"Who dares to speak out here? Why don't you get out for me immediately?" When Song Bingyan, who was excited to introduce dishes to Cycat, his face suddenly darkened when he heard the voice outside the door.

He shouted, and wanted to get up to investigate.

At this moment, the door of the private room suddenly opened, and then a strong wind whistled, making Song Bingyan's eyes hurt, and he hurriedly covered his face with his hands.

He rubbed his eyes and shouted loudly: "Old Liu, what's going on in your store? How could there be such a strong wind?"

While shouting, he suddenly felt something was wrong. They were at the second floor of Longxingju. There were walls around them, so it was impossible for wind to blow in.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly exposed a crack with his fingertips and looked forward.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and elegant appearance walking in at the same time as his eyes reached.

Seeing the person coming clearly, Song Bingyan's face changed slightly.

Although he was not sure about this person's identity, the irresistible majesty exuded by the other party made him dare not underestimate it.

Even so, he still plucked up the courage, hurriedly pointed at the middle-aged man, and asked in a deep voice: "Old guy, did you say what you said just now?"

"At a young age, he speaks rudely." The elegant man did not respond, but suddenly waved his hand.

The wine glass that was originally placed in front of Song Bingyan exploded instantly, and the wine glass crumbs splashed all over Song Bingyan's face.

Although he was covering it with his hands in time, the glass scrap still scratched Song Bingyan's arms and cheeks.

Faced with this scene, Song Bingyan was frozen in place. He stared at the elegant man blankly, and did not dare to say a word for a long time.

You know, the two of them were five or six meters apart, and the other party just waved his hand and instantly broke the wine glass in front of him. Then wouldn’t it be as easy as the other party wanted to kill him?

The elegant man didn't say anything more, but sat slowly across from Cy Tie and Song Bingyan, picked up a wine glass, and began to drink it by himself.

Seeing this scene, Song Bingyan suddenly looked confused. He looked at Su Tie and then at the elegant man, a little confused. What did the other party mean?

For no reason, he mocked them in front of their private room, and then began to drink wine by himself, which really made him confused.

However, even though he had a lot of questions in his heart, he did not dare to ask too much when he thought of the scene just now, so he had to sit still.

"I dare to ask senior, what's the matter when I come here this time?" At this moment, Su Tie suddenly asked with a smile.

"Haha, you still have the intention to ask me, do you really have to hold the knife around your neck to know how much disaster you have caused?" The elegant man said coldly, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Hearing his words, Song Bingyan couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Senior, what do you mean by putting a knife on your neck?"

"Do you know what is the identity of the young man you injured just now?" The elegant man did not respond to Song Bingyan's question, but asked back.

"You are talking about the boy named Wu. I heard that he seems to be the young owner of Chengjiang Trade. He should be a rich second generation, right?" Song Bingyan asked with a smile.

When the elegant man heard this, he smiled disdainfully and said coldly: "He is not just a rich second generation. He is also the most valued subordinate around Master Cui. If he offends him, even a god will not survive."

"Master Cui, who is that person? Could it be a monk from any temple?" Song Bingyan looked at the elegant man in a little confused.

In his impression, those who are called masters are either monks and Taoists, or those scammers who go around the world to tell fortunes.

But when he heard what he said, the cycad sitting beside him drinking tea almost spit out a sip of water.

Generally speaking, in the martial arts world, warriors who have reached the innate realm can be called masters. As a warrior, the elegant man mentioned Master Cui is obviously a innate strongman, not a monk in the temple.

However, he could also understand that although the martial arts world is closely connected with the secular world, there is still an invisible barrier in the middle, and not anyone can touch this circle.

Although Song Bingyan was a rich family in Yanjing, it was obvious that he had never been exposed to the martial arts world in normal times, so it was normal not to know the title of master.

After pondering for a moment, he turned his head and looked at the elegant man with a flies on his face, and smiled and said, "Senior, thank you for your reminder, but... you shouldn't be watching the fun when you come here this time, right?"

"Haha, that's certainly not. I'm here to save you." The elegant man replied indifferently.

Without waiting for Su Tie to respond, he continued: "The scene where you taught Wu Tao a lesson just now happened to be seen by me and a few of my old friends. We are also extremely disgusted with the boy named Wu. This time, you will eliminate harm for the people. When I see you in trouble, I naturally cannot ignore it."

"So what?" Su Tierao said interested.

"So, let's discuss and try our best to send you out of Shuzhou as soon as possible, preferably out of China, and temporarily hide for a while." The elegant man said in a deep voice.

Hearing the other party's words, Su Tie shook his head and smiled, "Senior, I appreciate your kindness, but... I did nothing wrong, why should I hide?"

"There is no right or wrong in the martial arts world. If you hurt the boy named Wu, Master Cui will definitely not let you go. When he takes action himself, even if I and my old friends come forward together, I may not be able to protect you." Seeing Su Tie's indifferent expression, Feng Chun said anxiously.

"Senior, although I don't know who Master Cui you mentioned, he is, but don't underestimate us. My brother Su is extremely strong." Song Bingyan said hurriedly.

The elegant man sneered and said in a deep voice: "The peak of external energy is quite acceptable in front of ordinary people, but in the martial arts world, especially in front of Master Cui, he is like an ant."

"Ah...a ants." Song Bingyan couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect that with the strength of Su Tie, he was just an ant in front of Master Cui. So what was his three-legged cat's ability?

After hesitating for a while, he hurriedly continued: "Brother Su is so powerful, needless to say, I am a child of the Song family in Yanjing and many important officials in the political circle of Shuzhou. They all have close contacts with my father. If he dares to touch us, I will immediately put him in jail."

"Haha, you may not know that there are not hundreds of wealthy families who died under Master Cui, and there are dozens of them. A few years ago, there was a man named Zhang Hehao. It is said that he was a child of a big family in Yanjing. After being killed by Master Cao, the so-called Zhang family did not even dare to let go of a fart." Feng Chun chuckled and shook his head.
Chapter completed!