Chapter 62: Fists Are of Higher Status
Zhao Xiuzai looked at these soldiers wearing casual clothes and was shocked. The imperial capital's army had twelve battalions, including the Jin Yiwei and the four battalions directly under the Imperial Stables, which were mainly composed of young people from the north who had fled back from Mongolia and outside the pass. In recent years, they also started selecting elite soldiers from various guards to serve, their equipment and training far exceeded that of ordinary guard soldiers.
It can be said that they are one of the most elite soldiers in the world, and also one of the most arrogant and domineering soldiers, who swaggered under the emperor's feet.
Now Zhao Xiūcái is somewhat worried that the hooligans from last night will be beaten up, and doesn't know how to deal with it. He looks a bit dazed, and Chen Dàhǔ on the other side notices the hesitation on Zhao Xiūcái's face, and suddenly becomes unhappy. But Bào Pàngzi reacts particularly quickly, and being a straightforward person himself, he actually seems to like these soldiers, and speaks out bluntly:
"Brothers, you've come at this time, I suppose you haven't eaten yet. Wait here, I'll go to the back and get some takeout for everyone, let's have a good meal!"
As soon as this was said, the soldiers behind him applauded loudly, and the atmosphere in the house suddenly became lively.
Jiang Feng came back from outside when the whole house was bustling with people eating, Zhang Liang was there talking enthusiastically with Chen Da Hu, the two of them were laughing loudly as they reached the exciting part of their conversation. Bao Pangzi led a few young men to serve dishes continuously, these people didn't know how to appreciate good food either.
In the kitchen, large pieces of mutton were cooked and big flat buns were baked. The four battalions of Youma Guards indeed ate with relish, their mouths greasy with oil, in high spirits.
Looking at the room full of robust men, although they were not very old, each one was fully focused on eating, but in Jiang Feng's eyes, a martial arts practitioner like him, their movements revealed that they were all seasoned and fierce warriors. Zhao Xiucan leaned over and asked in a low voice:
"Has the owner already prepared all the things you went to buy just now?"
Jiang Feng didn't answer this question, but instead smiled and asked back:
"Lao Zhao, these men were all brought by Zhang Liang, I think we don't have to worry about Hui Feng Tower being smashed tonight, but rather think about how to pay for the medical expenses after beating them up."
Zhao Xiūcái let out a bitter laugh and softly replied:
"Master, don't joke around. It's easy to invite a god but hard to send it away. The student has only been in the capital for over two months, yet the reputation of this Imperial Bodyguard's Brave Warrior Battalion is something he's heard too much about."
Jiang Feng thought for a moment and also hurriedly followed Zhao Xiūcái saying:
"What you're thinking also makes sense, hurry up and deal with those things outside according to what I said."
Following Zhao Xiūcái's repeated reminders, Jiāng Fēng shouted towards the group of people eating and drinking in the hall:
"Everyone, calm down for a moment and listen to tonight's arrangement."
In the capital, the soldiers under the jurisdiction of the four camps of the Imperial Stables were not afraid of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Eastern Depot. They themselves were even more arrogant and domineering. Seeing Jiang Feng wearing a small school uniform of the Embroidered Uniform Guard patrolling the streets, Zhang Liang was chatting happily and hadn't had time to introduce him yet.
That Chen Dahu on the other side had already jumped up, grabbed a round stool and swung it over, cursing loudly:
"The dog is raised by you, and the old men are happy to eat here, what's wrong with you, foreigner?!"
That dog's words made Jiang Feng furious, and he saw the thick wooden stool coming over, but he didn't dodge. The power in his hand had already accumulated, and with a loud shout, an Eight Extremes Fist cannon punch was released, instantly shattering the solid and heavy stool into pieces.
Before the soldiers waiting for dinner could react, he jumped onto the table and took a few steps to get in front of Chen Dahu, who also reacted quickly, making a gate shape with his hands and preparing to sweep Jiang Feng off the table with one leg, just like Zhang Zhen, Zhang Liang's father, had done earlier.
But Zhang Zhen couldn't hit Jiang Feng, let alone him. He flashed a sweep kick, opened his arms, and propped open Chen Dahu's door. His right arm had already grabbed his chest, his left leg kicked down, his left hand grasped Chen Dahu's right ribs, and both hands directly lifted Chen Dahu up.
The surrounding soldiers finally reacted, but Jiang Feng smashed the round stool with a single punch and lifted their leader up in just a few moves. Such bravery stunned the entire scene at that moment. Zhang Liang on the side only came to his senses then and hurried over to plead repeatedly:
"Master, this is my father's apprentice, and also considered my senior fellow disciple. His temper has always been so explosive, you'd better not mind it, just let it go."
Jiang Feng let out a cold laugh, his hand relaxed, and Chen Dahu fell to the ground with a thud. He scrambled up, his face filled with shock and fear. Zhang Liang pulled him, and only then did he come back to his senses, muttering to himself:
"Hunzi, why didn't you tell me this was your master, I got beaten up for nothing."
In the morning, the rules of the master-disciple relationship were like those of father and son, and could not be taken lightly. Jiang Feng was still Chen Dahu's master uncle after all, and with his earlier display of skill, he had subdued these unruly men even more. Chen Dahu respectfully clasped his fists and bowed, saying in a low voice:
"Big Tiger has made a mistake, Master Uncle shouldn't blame him."
Jiang Feng patted his shoulder and didn't respond, but instead looked up at the side with a stunned expression. Some of the guards who were standing by opened their mouths and shouted loudly:
"Take Lao Zi's money and listen to Lao Zi's words, do what you're told, whoever disobeys, see if they can withstand the stool."
Cold eyes swept the scene, these fearless soldiers suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, stood up in unison, and respectfully saluted with clasped fists:
"Listen to Master Shifu's orders!"
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The big and small shops in Nancheng are gathered, but they are all concentrated on a few streets, such as Tianshuijing, Nanjie, Xiamalu and so on, which are not far from each other.
Generally speaking, Zhongsheng Hall is the largest restaurant in Xiama Lane, located on the edge of Nanjing and Beicheng. It's separated from Huifeng Building by two streets. The sun was about to set, and all pedestrians were walking around this street. The shops on this street had also closed early and put up their shutters.
Because at the gate of Zhongxintang, more than 200 hooligans gathered, all of whom were ruffians and scoundrels. They stared at the gate of Zhongxintang, where Li Yong, the master of Zhongxintang, stood in front of the door. This Li Yong was originally a small-time loser from Nancheng who made a living by doing odd jobs for others every day.
However, he has a beautiful younger sister who was somehow married to Zhao Tianbo, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and became his concubine, enjoying great favor. As a result, Li Yong, who was originally in decline, rose to prominence with the support of the Embroidered Uniform Guard commander.
It was after 10 pm on Friday again when I got home, had a lot of drinks and my body can't take it.
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