America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Masao Kameda issued a summons.

But for the people of Xuanyangsha, this is not an easy instruction to execute.

In other words, the "Four Heavenly Kings of Eating, Drinking, Whoring and Gambling" rarely appear at the same time.

The one who was the easiest to find and communicate with was lying in the shrine with a white cloth covering his face.

"Picking flowers and enduring" Sato Kojiro often only appears at night, either on missions or sleeping with women, and often does not know where to hide during the day;
"Drunk Gun King" Yoshioka Kunihiko is a little easier to find than the above one.

As long as the wanderers of the Xuanyang Society are activated, they will definitely be found under the bridge hole or in the sugar cane fields, but whether they can be awakened depends on luck, or they can be awakened directly with two pieces of gold.

The best one to look for is Haruma Yamamoto, the "Gambling Fist Master". He must be in the casino, but if the bet is on happiness, it will be difficult to win.

Even if Masao Kameda gave the order himself, it took a long time.

Someone had an idea, he could win all his money with a trickster, and then Haruma Yamamoto had to go back to Xuanyangsha obediently.

This idea was only used once, because Yamamoto broke both of the arms of the person who came out, and he couldn't even lift the chopsticks until now.

But this time it was quite a surprise.

The first one to appear at the shrine was Haruma Yamamoto.

After learning that Yamada Sho was killed, the gambler was stunned, and rushed out of the casino unexpectedly, heading straight for the foot of the mountain.

When he walked through the torii gate (the gate at the entrance of the Shinto shrine, with two pillars and two beams, a bit like a gatehouse), when he arrived at the shrine, Priest Sato was doing rituals for Sho Yamada.

The priest waved a white flag in his hand and muttered around the corpse, but his eyes glanced at Haruma Yamamoto from time to time.

Haruma Yamamoto's face was ashen, and he seemed very sad.

The priest was a little emotional.

He thought that this old gambler didn't care about anyone except the sieve in the casino, but he didn't expect him to be so tender and tender.

Sato slowly walked up to Haruma Yamamoto, and patted his thick shoulder:

"Mr. Yamamoto, the Sri Lankan has gone, and he should be transformed into a heroic soul. Please mourn."

Haruma Yamamoto clenched his fists, with a mournful face:
"No, he is the only one who is willing to lend me money. He is dead, what should I do in the future?"

Sato closed his eyes, and continued to walk around Yamada Sho's body.

When it was almost noon, Haruma Yamamoto was told to meet Masao Kameda at the hall.

He took off his shoes and walked into the main hall, and found that Yoshioka Kunihiko was kneeling and sitting there sluggishly, looking delirious and drowsy.

Within 1.5 meters of this person, there was a strong smell of alcohol, which made people sick.

Haruma Yamamoto sat down about two meters away from him with a bit of disgust.

He folded his hands on his chest, looking arrogant.

In this way, there is a space between the two people.

Not surprisingly, Sato Kojiro did not appear.

After a while, Masao Kameda's bald head appeared behind the screen.

He silently came to Haruma Yamamoto and Kunihiko Yoshioka, and sat down.

"Report to the president, we still haven't found Kojiro Sato!" The ronin standing at the door reported loudly.

"He will come by himself at night." Masao Kameda waved his hand, "Go out first and close the door."

He adjusted his sitting posture, then lightly tapped the desk three times with his middle finger.

Yoshioka Kunihiko raised his head, stroked the bangs in front of his forehead, revealing his black eyepatch:
"Go ahead, I'm listening," he said.

"Have you seen Yamada Sho's body and the wounds on his land?" Masao Kameda asked, "What do you think?"

"This person is a master." Haruma Yamamoto said.

Masao Kameda did not speak.

This is nonsense.

Sho Yamada himself is a master of swordsmanship, who can kill him openly, what is it if he is not a master?
"His gun is also good." Cyclops added, "The shot that hit apprentice Yamada Sho's leg was intentionally held back, otherwise the kid would have died."

"You said he deliberately challenged Yamada and injured his apprentice?" Haruma Yamamoto turned to look at the gunman.

Yoshioka Kunihiko stroked his forehead:
"Maybe it's just not sure about the response of the Hawaii police, just try it out."

"When did such a master appear among those Chinese?" Haruma Yamamoto searched in his mind for those local Chinese Lianjiazi who had fought against him, but none of them seemed to have such a skill.

"Don't worry about this anymore." Masao Kameda's hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

His expression was as cold as a piece of iron.

