Yang Jin secretly admired him. He was scanning around just now, but he didn't see the carriage.

"What are you waiting for? Lead the way!"

Pei Song laughed and said, "Abide by the order!"

Pei Song's guards quickly walked in front.

After a while, he arrived at a large parking lot. Pei Song's guard pointed to a carriage in the distance: "Is that one?"

Du Yong and others looked carefully: "It's true!"

Zhao De ran over and wanted to overturn the carriage. A man pretending to be a man running away from him: "What are you doing, what are you doing?"

This handsome man should be the inn security staff, and he looked a little surprised.

Zhao Dezhu stopped and said coldly: "Go and call the owner of this carriage over to me. I have something to do with him."

The man in a good manner was stunned for a moment and asked calmly: "What's the matter with Mr. Wei?"

"Young Master Wei?"

Zhao Dezhu smiled and looked back at Du Yong and Pei Song: "Can't it be the relative of the suspect?"

The suspect, of course, refers to Weishan.

The man in a strong costume was a little angry when he heard this: "Who are you boys, what does the suspect mean?"

Zhao Dezhu cursed: "You are a watcher, why do you care about so many things? Hurry up and call out the so-called Mr. Wei, I want to settle the score with him."

After saying that, he flew up and kicked the carriage so hard that the horse in front could not help but dig its hooves and neighed.

Du Yong and Pei Song immediately laughed. Zhao Dezhu was the best at doing this kind of thing, and he was full of stance.

The strong man in costume could not have imagined that Zhao Deju was so savage and wanted to fight back, but seeing that Zhao Deju had many people, he did not dare to take action. He just glared at Zhao Deju in a gloomy manner and said fiercely: "You boy wait for me!"

"I'll wait!"

Zhao Dezhu replied casually and walked to comfort the horse: "This physique is a northern border horse, no wonder it runs so fast."

Du Yong and Pei Song stepped forward and looked at the horse carefully. They found that it was indeed a northern border horse. Such a horse cannot be afforded by ordinary people. From this, we can see that the so-called Mr. Wei should be a character who is either rich or noble.

Da da da da da!

The sound of rapid footsteps came, and at least a dozen good people were rushing over.

Yang Jin and the other three frowned slightly, pressed their weapons with their hands, and were ready to face the battle.

Pei Song and Zhao Deju also became serious.

Du Yong observed the entire parking lot, which was quite large in area and was a little far from the street, so the cadre and mass squad should be good.

"Who is causing trouble here?"

More than a dozen men in black-clothed clothes holding wooden sticks rushed over, as if the gangsters in the TV series were acting as security personnel.

The momentum was quite strong, but Du Yong could tell at a glance that their martial arts were mediocre, so they looked like the Qi training realm.

clang!

Yang Jin pulled out the iron sword and swept it coldly.

These big men usually just scare ordinary people, but Yang Jin is a fierce character who has experienced many battles.

The aura of both sides is judged immediately.

The dozen or so men were a little nervous and stopped, but they did not lose, so they plucked up their courage and asked, "Several friends, what are you going to find Mr. Wei?"

Whoosh!

Zhao Dezhu picked up a piece and threw it over.

The dozen or so men were shocked and hurriedly dodged.

Zhao De assisted to the dozen or so men, widened his eyes and said disdainfully: "Do you gangsters want to stand up for the Wei person?"

No one dared to look at Zhao Dezhu, and he lowered his head. Hands are not hands, feet are not feet.

Du Yong laughed and said, "Stand far away, beware that they are so angry that they can make a stick in your head."

"Yeah?"

Zhao Dezhu looked very ungrateful and snatched the stick from the big man in the middle: "Do you want to hit me?"

The big man shook his head quickly and couldn't help but take a few steps back. In fact, he was not afraid of Zhao Dezhu, but Yang Jin. He felt that Yang Jin's eyes were like poisonous snakes.

Zhao Dezhu shouted: "Why don't you go and call out the person surnamed Wei. Do you want me to tear down your inn?"

More than a dozen great men came to the public for pardon, turned around and ran away, and stopped after a few steps: "Young Master Wei..."

I saw a young young man in white standing up and looking at Zhao Dezhu, smiling and said, "Brother, what advice do you have to ask someone Wei?"

This gentleman is in a twenty-five or six-year-old room. He has a handsome face, tall and thin body, tall hands and feet, and an exquisite sword hanging around his waist. You can tell that it is expensive at a glance.

He had a bright smile on his face, and was graceful and disgusting.

He spoke very softly, although he was relatively quiet, but it overshadowed the noisy sounds around him, which showed his extraordinary internal skills.

Pei Song secretly feared that this young master Wei was not simple.

Zhao Dezhu coughed lightly: "Young Master Wei, right? I'm here to settle the score with you..."

Mr. Wei was not angry, but still had a faint smile on his face and asked softly: "I hope to hear it carefully!"

Somehow, Zhao Deju felt as if he was at a disadvantage and took a deep breath: "When I was on the road just now, your carriage ran very fast and almost injured me."

He paused and added: "It's this northern border horse. I read that right. Don't think about denying it."

Mr. Wei not only did not deny it, but instead apologized: "When on the road, Wei was a little tired and took a nap in the car. The servant who drove the car was ignorant, and I hope my brother won't care. Why not ask everyone to have a few drinks and apologize to you?"

Such politeness and reason, Zhao Dezhu really couldn't get angry, so he had to look at Du Yong and Pei Song.

Pei Song smiled and said, "It's good to have a few drinks. I'm just about to drink, but Brother Du thinks?"
Chapter completed!