Chapter 29: Guibei's Son

  A loud neigh of a fine horse, the carriage slowly stopped in front of the Weiyuan Escort Agency on Front Gate Street. Ye Zhao jumped down from the carriage, and his heart was already burning with anger. Was Gu Lao San trying to make him look good? On the second day of his grand wedding, he had arranged for Da Chun to engage in a group fight with knives, seemingly wanting to add some more red to his wedding ceremony.

  Song Yan-chao, the master of Hui You Escort Agency, had been waiting for a long time. He rushed up to pay his respects to Ye Zhao. In his heart, he was helpless. The men from Rong Qi Ying and Qian Feng Ying were fighting, and they happened to come to his Hui You Escort Agency. They said that the courtyard of Hui You Escort Agency was spacious, and Song Yan-chao was also the "Divine Fist" promised by Wang Ye, the old seventh master of Shen Ji Ying. With Song Yan-chao present, it would be a fair fight.

  One is Guibei and the other is Dalao, both are masters of playing tricks in Huangbandi, if something happens, who can afford to take responsibility?

  Following Song Yanchao, Ye Zhao walked through the hall and came to the martial arts arena in the backyard. The bluestone brick floor was indeed a bright and spacious place, but now it was bustling like a vegetable market. There were forty or fifty sturdy young men, none of whom wore official uniforms. Each had a queue wrapped around their head, looking very spirited. A few had their queues clenched between their teeth, holding shiny objects in their hands, looking as if they would fight at any moment.

  "Brother, what's wrong with you! Look at what he said, today is your big happy day, why did you come here in a rush and get all worked up?" Just as Da Chun was scolding Gui Rong, pointing at his nose, he suddenly saw Ye Zhao enter the martial arts arena accompanied by Song Yan Chao, and hastily ran over. He also nodded to Ba Ke Shi and A Er Ha Tu who were following behind Ye Zhao.

  Ye Zhao glared at him: "You little scoundrel still remembers my birthday? Why can't you just calm down?"

  On the other side, Gui Rong burst out laughing: "That's why they say Jing Ge is a righteous man! Da Liu'er, you've made a good friend." He was a pale and chubby guy who looked like he would get winded after walking two steps.

  Ye Zhao gave him a sideways glance, snorted and said to Da Chun: "You little scoundrel, if you don't have the guts, stop pretending to be a hero. If you really want to fight, go outside the city, why come to our escort agency? Isn't this making things difficult for Master Song?"

  Song Yanchao hastily smiled and said: "It's all right, it's all right, I completely understand, I completely understand."

  Dachun saw Ye Zhaoren get angry and didn't dare to retort, muttering in his mouth "Gui Lao San invited us here, who knew he chose such a crappy place."

  Gui Rong's face turned red and white, knowing that Ye Zhao was teasing him. His face sank, and he walked step by step to Ye Zhao's front, glancing at Ye Zhao: "How? Is Jing'er brother's meaning that we rush out of the city?"

  Ye Zhao seemed to have just seen him, and burst out laughing, cupping his hands: "So it's Guibei, I was wondering who in the whole city of Beijing had such a big face, that they could invite the vanguard camp masters to help them fight." As he spoke, his face sank, and he shouted at everyone in the courtyard: "Anyone who doesn't want to get into trouble, get out!"

  Everyone was stunned, with wide eyes staring at each other. This Jing Ge wasn't some idle member of the imperial family; he had just returned from handling official business outside and was a high-ranking minister in the Imperial Guard. This was an official matter that needed to be handled properly - the crime of brawling among the Eight Banners soldiers was no trivial offense.

  Several of them quietly moved their feet towards the Moon Gate.

  Guī Róng turned up his nose and said disdainfully, "Jǐng Gē, stop trying to intimidate people with your official authority. Let me tell you something today, in this place! We don't have any princes or kings here, nor do we have your idle officials! Today I'm going to tell you that in Beijing City, even a bird is not as good as you, Jǐng Gē, and that's not even mentioning the birds!" As he spoke, he spat a mouthful of saliva on the ground.

  Everyone who wanted to run away stopped in their tracks. Since Guibei is taking responsibility, what's there to fear? We can't become cowards.

  Ye Zhaowu slightly furrowed her brow, glanced at Gui Rong and said: "What's going on? Is Gui Beizi looking to see some blood today? Alright then, Chun'er, since Gui Beizi thinks highly of you, go ahead and get close to him."

  Gui Rong subconsciously retreated a few steps, he really didn't dare to fight Da Chun one-on-one, and wasn't his opponent.

  Song Yanchao saw that the more they talked, the more awkward it became. He was anxious in his heart, but he didn't dare to interrupt. These masters were all people who had nothing better to do than to stir up trouble when they had no one to provoke them. They were all used to finding fault with others after eating their fill and having nothing else to do. If he inserted a sentence at this time and said something that was not pleasing to the ear, he would offend someone inside, and his own security firm would be finished.

  "Brother Jing, I'll make you see blood today!" Hiding behind several soldiers in the vanguard camp, Gui Rong felt utterly humiliated and shouted frantically, "All of you, come at me! Beat me to a pulp, cripple me, Gui San!"

  A chaotic battle was about to begin, when suddenly a loud "boom" sounded, and Baksh had an extra gun in his hand. Just as everyone was stunned, Alhatu's gun fired six shots in a row, and the flowerpots on the fake hill opposite were smashed to pieces.

  No one dared to rush forward anymore, they all stared blankly at the things in Bakshi and Alhatu's hands.

  "This old man has ten consecutive shots, I see how many brains you have? Keep stabbing!" Bakshi's face is rough but his heart is delicate, he speaks loudly without even blinking.

  The young men of Qianfeng Camp changed color on their faces. Where did the firearms come from? It's too infiltrating!

  "Jing Geer, you're not a man! Using foreign tricks to intimidate the men of Beijing, you're nothing!" Gui Rong was plump and white, but his mind was quick.

  Ye Zhaosheng smiled and said lightly, "Want to scare you? Just now I didn't leave empty-handed, directly aiming at your head like this!" As he spoke, Ye Zhaosheng made a gesture of taking aim, which frightened Gui Rong into retreating several steps.

  Ye Zhaoheng snorted and said, "If it's the masters of Beijing City, then go ahead and fight with foreigners, fight with long-haired people, our own people fighting each other, getting a few scars is considered capable? In my opinion, Xiong has gone too far!"

  "It's all scattered, do what you want to do!" Ye Zhao's gaze slowly swept across the faces of the crowd, no one dared to look him in the eye, whether they were from the Xiang Jun or the Qianfeng Jun, each and every one of them hung their heads in shame and walked out.

  Gui Rong saw that things were going badly and also wanted to slip away, but was shocked to find two iron tower-like men blocking his way.

  "Jing Ge, what do you mean?" Guirong shouted at Ye Zhao with a stern expression.

  Ye Zhaoshao smiled and said: "We won't have a next time, understand? Today I won't bully you! In a few days, at the Changchun Building, I'll treat Lao Liu to wine and admit my mistake!"

  Seeing this situation, Guirong had no choice but to reluctantly nod his head, fearing that not only would he be unable to leave, but he might also suffer a severe beating.

  Ye Zhaoyao smiled and waved his hand to let Bakshi and Alhatu go, but suddenly found that he was getting more and more handy at being a spoiled child.