Zhao Zong was furious. No one dared to mock him on this one-acre three-point land in Bianjing. It would be better to be more gorgeous than him. It would be better to run faster than him, but he would dare to speak rudely? So he quickly said to the coachman: "Hurry, hurry, catch up with him."

Chen Ao followed suit and cheered: "I'll catch up with you and reward you with a thousand guan!"

The coachman didn't dare to speed too fast, after all, he was carrying two princes. If something happened, killing him with a hundred heads was not enough. However, King Jin was urging him to urge him to give him a reward of a thousand guan, which was enough for him to be worried for the rest of his life. So he cheered up and raised his whip hard, repeatedly ***.

The carriage was getting faster and faster, and the wheels were whimpering. This urgent acceleration made Zhao Zong and Shen Ao in the car excited. Zhao Zong laughed and said, "Okay, okay, it turns out that this car is more interesting than fighting cocks!"

Seeing that King Jin's car was about to catch up, Master Zheng in front of him smiled coldly and said, "Come on, come on, block them, block them."

There were seven or eight guards beside his carriage. After looking at the carriage behind, these people felt that the carriage was probably also a carriage, and they did not dare to force it. They just snatched the horse to disturb Zhao Zong's carriage.

As the journey went by, chasing each other, occasionally two cars were running side by side, Zhao Zong poked his head out and cursed at Mr. Zheng. How could Mr. Zheng be easy to mess with? He naturally poked his head out and retorted.

After half a cup of tea, the Decisive Winning House finally arrived. The so-called Decisive Winning House is actually similar to the Gambling House. There is a gray cloth curtain on the front door, with the word Decisive Winning written on it. When you lift the curtain and go in, you can see a living room with a huge area. In the middle of the living room is a fence, inside is a place for fighting cocks. Outside the bar are many tables and chairs, tea drinking, melon seeds, and casually chatting about fighting cocks gather here.

However, on the second floor, there is a clean room, a window for watching cockfighting, and even a few girls who sing songs serve. There is a counter near the door. There are wooden signs hanging behind the counter, with signs such as General, Marquis of Power, and Iron School Captain. Of course, these are not names of people or official names, and they are all given to cockfighting. According to fashion, they are called stage names. The stage names of cockfighting are really interesting, but they are all extremely powerful anyway.

Chen Ao and Zhao Zong were one step later than Mr. Zheng. They rushed in with great momentum. Where could they see Mr. Zheng? Chen Ao looked at the wing room and said to Zhao Zong: "That bastard is probably in the wing room."

Zhao Zong said: "Do you want to chase him and beat him?"

If Chen Ao had been the past, he would have rolled up his sleeves, but today he shook his head reservedly and said, "Forget it, it's not good to hit people, we are here to watch the cockfighting."

Zhao Jihe nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I just don't know where the chicken from the Wuquhou family is?"

Chen Ao pulled out a white paper fan, shook it slowly, and said with a smile: "I'll just wait and see."

The two of them came in but did not attract much attention. After all, the people who came here were all playboys. Chen Ao and them didn't gather together. Perhaps some people heard about the famous name for a long time, but they may not recognize it. As for the King of Jin, he is also considered the oldest among the playboys. It's a pity that the older generation and the younger generation have a generation gap. Even if they come to the Jueshengfang, they will sit in the wing room.

So I don’t know many people, and the next cockfighting competition is about to begin, so no one is in the mood to pay attention to others.

At this time, a servant carrying a gong beat the gong and shouted loudly: "In the next round, the general of the bandit is facing the quiet one. Those who want to place bets should go to the stage."

Many people talked about it: "The general of the bandit has been in a state of great momentum recently, and I am afraid that the person will suffer a loss when he is in a daze."

"This may not be true. After all, Chen Luzi was a good guy who won consecutive victories last month, so he might not lose to him."

"Brother, don't know. According to Mr. Liu, the nagging boy was seriously ill at the beginning of the moon. Now... hehe..."

After many different opinions, Zhao Zong's eyes lit up and shouted, "Who is the naughty? Who is the naughty?"

Everyone looked at a sick chicken in the fence together, and someone said, "It's him. If you pay ten, do you want to buy it?"

Chen Ao wanted to have an attack, and his face suddenly fell down. He suddenly shouted: "I'll buy one hundred guan King Pingxi!"

