenly glowed with excitement, and a lot of money seemed to come to his mind.
A short and fat boss came out with a pompous attitude, "It turns out to be Master Xiang, come on, why don't you sit in the private room upstairs this time?"
"Why are there so many nonsense? Today, I want to sit on the first floor. Go and make arrangements." The young master snorted.
"But, there are dozens of tables of guests dining inside, what should we do?" the fat shopkeeper said in a dilemma.
"Your mother, I have a lot of money. All their debts will be settled on me. I'll take advantage of these bastards. I'll give you a stick of incense and drive them out quickly. I'll have guests arriving soon." Mr. Xiang threw He handed out a few hundred taels of silver notes and said impatiently.
"Yes, Master!" The fat boss put the banknote in his arms and returned to the first floor excitedly.
The fat shopkeeper's face was full of smiles, and the fat on his face was trembling, "Dear heroes, today we have a distinguished guest in our restaurant, the young master of the Xiang family. The master said that as long as you give up your place now, the food that has been eaten will It doesn’t count as money, it’s just a treat for you. Hehe, please give me some thin noodles.”
"Hmph! That doesn't make sense!"
"What the hell is this? There's no way someone would be kicked out in the middle of eating."
Everyone was talking about it, but there were many local people who knew the Xiang family. Those people stood up one after another and left the restaurant quickly with their heads lowered without saying a word.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the guests had already left. Those people were scared on the surface, but they were all full of complaints in their hearts. They cursed the restaurant owner fiercely, but when they thought that the meal they had just eaten didn't count, they immediately became happy again. Looking for a place to eat.
The fat shopkeeper looked around at the guests who had not yet stood up, and the smile on his face faded, "Huh, everyone, my Manxiang Restaurant is not unprotected. Isn't the Xuanfeng Sect enough to make everyone give you a thin face?"
While the fat boss was talking, more than a dozen men in black clothes armed with weapons poured in outside the door, looking at the guests on the first floor with unkind expressions.
"Xuanfengmen, Xuanfengmen, one of the top ten local gangs, hey, brothers, let's go now! This Xuanfengmen is a local gangster, we'd better not cause trouble, we still have a mission!" A middle-aged man muttered, He picked up the brothers beside him and walked out.
Most of the guests present left again, and finally only three tables remained. Of course, there was a table of three people from Long Ao, another table was an old man with white hair, and the last table was seven warriors.
"You are not giving me face, are you?" The fat shopkeeper sneered, with anger in his tone.
"Damn it, what kind of face do I want to give you? No matter what you bullshit young master, I haven't finished eating yet, so tell me to leave and go dream about your spring and Autumn period." A strong man about forty years old said angrily.
"That's right, we Meishan Seven Heroes are still afraid of you." Another young man dressed as a scholar snorted coldly.
"The Seven Heroes of Meishan, knights from the neighboring town." The fat shopkeeper's face looked grim, and his small eyes moved around, as if he couldn't make up his mind.
"Who are you three?" The fat shopkeeper looked coldly at Long Ao's table, but his eyes were directed at Man Niu, not treating Long Ao and Liu Qing at all.