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Chapter 22 Overestimating one’s own capabilities

A Taoist priest came to Hangzhou today.

According to people who saw it, the Taoist priest could fly. When the car was about to hit him, he "flyed" onto the roof of the car. Then, he jumped from the roof of the car to the pole hanging the sign.

It swung around on the wire, jumped back onto the roof of the car, and landed on the ground.

That scene was like performing acrobatics.

Listening to these discussions, Lu Xiao, who was riding back to the restaurant from West Lake, was slightly startled. He Anxia showed up?

Cui Daoning left Hangzhou and went up the mountain. Where would he go to stay? But Lu Xiao immediately put this thought aside. People like him would never starve to death.

Lu Xiao, who was riding back to the restaurant, had just changed his clothes when he saw Li Dequn entering the kitchen.

"Zhao Liren is here again, and there is someone with him. He seems to be of high status, and you have to cook the food." Li Dequn said concisely and comprehensively.

Lu Xiao nodded.

This time, Li Dequn didn't ask Lu Xiao to go to Zhao Liren's box to say hello. It was more than enough, and Zhao Liren might have something important to discuss with him, so he probably didn't want to be disturbed.

After cleaning his hands, Lu Xiao started cooking.

In fact, if Lu Xiao entered the private room this time, he would find that the person eating with Zhao Liren was the current head of Peng Family Tai Chi, Peng Qianwu.

The reason why Zhao Liren respects him is because of Peng Qianwu's kung fu and his status as the head of the Peng family's Tai Chi sect.

If Lu Xiao saw them, he would probably sigh that almost all the characters who should appear have appeared.



Today's Dequn Restaurant is probably the restaurant with the best business in this nearby street.

He Anxia, ​​who had been hungry all day, came here smelling the fragrance wafting in the air. When he was practicing Taoism in the mountains, he learned a way to satisfy his hunger.

It's called gastronomy.

He took a breath in his mouth, waited for it to warm up, and then swallowed it in one gulp. He Anxia swallowed countless aromas all the way to the door of Dequn Restaurant.

So he became even hungrier.

He did it because the mountain could no longer support so many brothers, and he "won" in the martial arts competition. He was the most capable disciple in the Taoist temple on the mountain.

Therefore, his master drove him down the mountain and asked him to beg for food based on his ability.

He Anxia really wanted to eat, but he didn't even have a copper in his pocket.

Some people will have evil thoughts when they can't fill their stomachs and watch others eating and drinking. He Anxia's master didn't teach him right and wrong when he was on the mountain. It was like a blank piece of paper.

Also one of them.

He stood at the door of the restaurant and watched many customers coming out of the restaurant empty-handed. He was indifferent. But soon, he finally saw a fat man and an old man wearing a long coat and a beard. These two people

, naturally it is Zhao Liren and Peng Ganwu.

This is not the focus of He Anxia.

What made He Anxia's eyes widen was that the old man in a long gown was carrying two food boxes in his hands. Although Peng Ganwu had just arrived in Hangzhou not long ago, he had also heard of the name of Dequn Restaurant.

It was really good to eat tonight, so I packed up two more dishes and wanted to take them back and let my son Peng Qizi try them too. Peng Qizi was playful and probably hadn't eaten yet.

"stop!"

A voice suddenly sounded, causing Zhao Li and Peng Ganwu, who were talking while walking, to look at each other.

"Master Peng, are you here?" Zhao Liren looked at Peng Ganwu and said.

Peng Ganwu shook his head and replied: "Peng doesn't have many friends in Hangzhou, so he doesn't know this person."

If it wasn't him, then he would be calling himself. Zhao Liren's expression changed, and he waved his hand to signal the guard who was about to draw his gun not to get excited. He stared at He An and said coldly: "Are you talking to me?"

"It's not you, it's him." He Anxia stretched out his hand and pointed at Peng Ganwu.

"Me?" Peng Ganwu was stunned for a moment.

He Anxia said sternly: "Give me the food box in your hand."

"Food box?" Peng Ganwu and Zhao Liren looked at each other and saw the banter in each other's eyes. Peng Ganwu turned to look at He Anxia, ​​his voice was less cold and more concerned: "Are you hungry?"

He Anxia nodded.

Peng Ganwu said with a smile: "Have you never seen beggars on the street? When they beg for food, they always kneel on the ground and keep saying pitiful words, so that people will listen to you and become soft-hearted and give them a bite to eat. Do you want to take it from me? If you want to use the food box, you should at least kneel down first."

"Then I don't want it, I'll borrow it." He An said anxiously.

"I won't borrow it," Peng Ganwu said without hesitation.

He Anxia stopped talking, but his eyes were fixed on the food box in Peng Ganwu's hand from beginning to end.

Peng Ganwu didn't seem to see it, seeing that He Anxia didn't react after hearing him say that he didn't want to borrow it, and Zhao Liren walked forward talking and laughing. At this moment, He Anxia suddenly took action and grabbed the money from Peng Ganwu's hand. Food box.

Little did he know that Peng Ganwu had been on guard for a long time. He slipped his foot and avoided He Anxia's outstretched hand. He caught He Anxia off guard and twisted it hard, breaking He Anxia's arm.

"Don't have the courage to kneel down?" Peng Ganwu said coldly: "I'll help you."

As he said that, he pushed He Anxia forward with his backhand, followed with his right leg, and kicked He Anxia's knee. There was a click, and the bones of He Anxia were broken.

Peng Ganwu let go of He Anxia, ​​looked at the food box in his hand, and saw that the soup was not spilled, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He Anxia fell to the ground, moaning in pain, and he didn't even look at it. One glance.

He knows his methods.

He An might be able to cure it if he started, but the leg would definitely be useless.

"Master Peng Renyi." Zhao Liren gave Peng Ganwu a thumbs up, then turned to the people behind him and said: "If you dare to rob on the streets of Hangzhou, put them in sacks and throw them into the lake."



Kitchen.

Lu Xiao was shocked when he heard the waiter who came to serve the food gossip about the scene that happened at the door of the restaurant. Taoist priest, the dazzling scene of snatching the food box undoubtedly reminded Lu Xiao of the scene where He Anxia snatched Cui Daoning's lotus leaf chicken.

Now that Cui Daoning is gone, how can He Anxia grab Zhao Liren's head?

"Guixing, please keep an eye on the stove while I go out." Lu Xiao said hurriedly.

Guixing immediately responded: "Yes, Master. There are no more customers in the restaurant. Leave this place to me. Don't worry."

Lu Xiao quickly left the restaurant.

There is no way, He Anxia is the protagonist. Once he dies, Lu Xiao's experience in this plane will be over. Lu Xiao, who has been tricked once by Xia Luo, cannot be tricked by He Anxia.

Fortunately, the two members of the Detective Agency were not walking fast while carrying the injured He Anxia, ​​and there were blood stains on the ground. Lu Xiao quickly caught up with them.

Lu Xiao didn't want to have any conflicts with Zhao Liren. He just wanted to wait until He Anxia was thrown into the lake and the two members of the Detective Agency left, and then he would jump into the lake and rescue He Anxia.
Chapter completed!
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