The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 107 Huang Feihong

The faces of the two detectives changed drastically.

Obviously, they recognized Feng Ji.

But they didn't dare to do it the first time!

Both of them are old officials of the Gongmen, and they witnessed the tragedy of Tong Fuxing with their own eyes. There were so many broken limbs at the scene, and they all vomited out the overnight meal after working.

Now that they recognized Feng Ji, they didn't want to arrest him immediately, but wanted to leave quickly.

Stay as far away from this horrific murderer as possible.

However, when Feng Ji opened his mouth, it was equivalent to directly revealing his identity.

Their faces were pale, and one of the tall arresters trembled his lips, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Hero, even though we are in the Gongmen, we still hate the group of people who are with us, you just go, I pretend I didn't see it."

His companion also reacted, nodded hastily, and said, "Yes, yes, yes, we two brothers admire you very much."

Feng Ji glanced at the two with great interest, and asked, "What's your name?"

The tall arrester hesitated for a moment, bowed his head and said, "Thursday Eyes."

The other person had no choice but to bow his head: "Wang Bandang."

Feng Ji nodded slightly: "Both of you are smart people. It's a pity that the occasion is wrong. Otherwise, we can have a drink. Let's go."

The two were suddenly ecstatic, and the hand holding the handle of the knife was also released.

Zhou Zhouyan couldn't help but said: "Aren't you afraid that we will inform you?"

Feng Ji laughed: "Go ahead and sue, just remind your companions, when you come, remember to settle down and prepare the coffin in advance."

The two of them suddenly looked solemn and awed in their hearts.

He watched helplessly as Little Six pulled Feng Ji all the way out of the street.

Wang Bandang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned his head to look at Zhou Zhou's eyes, and said, "Old Zhou, what should we do? Do you want to report the truth?"

Zhou Zhou's eyes suddenly stared: "What the hell, if the higher-ups blame me, why don't they take down the criminal?"

"This……"

"It's enough to pretend. I don't think this northern hero is a bad guy. Those who are in the same boat should have died a long time ago. Why do we bother to risk our lives for these beasts? Let's go."

"Too."

……

It is not uncommon in Guangzhou at the moment to meet a police officer by chance and still have a pleasant conversation.

The police officers can show off their power to the common people, and they can immediately use their knives and take cards.

But if they really encountered a murderer, if it was not necessary, they would not really go up and fight hard.

After all, one month's salary is only so little, so why bother working hard.

Without any surprise or danger, Feng Ji just sat in the rickshaw of Xiaoliuzi in the Guangzhou city full of arrests, and arrived at Baozhilin safely.

Currently, Baozhilin is well-known in Foshan, Guangzhou, and Huang Feihong's name is even more praised by everyone.

"Master, Baozhilin has arrived."

Feng Ji got out of the car and looked up at Baozhilin's plaque.

The three big characters of Baozhilin are flamboyant and phoenix-dancing, quite like a master.

The door was open, and some voices of people coming and going could be heard inside.

Feng Ji walked into Baozhi Forest, but he saw that Baozhi Forest was overcrowded, many shirtless men were practicing boxing, stance, or sword skills.

Feng Ji took a glance, and suddenly his eyes flashed with brilliance. The saber techniques practiced by those people were exactly the same as the Liuhe Dao practiced by the fifth brother!
"what--"

Suddenly, screams came from the hall behind the courtyard.

Feng Ji looked over, but saw a group of people gathered in the living room, many of them were angry.

"Uncle Li!"

"Uncle Caifan, are you okay?"

"Master Huang, is Uncle Li okay?"

Everyone chatted and asked.

But in the room, an old man with gray hair was lying on a single bed.

His arms were bandaged and bloodstained.

Next to him was a young man in a long gown, about thirty, with a fair face and beardless, elegant appearance.

Holding something like pliers in his hand, he picked out a bloody iron pellet from the wound on the old man's arm.

"Uncle, you're fine, the bullet has been taken out, but then you have to rest well."

After the man finished speaking, a fat man at the side immediately rushed over with water and said, "Master, the water is here."

The man threw the bullet into the water, and a group of people immediately surrounded him.

The fat man couldn't help but said: "Is this the iron egg shot out by a foreign gun?"

Huang Feihong stood up and said, "Asu, bandage Uncle's wound."

While talking, he washed his hands in the basin and sighed: "Nowadays there are so many foreign ships in the port with all kinds of national flags. This uncle vegetable vendor got on the wrong ship because he couldn't distinguish the national flags, and was injured by misunderstanding."

"The imperial court has just suffered a defeat, and is afraid of foreigners like tigers. We Chinese are the ones who suffer in this kind of dispute."

The fat man was furious immediately, and roared, "Are we still alive?"

"These Manchurian dogs don't care about our life or death at all. They have occupied our Central Plains, and now they are colluding with the red-haired ghosts and betraying great rivers and mountains!"

"You can't take the lives of our common people, mother!"

He turned around and put down the medicine tray in his hand, grabbed an iron fork on the weapon rack, and shouted to everyone: "Brothers in the militia, let's go and dismantle the foreign boat!"

The men of the militia suddenly showed anger.

"Pork Rong is right, dismantle these foreign ships!"

"Yes, to avenge uncle, do these red-haired ghosts really regard this place as their territory?"