Everyone looked at him idiotically. Chen Ao indeed walked to the counter, raised his hand and squeezed out a hundred coins of money and threw it to the shopkeeper, and lowered his voice and said, "Remember the account for me, can you buy 10,000 coins of the general who defeated the bandit?"

The shopkeeper looked stern and said coldly: "If you want to buy it, take the money."

Chen Ao smiled and said, "I'm joking." He was cursing in his heart, and only the fool would walk to the street and bring out ten thousand coins.

The King of Jin smiled and bought a hundred generals of the bandits, and said to Chen Ao with great vicissitudes: "I didn't expect that there was a gamble in cockfighting. When I was young, everyone just came to have fun."

As he was speaking, the two chickens in the fence were already clattering and making sharp sounds. The "stupid" was covered in floral colors. At this time, he was also energetic. His eyes were as big as beans stared at the general of the bandit, spreading his wings and taking the lead in attacking.

Chen Ao shouted: "Come on, King Pingxi!"

Everyone shouted together: "Lying down, lie down!"

Chen Ao got angry and clenched his fists.

Unexpectedly, the "Chenlanzi" pecked over, but the general of the bandit dodged away. The general of the bandit made a giggle, rushed over and pecked on the left wing of the "Chenlanzi". The "Chenlanzi" screamed and ran away with a coo.

After that... no matter how the general of the bandit chased and fought hard, the quiet guy was not in the fight. The spectators burst into laughter, and some people shouted: "This quiet guy is worse than once. I could fight three times yesterday. Today, I was scared out of my courage."

"It's useless, it's better to slaughter it and eat it happily. It's useless to keep it."

"Pede him to death, peck this stupid person to death!"

Chen Ao was furious and looked for those nonsense guys.

At this time, someone said: "The general who defeated the enemy is mighty and fled in panic!"

"Who said that!" A man stood up, pressed the hilt of his sword around his waist, and chuckled.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Chen Ao, and when he saw that he was ignorant, they cursed: "Get out, get out."

Chen Ao stepped into the fence and said, "Who said that King Pingxi was defeated? In my opinion, it was the general who defeated the bandits and lost." Shang Fang pulled out his sword, raised his sword and fell, and the general who defeated the bandits and cut it into pieces.

Everyone was stunned.

The guy in the shop could no longer hold back and rolled up his sleeves to rush into the railing.

The shopkeeper's face changed drastically, and he rushed over and said, "You...you are so brave, you dare to kill the general who is the enemy?"

Chen Ao was holding a sword in his hand, but no one dared to rush forward, but everyone surrounded him, which aroused public anger. When the King of Jin saw that the situation was not good, he immediately hugged his hands and said to a young man next to him, "I don't know him."

The young master was too lazy to pay attention to him, just said no.

Seeing him perfunctory, Zhao Zong was furious and lifted his clothes and said angrily: "I said I don't know him!"

"If you don't know, you won't know. What's the uncle doing if he gets so angry?"

Zhao Zong was stunned for a moment, then smiled, let go of the young master, and said, "I'm happy to say whatever I say."

At this time, Chen Ao said with great enthusiasm: "What kind of rank is this chicken?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment and said, "Chicken is chicken, how many ranks are there?"

Chen Ao raised his sword and said, "Since there is no quality, why can't I kill it?"

"You...you..."

Chen Ao said loudly: "This is the Shangfang sword granted by Your Majesty. He killed the fifth-rank official and the illegal cockfighting below. Why? Who is not convinced? Who is not convinced? Who is not convinced? Who is not convinced? Who is not convinced? Who is not convinced? Who is not convinced?

Everyone was quiet at this moment, even the shopkeeper's feet were soft, and his throat rolled for a while, and Qiqi said loudly: "It turns out that it was King Pingxi, offended, offended."

The young men had never seen Chen Ao before, but they also knew that Chen Ao was a killer in the Bian Jing Yaye. People like them were most afraid of people like Chen Ao. As soon as they knew it was Chen Ao, they immediately shrank, and many people had already fled in a hurry.

Chen Ao, as if no one was around, inserted his sword back into the scabbard and clapped his hands and said, "I'm just watching the fun, please continue."

After saying that, Chen Ao came from the fence, and everyone next to him was shocked and retreated.

