People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Chapter 77 Deng Chun's Worries

"A meddlesome oriental charlatan, a dozen or so homeless people, and one or two gangsters dare to challenge the underground order of Los Angeles."

That's incredibly arrogant!

The middle-aged white man quickly glanced at the documents, reached out and took the cigar from the corner of his lips, his voice chilling to the bone.

"Go, notify the Los Angeles police."

Let them go and send those Colombians to meet God, and then tell the Orientals in Peaceful Town the news.

Just like the proverb spoken by the ancient Eastern people, if a group of monkeys don't take you seriously, then the best thing you can do is kill a chicken in front of them.

Let's warn them with blood!

"yes!"

The subordinate responded and went out to make a phone call. Dealing with trash like the Colombian gang was just a matter of a word.

However, they were determined to suffer this loss in silence!

Smuggling children into the country is nothing unusual, but if these children are brought in to be used as food, then that's a different story.

otherwise.

Just the fact that they invaded a private estate will surely lead to the arrest of those two Easterners in Ping An Town on serious charges, and they'll definitely end up spending decades in prison.

Then he died mysteriously in prison.

But now, because of those children, and because these two Asians only have green cards and are not American citizens.

Several factors combined.

It's really not good to kill these two Asians at this sensitive time.

So he had no choice but to take his anger out on the Colombians.

As the East grows stronger and its influence increases, it becomes a serious matter if an Easterner loses their life in America while trying to save a child.

And what is Colombia in the eyes of Americans?

This isn't directed at any one person; every country in the Americas is trash!

Of course, this also includes those poor northern Canadians who can't even provide adequate healthcare in their towns.

It was still in that solemn and dignified room.

Deng Jiale was recounting what he knew from his father and what he had seen at the scene. After all, Master Chen had said that he should say whatever he knew and not hide anything.

"Mr. Deng Jiale, let's double-check the information you provided."

"good!"

"You just said that your father agreed to help because the other party agreed to teach you the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield techniques?"

"yes!"

"The Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover technique supposedly makes one invulnerable to swords and spears, and it was demonstrated in front of your father using his sword and spear?"

"Yes, what my father told me must be true!"

"Okay, next point number 3, your father tells you that this Chen Ping'an is actually a successor of the Taiping Dao?"

Is this his guess, or did Chen Ping'an himself admit it?

"He is one of my father's men. I found the Taoist priest named Chen Ping'an on an American religious website. He registered a religion called Taiping Dao in the United States."

Moreover, my father told me that the Taoist priest named Chen Ping'an not only knew the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield techniques, but also used talisman water to feed homeless people.

After drinking that bowl of talisman water, I was no longer hungry and felt energetic all over.

Moreover, my father said that their lineage was particularly adept at establishing prestige among people suffering from hunger and cold.

That's exactly the kind of person Master Chen Ping'an is!

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Deng Jiale. Thank you very much for your cooperation!"

Not only Deng Jiale, but everyone who sent their child in with him will be questioned.

This includes, but is not limited to, Liu Yong, Wang Bin, and Chen Mingyu. Even the three international students who went with them, who were not considered respectable in Chen Ping'an's Heavenly Book, as well as the driver and others, were all questioned.

A sharp-looking middle-aged man stood by the window of his top-floor office and looked out, just in time to see several cars slowly driving away.

His eyesight is excellent, but he can't see who's in the car from this distance.

However, even if he couldn't see them, he knew who was inside.

"The Way of Peace?"

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft he could barely hear it: "Interesting!"

"Is America not yet at the end of its dynasty?"

But then, this sharp-witted middle-aged man became slightly excited.

"But no matter what, since this trend is emerging, I, Li, have to lend a hand!"

He then returned to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed: "Secretary, book me a flight to Peanut Village, the fastest one."

Chen Ping'an left without waiting for Deng Jiale and the others, but he didn't return to Ping'an Town immediately either. Instead, he followed Deng Chun to Chinatown.

Knowing full well that there will be a 30-day legal vacuum starting tomorrow.

During these 30 days, without the protection of the law, anything can happen.

Now that he knew, he needed to prepare in advance, so Chen Ping'an followed Deng Chun to Chinatown.

He needs weapons and equipment!

It's not just us who need it; the 36 people in Ping'an Town need it too.

Faced with a potentially deadly threat and the lawlessness of the 30th, his deep-seated fear of insufficient firepower kicked in.

He had no idea what he would face in the next 30 days, or whether tanks, armored vehicles, or drones—things that shouldn't be in the United States—would appear.

After all, these things can only be owned by American militia organizations at the very least. Private collections of World War II tanks, even if they still have shells, cannot be driven on the road at will.

"Ouch!"

Originally, I thought that Chen Ping'an, who was cultivating the Way of Peace, wanted to get something from me after coming back with me.

But to his surprise, the other person's first words stunned Deng Chun: "A real person!"

To put it nicely, it's a triad; to put it bluntly, it's a gang.

Of the more than one hundred elite soldiers, if you really count all the registered people, there are probably no more than 500 still alive.

This small group of people, although they might get into some arguments when fighting with other gangs.

But the most serious weapons are submachine guns and fully automatic assault rifles, and at worst, a stun grenade or a hand grenade.

"But you ask for landmines and RPGs right off the bat? Aren't you giving me, Deng Chun, too much credit?"

Deng Chun was somewhat apprehensive. Although he didn't know why Chen Ping'an wanted to buy these things, he really didn't dare to give them to him!

If Chen Ping'an's Taiping Dao were to raise a Yellow Turban Army in America, it would be doomed to fail. Since failure was inevitable, then he, the one providing him with weapons—

What will be the outcome?

It's something you can figure out by just thinking about it.

In the end, he could only be stingy and gave them a dozen or so submachine guns, assault rifles and ammunition, as well as two boxes of grenades.

After giving it to him, he said to Chen Ping'an over and over again with a bitter expression, "That's all, really none left—"

On the way back to Ping'an Town, Robert, who had been rather unnoticed until now, suddenly spoke up: "Father, are those things you wanted in a hurry?"

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