Heaven's Martial Fate

Chapter 83 The smell of gunpowder

"Huang Feihong, is it something you, an 'ordinary' person, can do to negotiate with British officials?"

Wearing a first-rank crown with a flower feather on his head and a first-rank military general's official uniform, the admiral of Guangdong Province is majestic, his sharp eyes are full of coldness, and he warns in a deep voice: "In the future, you are not allowed to look for British officials, otherwise the law is ruthless. remind you!"

"My lord, Mr. Huang just wants to ask for justice from foreigners!"

Huang Feihong replied neither humble nor overbearing, without the slightest mood swing.

"Fair? What is fair?"

The admiral was furious, and said angrily, "What happened to the fisherman? Don't tell me, you don't know. It's unreasonable to use this matter to argue with foreigners!"

"My lord, after all, the fisherman was wounded by a gun..."

Huang Feihong argued hard, and said dissatisfied: "Even if there is something inside, foreigners should give an explanation!"

"Then go find them and ask for an explanation!"

The admiral sneered, and said with disdain: "It's not that the governor looks down on you, it's just you who want foreigners to apologize, and dream about it for eight lifetimes!"

After speaking, he didn't bother to pay attention to the angry Huang Feihong, turned around and left with his soldiers.

At the door, Wu Dong happened to come in with a group of militia masters, and he snorted coldly, "What are you doing, what do you militia want to do?"

There was a sign of sensuality, after all, no matter whether it was Wu Dong or the militia fighters around him, they were not easy to mess with if they were all capable.

More than a dozen people blocked the door, even if they didn't do anything, it still gave people a very strong sense of oppression, and the admiral felt it.

"My lord, what are you talking about?"

Wu Dong asked curiously: "The militia doesn't seem to have offended the adults, and they didn't steal or rob..."

As he spoke, he shook his head to signal the militia brothers around him to make way, and did not continue speaking.

But he reacted like this, but it made a group of vigilantes feel unhappy.Even though he didn't dare to prick in front of the admiral, his complexion inevitably turned bad.

"Hmph, militia militia, you can do it yourself!"

Apparently, the admiral also realized that he had lost his composure, but he didn't make excuses, but just left with a cold snort.

It's still a little temperamental!

Seeing the back of the admiral and his party leaving, Wu Dong narrowed his eyes and commented leisurely.

"Adong, what are you doing?"

At this time, Huang Feihong suddenly asked in dissatisfaction: "You know that the admiral's visit is not good, but you still want to add fuel to the fire?"

Huang Feihong heard the commotion outside and hurried out to check, just in time to see Wu Dong leading a dozen militia fighters into Baozhilin aggressively.

It is inevitable that I will be a little unhappy...

"Master Huang, the visitor is not kind after all!"

Wu Dong didn't feel any embarrassment at all, and signaled that the militia members had dispersed, found a chair and sat down, chuckled and said, "We have to show our strength properly, otherwise people will look down upon us, who knows what the other party will do ?”

"You..."

Huang Feihong was a little helpless, and said depressedly: "I don't know what's going on, I always feel that things are not going well recently!"

As Zhurourong took Baozhilin's disciples to Guangzhou to work hard, Baozhilin was a little deserted at this time.

I don't know what Huang Feihong's thoughts are, in short, he has no intention of continuing to accept disciples for the time being.

Wu Dong, who came here from time to time, brought a lot of excitement to the deserted Bao Zhilin, and the other party was the main person in charge of the militia, so Huang Feihong would not really treat him coldly.

Besides, he has always had a good impression of Wu Dong, who is studious and willing to practice martial arts.

It's just that some of the things he encountered recently made him feel bored, and it's normal to feel a little upset. His temper is still good, and he didn't vent his anger on others.

Wu Dong was a little speechless, why did he think so, don't you have any score in your heart?
"Master Huang, just do it according to your own ideas. With me watching over the militia, the city of Foshan is very stable!"

What he said was full of encouragement: "Of course, if you encounter difficulties from the government, Master Huang doesn't have to give the other party too much face!"

"What are you talking about?"

Huang Feihong rolled his eyes angrily, changed the subject and said, "Oh, a relative just came back from overseas today, why don't you come and meet me?"

"A relative overseas?"

Wu Dong's heart moved, and he secretly thought that it must be Aunt Thirteen, right?
But he said: "I don't care, I'm just afraid that Master Huang's relatives will look down on me, a bumpkin!"

"Who dares to call you stupid?"

Huang Feihong said unhappily: "The entire militia knows that you know the most about foreign countries!"

"Besides, Shirong's dealings with foreigners are all controlled by your remote control. Why are you humble now?"

"Ha, Master Huang is absurd!"

Being praised face to face by Huang Feihong, Wu Dong was in a good mood for a while, and said modestly with a smile: "I just think that foreigners are so arrogant, and the court still let them go, there must be a reason!"

"I also want to know how the foreigner's ships and guns came about. Naturally, I have to learn more about it and see if I can learn some practical and useful knowledge!"

"Hey, if the imperial court also thinks like you, that would be great!"

Huang Feihong's heart shook, he shook his head and sighed, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, you'd better come with me!"

Wu Dong didn't say much, and followed Huang Feihong to get up and leave Baozhilin.

On the way, he pretended to be curious and asked: "Master Huang, is your relative male or female?"

"You'll know when the time comes!"

Huang Feihong had a strange look on his face, but he didn't answer Wu Dong's question.

When he arrived at the appointed teahouse, Huang Feihong happened to help the so-called third uncle out of the siege. Wu Dong saw the familiar scene in front of him and knew that it was Thirteenth Aunt who had come.

There was no disturbance in my heart, I found an inconspicuous place to sit down, and planned to be a quiet crowd.

It's a pity that the identity of the actual person in charge of the militia is there, and some well-known guys in Foshan, regardless of the huge age gap, took the initiative to come forward and say hello.

"Feihong, who is this?"

Whether it was the third uncle or the thirteenth aunt who made a stunning appearance, they all couldn't help asking curiously when they saw such a scene.

"Ahem, Ah Dong, come here, let me introduce you!"

Huang Feihong was feeling a little embarrassed. Hearing this, he hurriedly greeted Wu Dong, and introduced to Third Uncle and Thirteenth Aunt, "This little brother is my right-hand man in the militia, and he is also Wu Dong who is in charge of specific affairs!"

"I met my third uncle, I met my thirteenth aunt!"

Wu Dong smiled slightly, bowed his hands and said: "If there is anything wrong in Foshan, just give orders to both of you, and it will be easy to solve for Master Huang's sake!"

After a few words of politeness, he took the initiative to avoid it, saying that the sour smell between Huang Feihong and Thirteenth Aunt was not the place for him to stay.

(End of this chapter)