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Chapter 28 Killing and Punishing the Heart

shore.

Hong Chen looked up with an indifferent expression.

It was because the warships that appeared in his eyes were all flying foreign flags.

But this is Foshan.

The longer you look, the colder your eyes become, and the colder your heart becomes.

The history you read in books can never be as shocking as what you see with your own eyes.

Looking at those people who were wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms but were very respectful to foreigners, the coldness in my heart seemed to suddenly disappear.

Because there was a fire.

The bamboo fan ribs creaked.

"Hong Chen?"

A voice rang behind him.

Hong Chen let go, turned his head, and smiled, all in one go.

Looking at the person who came, he asked in surprise: "Aunt Thirteen? Why are you here?"

"Joanna and I came here to take pictures with the troupe. Oh, I haven't introduced her to you yet. She is Joanna, from England."

The foreign woman next to Thirteenth Aunt smiled and extended her hand.

Hong Chen shook her hand and said to Aunt Thirteen, "Can I go and see?"

"Of course." Aunt Thirteen agreed happily.

When they arrived at the opera troupe, Thirteenth Aunt brought up the name of Huang Feihong, and the troupe owner let them in without saying a word.

The troupe was still setting up the stage, and was busy inside and outside.

When Aunt Thirteen set up the camera and started counting down, Hong Chen looked up at the roof.

Sure enough, a living person rolled down.

Hong Chen didn't think twice and immediately pulled Aunt Thirteen away, while at the same time raising his foot to steady the camera that was about to fall.

The next second, the figure fell to the ground.

Thirteenth Aunt was frightened and couldn't help but scream.

But then, Hong Chen pulled her behind him again and kicked her.

The mud bucket that fell from the roof flew out and hit the head of the man who fell down first.

Of course, Aunt Thirteen screamed again.

Hong Chen curled his lips: "It's okay, do you still want to shoot?"

Thirteenth Aunt stared blankly at the mess on the ground, then looked at Hong Chen, swallowed her saliva, nodded and said, "Take a picture! But just one picture is enough, I don't think it's very safe here."

The troupe boss came running over, complaining, "Liang Kuan! Look at you. You brag to others all day about how good your kung fu is, but you ended up messing up the roof repair and almost hurting your guests. Why are you still lying there? Hurry up and get up and clean up!"

Liang Kuan, lying on the ground, was covered in mud and water, and looked unrecognizable, but his eyes were wide open.

Snapped!
The bamboo fan blocked his sight, and then a pair of peach blossom eyes replaced the pair of big watery apricot eyes.

Liang Kuan's pupils could not help but move: These eyes seem to be more beautiful than the previous ones...

"Your eyes make me uncomfortable." Hong Chen frowned.

Liang Kuan saw the peach blossom eyes narrow slightly, and the sharp gaze made his back chilled, and he quickly turned his head to avoid the sharp gaze.

Upon hearing this, the troupe owner quickly and loudly rebuked Liang Kuan, then came to his senses, bowed and smiled apologetically: "Mr. Hong, I'm really sorry, this kid has just started to venture into the world, he is really too young, if you really don't like him, I will kick him out of the troupe immediately!"

Liang Kuan, who was walking towards the opera troupe, stopped.

Hong Chen looked at Liang Kuan, but said to the class owner: "Do you know me?"

"Of course, you are Master Huang's junior fellow apprentice of Bao Zhilin. How could I not know you?"

Liang Kuan looked back in surprise. Not wanting to meet Hong Chen's eyes again, he immediately turned around and fled into the troupe.

Hong Chen shook his head: "There's no need to kick him out. It's not easy to make a living out here."

The boss immediately shouted, "Oh my, you are absolutely right. You and Master Huang are both great people!"

"Okay, boss, you don't need to praise me. We'll leave after taking the photos. Can you go do your own thing?"

After a while, Hong Chen watched Aunt Thirteen take a photo, and the three of them left together. Behind them, a pair of eyes watched silently.

The foreign woman Joanna left halfway, and Hong Chen and Aunt Thirteen returned to Baozhilin together.

As soon as I entered the door, it started raining heavily outside.

Many patients came to Baozhilin again. Huang Feihong was busy seeing patients, so he just nodded.

Aunt Thirteen said to Hong Chen: "Thank you so much today, otherwise I don't know what would have happened."

"You're welcome, Aunt Thirteen. However, Foshan is indeed not peaceful right now, so if you want to go out in the future, it's best to bring my senior brother with you. At the very least, bring someone from Bao Zhilin with you."

"Ok."

Hong Chen looked at the sky, took an umbrella, and went out again.

This time, he found his target quickly.

Because he was standing on the street, he saw the big golden words floating in the air.

He did not rush forward, but stood in the rain with an umbrella, lost in thought.

There is no doubt that Yan Zhendong is weaker than Huang Feihong.

But stronger people are not the target of the mission.

Is it because he will turn evil, or is it because he wants me to fight against different types of masters and defeat them?
The rain is getting heavier.

Yan Zhendong used his throat to hold the two sharp spears and began to exert force, and the spear shafts gradually bent.

As he took a sudden step forward, the gun barrel broke immediately.

The throat was unharmed.

Not a trace of adulteration.

To train the iron shirt to this level requires not only time, but also long-term persistence and continuous endurance of extreme pain and torture.

As we all know, being cruel to others is nothing. Those who can be cruel to themselves are the real cruel people.

"Are you interested in chatting?" Hong Chen held up an umbrella and looked at Yan Zhendong who was squatting on the ground picking up money in the rain.
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Standing at the gate of Baozhilin, Yan Zhendong was surprised: "Are you from Baozhilin?"

"Yes."

"Although I'm new here, I've heard of Bao Zhilin's reputation from many people. So, are you a doctor?"

"I am barely an apprentice. Come in with me."

Crossing the middle door, there was a commotion inside. Zhu Rourong's voice was loud and full of anger.

"We don't rely on Manchu dogs! The Manchus have occupied our land, and now they are colluding with the red-haired devils to sell out our beautiful country! Brothers of the militia, let's go and dismantle the foreign ships!"

Hong Chen strode over the threshold with a loud voice.

"What a great ambition! The whole court is full of good-for-nothings who dare not deal with foreign ships even with foreign guns and cannons. All we need is our famous Foshan Lin Shirong and a group of militiamen armed with sticks to destroy them completely! Hong has limited knowledge, and today I am just waiting to broaden my horizons!"

"Uncle Master!?"

Zhu Rourong heard the voice before he turned around and was immediately shocked.

When I turned around, I saw Hong Chen standing at the door with a smile on his face and anticipation in his eyes.

Their eyes met, Hong Chen turned sideways and extended his hand to invite him: "Please!"

Zhu Rourong's face trembled for a moment, and he was in a dilemma.

Behind him, Yacasu, who was holding a basin of water and preparing to pour it on Zhu Rourong's head to help him calm down, was also stunned.

The other militia members looked at each other and dared not say a word.

The next moment, Huang Feihong stood up and said to Hong Chen with a sullen face, "That's right. I, Huang Feihong, have lived for decades in vain and have never seen such a scene. Junior brother, you're right. Today I also want to see the world. I wonder if Master Lin is willing to give me a chance?"

Bang!

Zhu Rourong dropped the steel fork in his hand and fell to his knees with a thud, his voice trembling:

"Master! I was wrong!"

Huang Feihong's eye twitched and he secretly glanced at the door.

When I caught a glimpse of Hong Chen's smile, four words suddenly popped up in my mind.

Kill people and kill your heart.

(End of this chapter)