"The imperial court is incompetent, and General Liu is so tired that he went to Annan. Damn, his own country can't be saved, and he still has the time to manage others!"

"Brothers, fight with them!"

"Governments are all soft and afraid of hard, let's do it together and see what they can do!"

……

"Brothers, copycats!" Zhurou Rong roared.

But at this moment, a basin of cold water was poured down, and Zhu Rou's head was soaked with water.

He turned his head angrily, but saw Ya Casu holding the basin, his face full of anxiety, stammering: "You...you...cold... calm down!"

Zhu Rourong was furious, grabbed Ya Casu by the collar, and shouted: "What do you know? You fake foreign devil, you can't speak Cantonese well, teach me here?"

"Stop! Shirong, let go of Asu!"

Zhu Zhurong's expression froze, he quickly let go of his teeth and looked at Huang Feihong.

But Huang Feihong shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense, what Asu said is right, now is not the time to be aggressive, you are too impulsive, I will not allow you to interfere in this matter!"

"Now it's about human life, we have to go to the Yamen to clarify this matter with foreigners."

"Otherwise, how will we Chinese live in Foshan in the future?"

"Master—"

"Okay, that's it."

Huang Feihong interrupted Zhu Zhurong and a group of militia brothers.

Of course he knows that everyone is wronged, but right now Guangdong is not something that militia groups like them can shake up.

How many foreigners' ships and cannons are gathered here, and the government will bow their heads when they see foreigners. Why do they fight with foreigners?
If they really dared to smash the foreign ships, the Qing government would send people to arrest them without foreigners taking action.

There are so many people in the White Lotus Sect, and they are so powerful, so they only dare to parade and preach in the streets. Who dares to really go to the port to make trouble?
Their manpower is not even as good as a sub-helm of the White Lotus Sect.

If there is a big trouble, they are the ones who suffer.

He promised General Liu Yongfu to take good care of these militia brothers, so naturally he couldn't let them put themselves in danger.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the vegetable vendor, he suddenly heard loud shouts from outside.

"Master Huang, if you persist in forbearance, you will only wear out the blood of the Black Banner Army and destroy the spirit of General Liu. You must know that once you are full of strength, you will be weakened and exhausted. If you endure repeatedly, I am afraid that it will be difficult to have bloody courage in the future."

When everyone heard the words, they turned their heads and looked towards the yard.

But Feng Ji, who was tall and tall, was standing in the courtyard, with a burly figure and a tall and straight figure.

After he has achieved great success in horizontal training, he has no shortage of meat. At this time, he is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with solid muscles, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and he is nearly [-] centimeters taller than the current southerners!

Therefore, everyone just glanced at it, and they couldn't help secretly applauding in their hearts.

What a man!
Huang Feihong was also surprised, looked at Feng Ji, and felt that Feng Ji must be a master of kung fu because of his vigorous blood and steady steps.

At the moment, he was puzzled, but there was no timidity on his face, he smiled and said, "I'm Huang Feihong, who is your Excellency?"

Feng Ji clasped his fists together: "Feng Ji, I have heard of Master Huang's name for a long time. When I saw him today, I really have the air of a master."

"Feng Ji...Feng Ji?"

Huang Feihong chewed on the name, feeling a little familiar, but couldn't remember where he heard it.

Hearing Feng Ji's praise at this time, he quickly smiled modestly and said, "I'm so proud of you, Brother Feng, please sit inside."

"Asu, watch tea."

Feng Ji strode into the room, Zhu Zhurong and others stood outside the door to watch.

What Feng Ji said just now really touched the hearts of the soldiers of the militia.

They all wanted to know who Feng Ji was.

Huang Feihong also carefully recalled the name Feng Ji in his heart, and thought about it among the well-known masters in the southern martial arts, but he really couldn't think of it.

With Feng Ji's height characteristics, if he had seen it, he would never forget it.

Immediately picked up the teacup, said with a smile: "Brother Feng, please have some tea."

Feng Ji took a sip of tea and said with emotion: "Good tea, unfortunately, ordinary people can't drink this kind of good tea nowadays, it's not that there is no good tea in China, it's just that there is good tea, but foreigners snatch it away. "

Huang Feihong kept silent, didn't figure out Feng Ji's purpose, just smiled slightly.

Feng Ji said again: "What foreigners are taking away now is our tea and our land. If we just give in, what will be taken away in the future will be the backbone of our Chinese people and our dignity!"

"Master Huang, do you think that the court can make decisions for the people if it comes forward?"

"Today foreigners can shoot and injure vegetable vendors at will, but tomorrow they can't just find excuses to invade our homes?"

"How long are we going to endure?"

After Feng Ji said a few words, all the members of the militia at the scene were furious, their faces were flushed and their breathing was heavy.

Even standing outside the door, they clenched their fists and felt humiliated.

Pork Rong has a bad temper, the first one couldn't hold back, and shouted: "Master!"

Huang Feihong sighed, he knew that if he asked Feng Ji to continue, he would no longer be able to stop these militia brothers.

Immediately put down the teacup, and looked at Feng Ji solemnly: "Brother Feng, you and I have never met before, why did you seduce my disciples when you came here? What exactly are you here for?"

Feng Ji smiled, put down his teacup, and said, "I want to take over this militia group from Master Huang."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

(End of this chapter)