Hao Fenglou sighed and said, "Actually, I am indeed here to ask for money, but who said I am here to ask for money? Since the Zhang Dong family opened the door to do business, I, Mr. Hao, although I am a Jinyiwei family, I will come here to try my luck. There should be no problem? Why, is it that the Zhang Dong family is not doing my business?"

Zhang Biao squinted his eyes at Hao Fenglou, and just sneered in his heart and grinned: "If you want to try your luck, you are very welcome. I'm afraid that you, a hundred households, will not be able to afford to lose."

On the surface, it was ironic and contempt for Hao Fenglou's identity, but there was a message in the implication. The Jinyiwei Baihun was nothing in his eyes. It was also telling Hao Fenglou that behind Zhang Biao's back was not something you, a small Baihun, could provoke.

Hao Fenglou stretched, smiled, and said, "Is that so? Can you bet on anything?"

Zhang Biao pushed away the guy at the gambling table and picked up the dice cup in his hand: "As long as you dare, there is no rule."

Hao Fenglou was not polite, so he took off the sword on his waist and hit the table heavily: "Okay, then let's bet, I bet on your life!"

Zhang Biao was stunned for a moment, and the thugs behind him were all eager to try. Obviously, Hao Fenglou was looking for trouble.

Zhang Biao laughed and said, "Although my life is not worth much, it is not worth mentioning at all. What kind of bets are you paying?"

Hao Fenglou smiled with a pursed lips: "I will suppress your life!"

"What did you say?" Zhang Biao glared at Hao Fenglou viciously: "Sir, aren't you joking?"

Hao Fenglou stood up, a little hideous: "It's either joking, or betting on your life. If I win, you go to die. If I lose, you still go to die."

"Bastard!" Zhang Biao was furious and suddenly became angry. He wanted to overturn the gambling table. Some of the thugs behind him also whistled, and everyone was ready to take action.

Hao Fenglou said lightly: "What are you still standing there? I suspect that this casino is related to the rebellion party that burned down the Imperial College. His boss Zhang Biao may be the leader. He will take Zhang Biao down. If he resists, he will kill him!"

Zeng Jian and others drew their swords and rushed forward without saying a word.

The people never fought with officials, especially when Hao Fenglou talked about the word "rebellion", he scared the thugs. These people were just making a living, and bluffing was useful. They really dared not to let them take up weapons and fight the Jinyiwei.

Zhang Biao's face was blue and white, but he couldn't help but smile and said coldly: "Is that so? I am the leader, and I am involved in treason? Ridiculous, Hao Fenglou, do you think you will have good fruits when you frame it like this? Do you know who you offended? Okay, you have the courage. Today, you have the ability and take me and go to your hundred-household office. It depends on how you end it?"

Zhang Biao is not stupid. He is not afraid of such frame-ups. As long as Hao Fenglou takes him away and he grits his teeth and refuses to admit it, then people will naturally ask for people. Not only that, but someone will inevitably take away the Hao surname. Now Hao Fenglou is full of rioters, so he will naturally just surrender. As long as he doesn't catch any handle, he is not afraid.

Zhang Biao raised his hand, smiled all over his face, letting Zeng Jian hold his clothes, and laughed, "Come on, come on, come on, take me, I'm afraid that you can get someone by then, but it's not easy to let go!"

Several lieutenants had already cut his hands back and dragged them to Hao Fenglou.

Hao Fenglou glanced at him strangely: "It seems that Zhang Dongjia seems very happy?" He stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhang Biao's hair, raised Zhang Biao's head, and then looked down at Zhang Biao's eyes with a condescending smile on his lips: "Do you know, Hao used to be just a slut, and everyone disliked him, at that time... hey... I'm not afraid of you laughing at him, at that time, Hao was always a regular visitor to the gambling house. Later, I thought to myself, I can't continue like this, and people can't live without meaning, so... well, what is the meaning of my life? So I thought, the meaning of my life is that no matter what I do, even if I do evil, there will be someone to praise him. Even if I am wrong, everyone must bathe in my favor, I want to meet the expectations of my elderly parents, and I must protect that.

Some people I deserve to protect, I have a maid, well, only thirteen or fourteen years old, very cute. Although I always chat, I know that she is destined to be carefree and nagging for the rest of my life. In the world of her and those who are crucial to me, they will not experience pain or intrigue. Their world will not be black and white, but colorful and colorful. So... If I want to do this, I must be a person who I think is dirty and terrible. Do you understand? You have a son, probably you also have your own wife, brothers, and parents. What you do is also what I do. Okay, that's all, I just want to tell you, if you have to do this, then let your brothers and children hate me for the rest of your life, because... you block my way and you have become a stumbling block for me."

Hao Fenglou smiled, even a little cute and playful. He pulled out the embroidered spring sword on the table, and the blade flashed and reflected on Zhang Biao's face. Zhang Biao's horror at this time also reflected on the shaking sword.

"Hao Fenglou, you...you...I am not a rioter, and I have not resisted stubbornly..."

"You have!" Hao Fenglou replied ruthlessly: "You resisted stubbornly, and you dared to hurt people suddenly. You dared to hold a sharp knife when I captured the rioters, and wanted to take my life. You are killing the official and rebelling, you are desperate to jump over the wall..."

The tip of Hao Fenglou's knife had already reached Zhang Biao's neck. The blade was embedded in his skin, hurting his flesh, and the red blood flowed down the blood groove on the knife.

Zhang Biao struggled, he didn't want to die, and cried bitterly: "Sir, the villain knows his mistake... Sir... spare the villain's life, the villain... the villain has money..."

Hao Fenglou smiled and said, "Actually, people like you can have today. I don't know how much blood is on their hands. What will you do when others kneel down in front of you? Look, I don't like killing people, I don't like smelling blood, and even... Look, my hands are trembling, but..."

Hao Fenglou sent him hard and sent the long blade into Zhang Biao's neck. Zhang Biao trembled violently, his throat clattered, and countless blood foam was spitting out of his mouth. His pupils, full of horror, gradually dissipated. The captain behind him let go, and he fell in a pool of blood, shivered a few times, and finally stopped moving.

Hao Fenglou took out the handkerchief he carried and wiped his hands, dusted his clothes, and continued, "But if I don't kill you, how can I convince the public? How can those who laugh at us know what awe means, and how can those who don't know etiquette know what a rule means?"

Hao Fenglou didn't even raise his eyelids, sighed and continued, "You have to die because you were in the wrong team. OK, that father-in-law, please stop snooping your head and mind. Come out and hide. What's the point?"

Hao Fenglou's eyes shot like lightning towards the thick curtain leading to the back hall. There was a trembling figure in the gap between the curtains.

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Chapter completed!