When the Black Gang passed by Luo Ronghai, he kept walking, but he whispered in an inaudible voice: "Young master, the old guy hides his strength. He is at least a sixth-grade martial artist. I am not his opponent."

Luo Ronghai's expression remained unchanged, and he clasped his fists and smiled apologized to Luo Cheng: "Teacher Wen, I'm really sorry. I've never understood the rules. I don't know how many troubles I have caused in the past few years. I'm really a sin to provoke Master Wen again today. I hope Master Wen has a lot of them, so don't bother with these servants."

Wen Cheng's expression calmed a little, and he bowed his hand and bowed, but his words were not as humble as before: "Mr. Luo, I have great achievements in the piano and Tao in the future. Miaoyinfang is also a leader in the opera troupe, so I have tolerated it again and again. But Mr. Luo, you and I have done inferior things. You should help each other when you go out. How can you be so aggressive?"

Hearing the words "The Lower Nine" and "The Little Nine" behind Luo Ronghai's Changsui Gang's expression changed. This troupe has indeed been a low-ernine" since the pre-Qin saints divided various industries. However, if they were told in person, it would be like pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey, which was really a naked slap in the face.

But Luo Ronghai was extremely calm at this time, and there was still a gentle smile on his handsome face. He nodded and said softly: "I would like to thank Master Wen. If it weren't for Master Wen, Luo would have almost forgotten how much he had. But Master Wen should not misunderstand. This trip today was not for suppressing people with power. I sincerely wanted to ask Miss Xiaoyu for advice on this rope from the sky."

The muscles on Wen Cheng's face trembled slightly. At this time, his eyes were sharp like an eagle and falcon, staring at the handsome Luo Ronghai opposite Fengshen, with naked and unmodified hostility on his face.

But Luo Ronghai was still calm at this time, but the words expressed between the lines were that you should not think of a good end today.

After a long time, Wen Cheng took two steps back, slowly set off his fist and said in a deep voice: "Don't say it's Miss Xiaoyu, even if he is a mistress in our Wen family class, Wen will definitely not put his life on the gambling table in the form of a bet. We are poor, but at least we still have two poor bones left! Mr. Luo, what do you want to make a debut?"

As soon as Wen Cheng's powerful words fell, they immediately aroused the applause of many people around him. However, after Luo Ronghai glanced with a smile, the applause and cheers all went silent wherever he looked.

Luo Ronghai gave a wink back slightly, and the Changsui Gang who brought behind him slowly set off his formation quietly.

Although the Wen family class has many people, the only one who can show off is Wen Cheng. If there is a conflict with Miaoyinfang, which has a deep foundation, no one in the crowd present is optimistic about the Wen family class.

However, at this critical moment, a timid and crisp voice suddenly broke the silence: "I...I promised your request, but if I win, you...you can't cause trouble for us anymore!"

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on the delicate woman in green.

It seemed as if she had tried all her courage to say this. After she said it, she lowered her head deeply, her cheeks were flushed.

Gu Changfeng was stunned in the carriage and thought to himself that this was simply a natural actor, every move, every frown and smile was natural and impeccable.

Xue Jian seemed to see what Gu Changfeng was thinking, and exhaled in his ear, Rulan whispered: "Just wait, this little girl is really trying to kill her life behind."

Luo Ronghai was overjoyed and bowed, "Don't worry, Miss Xiaoyu, although Luo is a person who is a low-ranking business, at least he knows the principle of saying what he says."

"Xiaoyu!!!"

Everyone from the Wen family class, big and small, gathered up at this time, and persuaded Chan'er in a verbal manner, with an anxious look on his face.

Chan'er was in the middle of the crowd. Although she was still weak, she lowered her head and pursed her mouth, and kept not speaking.

Wen Cheng waved his hand and sent off the disciples, and asked Chan'er only: "Are you really sure?"

Xiaoyu looked up at Wen Cheng and nodded solemnly.

Wen Cheng clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "Okay, then go and prepare. The headmaster cannot protect you without the ability. Instead, he has to rely on you to fight for a way out for our opera troupe!"

Xiaoyu smiled and shook her head, turned around and walked towards the carriage in the backstage.

"Let's wait!" At the critical moment, he was interrupted by Luo Ronghai. Everyone in the Wen family glared at him, but Wen Cheng was a little more calm. He wanted to see what else Luo Ronghai was going to do.

Luo Ronghai's next move immediately made Wen Cheng's whole face look red like a pig's liver.

Luo Ronghai waved his hand, and a gangster under him took out a bundle of hemp ropes worth more than ten feet from behind and handed them over. Luo Ronghai held the hemp rope and smiled at Xiaoyu. The meaning of it was self-evident.

Wen Cheng stretched out his finger and pointed it out, and said furiously: "Luo Ronghai, you are too bullying!"

Luo Ronghai asked in confusion, "Why did the head master Wen react so much? Could it be... Could it be that Miss Xiaoyu's rope is so good that she can only use the rope specially made by your Wen family?"

"You..." Wen Cheng's face turned red, but he was so choked by Luo Ronghai's words that he couldn't communicate.

At this moment, a slightly dispersive voice came from the crowd: "Little White-faced, Grandpa has been watching you here for a long time. You guy is really arrogant. I don't know how much you weigh?"

Luo Ronghai handed the rope to the hiring behind him, and spread the folding fan in his hand with a slight sound, and asked with a smile: "Which brother is greeting Luo, please show up and see him."

Although he was asking, Luo Ronghai's eyes were always staring at one place.

Sure enough, the crowd separated and a burly young man in black walked out. The man was back and bear-bearing, eight feet long, and mostly had a firm look above his face. The ground was square and the sword eyebrows were starry eyes.

The young man in black wrapped his thick arms around his chest and said lazily: "It's grandpa who is talking to you. You guy really asked questions knowingly."

Luo Ronghai waved his hand to stop the slack behind him, and bowed with a smile: "It turns out that he is the third son of the Ma family. He is really disrespectful, disrespectful."

There are many people with the surname Ma in Luo Yuncheng, but only one person can be treated so seriously by Luo Ronghai.

The Ma family in Xicheng has stood in Luoyun City for more than ten years and controls more than half of the underground money houses, casinos and tramps in Luoyun City. The head of the Ma family can even be a brother and a brother to Luoyun City.

The onlookers were excited and talked inexplicably. It seemed that today's good show was really one after another.

But Gu Changfeng smiled and whispered to Huang Mantang, who was driving, said, "Since the fish has taken the bait, the next thing is not interesting. Mr. Huang, let's go."

As the carriage was on the way, Xue Jian curled his lips. Who was shameless about this fox's acting skills just now?
Chapter completed!