Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

"Are you a subordinate of Master Qin from Wanchongshan?" Er Yuehong looked at Brother Biao who was swearing solemnly in front of him.

The surrounding onlookers were also in an uproar.

Hua Yu also stood behind Er Yuehong, not knowing why. Qian San stood behind Hua Yu, looking at the man who was talking nonsense, with a look of resentment on his face.

"Of course, so Mr. Hong, please make way." As he said that, he pushed Er Yuehong aside.

Er Yuehong came over and revealed Hua Yu behind her. When Brother Biao saw such a beautiful lady, his saliva almost flowed down.

As soon as Er Yuehong saw his lustful eyes, he knew that this man was not from Wan Chongshan, but just a small follower who was trying to use the tiger's skin to wave the banner.

"My little beauty? Do you want to follow me and have some delicious food?"

"Insolent? Who do you think you are? You are worthy of the young master..." Qian San couldn't say the rest of the words. He was so angry that his heart was filled with rage.

He rushed out from behind Hua Yu and kicked Brother Biao in the chest.

"You old thing, you are blind, how dare you kick me? Come on!"

After being kicked down, Brother Biao fell on the younger brother behind him. After being helped up, he became angry and called people to beat Qian San.

The iron egg in Er Yuehong's hand was ready, and the group of minions who rushed forward were easily dealt with by Qian Sansanwu.

The group of minions were knocked to the ground, wailing one by one, and Qian San kicked Brother Biao in the butt as he got up and tried to run away.

Qian San grabbed Brother Biao by the collar and hit him left and right. After four or five times, Brother Biao's face was swollen like a pig's head.

Er Yuehong saw that the crowd was getting bigger and bigger, so he spoke up to stop Qian San from interrogating them in public.

"Manager Qian, the Liyuan is now vacant, let's go in and question them."

After hearing what Er Yuehong said, Qian San knew that now was not a good place to ask questions. He loosened his hand that was holding Brother Biao's collar, and a group of people in shorts took his place and dragged the person lying on the ground into the opera house.

The people around dispersed when they saw that there was no more excitement to watch, leaving only a dilapidated noodle stall to tell the story of what had just happened.

Er Yuehong led his men straight to the place in Liyuan where people were detained and interrogated.

Qian San looked at his young master, then looked at the person behind him.

"Master Hong, can I trouble you for something?"

"You decide, Mr. Qian."

"The following matter is inconvenient, I wonder if you could take my young master back home?"

"It's natural."

Hua Yu was confused by Er Yuehong's words and followed Er Yuehong back home.

It was not until Hua Yu sat on a chair in the hall and looked at Er Yuehong chatting happily with Uncle Qin and the others that he realized that he had been fooled.

Fu Guang: "Thank you, Master Hong, for sending my little ancestor back today. Otherwise, I don't know how wild it would be for him to come back."

Emperor Xin: "My little ancestor didn't cause any trouble for Master Hong, did he?"

"Hua Yu was very well behaved and didn't cause me any trouble."

Zhang Qiling: “Yeah.”

Zhang Qiling's plain words choked the three people who were originally chatting happily.

"Master Hong, I think it's getting late. Why don't you stay for a meal? It's also a way to thank you for taking me around Changsha today."

After the three of them shirked their responsibilities for a while, Er Yuehong reluctantly agreed to have dinner with them.

Hua Yu originally wanted to let Er Yuehong stay overnight in her house, but Er Yuehong left on the pretext that she had something to do at home.

After Er Yuehong left Hua Yu's house, he went straight to the Pear Garden.

The daughter of the noodle stall owner was someone he had watched grow up. Something happened to her right under his nose. Isn't this a slap in the face of the Hong family?

Er Yuehong came to the Liyuan interrogation room and looked at a group of people in the corner who were so scared that they peed their pants, and the blood gourd lying on the ground twitching from time to time.

He stepped over the blood gourd and sat on the stool next to Qian San.

"Manager Qian, did you find out anything?"

"Master Hong, this is just a little chess piece. Everything he knows is here. Can you take a look?"