"Yamamoto, your mission is to attack Chinatown tomorrow with Sho Yamada's apprentice and 100 people from his dojo. Yoshioka, you lead the [-]-man spear team to fight."

Masao Kameda ordered.

He compared an index finger to Yoshioka Kunihiko:
"However, your main task is to find the Chinese who killed Sho Yamada, and then kill him in various ways."

Yoshioka Kunihiko seems to have woken up from the wine. He sat up straight, lowered his head, and promised, "Hi!"

That night, the best restaurant in Chinatown, "Hong Fu Lou", was brightly lit up as if it was a festival, and the Honolulu Chinese Association had booked the venue, and their directors hosted a banquet here for Chen Jianqiu and the others.

This is a Cantonese restaurant, and the tables upstairs and downstairs are full of people.

The waiters shuttled back and forth between the tables carrying all kinds of Cantonese dishes.

The people at the wine table exchanged cups and called each other brothers, and the restaurant was full of voices for a while, so it was very lively.

The general manager of the Zhonghua Guild, surnamed Chen, is Chen Dewang, an old plantation owner in his sixties.

He was one of the first group of Chinese to come to Hawaii. With his own hard work, he bought two sugarcane plantations and made a lot of money by taking advantage of the opportunity that the tariffs in the United States had not increased more than ten years ago.

At this moment, he stood up holding the wine cup:

"Since ancient times, heroes have both literary and military skills. My family is not only good at business, but also amazing in martial arts. When I first came here, I was really proud to kill that Japanese master in the street."

"Why don't you all offer a toast to Jianqiu, huh? Hahahahaha."

Chen Dewang was full of joy.

The Mr. Chen who is [-] years younger than himself is said to be not only a well-known rich man in the United States, but also a Chinese leader on the West Coast at a young age, and he is also so capable of fighting.

The most important thing is that he has the same surname as himself, so he might be able to get close to his relatives.

Of course Chen Jianqiu understood what he was thinking.

He doesn't mind Mr. Chen going to check the genealogy, but he is afraid that he will dare to recognize it after he finds it.

Everyone else at the table stood up holding their wine cups.

Most of these people are also the best among the Chinese in Honolulu, including businessmen, local journalists, and even lawyers.

Chen Jianqiu, who was sitting in the chair on Chen Dewang's right, was forced to do business, so he stood up and drank the wine in his glass.

"Everyone, the situation we are currently facing is still very serious, and I hope that everyone can unite sincerely and prepare for battle." Chen Jianqiu said.

He didn't want to spoil everyone's interest at this happy time.

But as Li Sifu said, those Xuanyangshe people will definitely not let it go, and the white people and local aborigines in Honolulu have not yet expressed their attitude.

Among these people, who doesn't want the Chinese to get out of here?

Everyone at the wine table looked at each other, and Chen Dewang's displeasure flashed across his face, but he soon smoothed things over with a smile on his face:

"Jianqiu, today is the day to cleanse the dust for you, everyone is happy, don't talk about this, don't talk about this, everyone continue to drink, drink."

The atmosphere returned to normal again, and everyone started toasting each other.

Chen Jianqiu beckoned to Li Sifu who was sitting on the opposite table.

Li Sifu immediately put down his wine glass, and trotted to Chen Jianqiu's side.

"Let everyone control their drinking, especially the team leader, whoever drinks too much will be fired immediately!" Chen Jianqiu whispered.

Li Sifu nodded and went down to deliver the order.

After drinking for three rounds, the atmosphere in the restaurant became more and more lively.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, people on both sides became acquainted, and even began to sing and dance.

Xu Ajiu is crazy alone.

He didn't drink much, but the smell of alcohol was on his face, and his whole face seemed to be covered with chicken blood.

Encouraged by his deskmate, he took out the suona pinned to his waist:

"How about I blow a paragraph for everyone?"

The people below started booing, and some started applauding ahead of time.

Xu Ajiu put a mouth on her suona, took a deep breath, and her cheeks bulged like a balloon.

A suona sounded, suppressing all the noise in the scene.

Being able to hear the original musical instruments in this foreign country, everyone in the restaurant was filled with excited smiles on their faces.

Just as Xu Ajiu was playing with great concentration, a few people rushed in from outside the door:

They ran up to the second floor in a panic, and shouted loudly at Mr. Chen's desk:
"It's not good! Master Chen! The warehouse on South Street is on fire!"