When Chen Ao walked to Zhao Zong, Zhao Zong immediately said with a smile: "Haha, he is my son-in-law. Come and see, my son-in-law..."

After being frightened, the atmosphere of Jueshengfang suddenly became cold. Only the eyes of Mr. Zheng, who was sitting in the wing room, showed contempt in his eyes, and said to a guard beside him: "What's so great about King Pingxi? Humph, he will have something to look good at that time."

Seeing that many guests were about to leave, the shopkeeper seemed to be whispering to the person. After a while, he nodded to the person and suddenly stood up. He couldn't help but look at Chen Ao, and said in a slutty saliva: "Everyone, I have collected a chicken in *** Floor today. Does anyone want to buy it?"

This sentence made many customers stop. Jueshengfang has always fought cocks but not sold chickens. Even if it was for customers to sell, it would just be a sign and marked with the price and asked people to negotiate. There were very few people saying so grandly, and the shopkeeper personally came forward. It was almost unique.

The spectators were talking and wanted to see each other. Zhao Zong and Mr. Zheng in the wing room were both excited and their eyes shone.

The guy was already carrying a chicken cage, opened the cage door, put the chicken into the fence, and everyone couldn't help but gasp and talked: "The feather color of this chicken is really rare in the world, and the general of the bandit seemed unworthy of mention in front of it."

"Look at its claws..."

Someone said: "What's the price of this chicken?"

Some people who received the news vaguely felt that the chicken was related to the theft last night, but everyone was tacit at this time, but they refused to mention the matter.

The shopkeeper said: "This chicken is called the King of Chicken. You all bid for it, and those with the highest price will win."

So everyone was ready to go, and someone first gave five hundred slogans.

Five hundred cents, for the young master who came here to have fun, there were not many more or less. This chicken was the best among chickens at first glance. Anyone who was an insider had a foundation by just looking at its leisurely stroll in the fence, so there were quite a few bidding.

"One thousand stake..."

"One thousand one hundred coins..."

"Two thousand stakes..."

"Ten thousand cents!" A voice came slowly, and a head appeared on the wing room on the second floor. Who is not Mr. Zheng? Mr. Zheng was well-informed. He heard that the chicken from the Wuquhou family was lost last night. Today, a fur appeared here. He was so energetic. He was a fool. He knew what it meant. Besides, Mr. Zheng had been coveting the chicken from the Wuquhou family for a long time, but Mr. Wuquhou was a fool and refused to sell it at any price. For a person like Mr. Zheng who was thinking about his whole family, it was really hard to bear it. Even if the chicken appeared today, he could afford it even at a huge price.

"Ten thousand guan, I want it!" Seeing that everyone was silent, Mr. Zheng had a smug smile on his face. He bought a chicken with ten thousand guan. Except for the Zheng family, who else can have such a courage?

Zhao Zong originally wanted to see the situation first. The King of Jin liked a lot and liked cockfighting very much. Especially the chicken king, he was already itchy. A few days ago, Shen Ao gave him 100,000 yuan to his mansion, but he was not afraid of losing money. But when he heard the words 10,000 yuan, his face was gloomy. He went to buy a chicken with 10,000 yuan, and even the prince did not have the courage.

But when Zhao Zong raised his eyes and saw Mr. Zheng, his face changed and his whole body was filled with passion.

The playboy and playboy are born enemies, because everyone wants to compete for the limelight, and no one admits to the loss. The Zheng family is the richest man in Jiangbei and a royal relative, so of course they have the capital of this playboy. However, as the head of the prince, it would be fine if it were someone else. Mr. Zheng just got the car and made him lose a game, which annoyed him. At this time, he came out to grab the chicken again. How could he swallow his anger?

Zhao Zong was a confused guy, but his blood was pouring out, and he whispered loudly: "Ten thousand coins!"

Shen Ao added fuel to the fire and said, "Since he is the King of Chicken, of course, only King of Jin deserves it."

When Shen Ao said this, Zhao Zong was already in a difficult position. If he couldn't take the chicken in front of a junior, where would he put his face? Besides, Shen Ao's mouth has never been strict, and he would miss anything, like a sieve. He would know about this matter tomorrow.

Zhao Zong, the old playboy, really can't afford to lose. He has been struggling and having fun all his life, and he will never fall here.
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