Infinite Movie World

Chapter 12 The One-Armed Horton
"Master Huang!"

After the Hesha Gang escaped, the owner of the restaurant fell to his knees in front of Huang Feihong with a plop, his face full of tears.

Huang Feihong quickly reached out to help the owner of the restaurant up, "Boss Lin, what are you doing? We are all neighbors and folks, so it is right to watch each other."

The owner of the restaurant, Lin, still couldn't get up on his knees, and cried, "Master Huang, save people to the end! The Hesha Gang are all desperadoes. If you let them go today, they will come to burn them at night." My shop! I beg you, catch up with them and kill them all!"

"This..." Huang Feihong frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Boss Lin, I, Huang Feihong, am not a killer. Besides, I have already punished them. If they dare to mess around again, I will help you to the end."

"Master Huang! You, you are hurting me!"

Boss Lin slumped on the ground and said in despair: "It's over, it's over, it's over. Dude! Pack up! Move out today!"

Huang Feihong wanted to persuade him a few more words, but Boss Lin walked into the back hall insensitively, and didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

After leaving the restaurant, Xufeng said indignantly: "Master, the owner of this restaurant is really too much. You saved them, but they don't appreciate you at all, instead they blame you for harming them!"

Huang Feihong smiled wryly and shook his head, "It's not their fault, it's just the black and white world that is upside down. It's a pity that I, Huang Feihong, can defeat the Hesha Gang, but I can't reverse the reality of the country being weak and the people suffering."

At this moment, Huang Feihong's resolute eyes disappeared, and his eyes were full of confusion and worry.

Xufeng couldn't help having a sore nose, and said with a choked voice: "Master, there will be a day when we, the people of Tang Dynasty, will awaken, and there will be a day when we, China, will rise up!"

Huang Feihong patted Xufeng on the shoulder, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Afeng, with a junior like you, I believe that day will come soon. Let's go and settle accounts with foreigners!"

Huang Feihong was very sober. The instigator of this incident was the English foreigner hiding behind the scenes. If the foreigner was resolved, the troubles of the Hesha Gang would naturally disappear.

"Master!" Xufeng held the captured firearm in front of Huang Feihong, "This is a foreigner's firearm. It is easy to use and powerful. Master, you should use it for self-defense."

Huang Feihong shook his head, "I don't need it, but Afeng, you don't have some martial skills to defend yourself. This thing is just right for you."

Xufeng thought about it, but did not refuse, "Okay, thank you, Master!"

With this short-handled firearm, not only can he defend himself, but he can also save his master at critical times.

Xufeng hid the firearm in her waist and covered it with a long gown.

Not far in front is the concession.

It used to be a bustling vegetable market, but later because of the unequal treaties of the Qing court, the best central area was allocated to foreigners, and Tang people had to take a long detour to pass through this place.

The concession was surrounded by wire fences, and Ah San, with fierce eyes, stood guard all the time. 【Note 1】

Huang Feihong revealed his identity, and Ah San immediately reported to him.

Not long after, a tall foreigner with bandaged hands came out arrogantly.

Xufeng smiled coldly: "Oh, one-armed Horton."

Huang Feihong said with a flat expression: "Afeng, don't laugh at the disabled."

Master, you are more ruthless than me... Xufeng suppressed a smile and said, "Yes, Master."

This disabled person, Horton, was the tall foreigner who offended Huang Feihong yesterday at Baozhilin. Huang Feihong took off his arm joints with one move. Plaster, but none of it worked.

Horton gave Huang Feihong a strange look, and said in an arrogant tone, "Come with me."

Walking into the concession, what you see head-on is a brand-new Western-style building.

The western buildings were full of foreigners in western clothes. When they saw Xufeng and Huang Feihong walking in, they were full of disgust.

The Western style in the building is very strong.

Clean white steps, graceful and luxurious stair handrails, tables, chairs and benches inlaid with gold rims, and Tang dynasty porcelain placed in the corner.

Obviously, foreigners have regarded this place as their home.

As for Xu Feng and Huang Feihong, the two Tang people, they seemed like uninvited guests who broke into their home.

"This is obviously our land..." Huang Feihong's rigid face was full of pain.

At this time, Holden turned his head and said in English: "You guys! Wait here! General Wiggins will be here soon!"

Huang Feihong said lightly, "Come here."

Xufeng didn't translate, but just hooked her finger at Horton.

Horton took a step back nervously, and said in an arrogant tone: "This is my Great Britain territory, if you dare..."

Click!

Before Holden could finish speaking, Huang Feihong grabbed Holden's shoulder and lifted it up, and the dislocated part was reset.

After Horton let out a scream like killing a pig, he moved his shoulders with a look of surprise, "It's all right? It's all right?"

Instead of being grateful, the look he looked at Huang Feihong was full of hostility.

Huang Feihong is too strong. If the English want to rule Fushan, they must not allow the existence of the strong Tang people.

"Aha! Master Huang!"

On the stairs on the second floor, there was a bad greeting in Tang dialect.

Xu Feng looked up and saw a bearded foreign officer wearing a red double-breasted military uniform with a blue ribbon on the front and a command knife pinned to his waist.

Obviously, this person is General Wiggins of England.

This concession belongs to the country of England, and General Wiggins is the first governor of the concession.

At this time, he had a smile on his face, the ends of his W-shaped beard curled up, and there was still a layer of beard wax on his beard, which made his beard extraordinarily shiny.

His smile is definitely not the kind of smile of "friends come from afar", but a condescending and superior smile.

He wore white gloves on his hands, held the handle of the command knife with his left hand, and leaned on the railing of the stairs with his right hand.

Huang Feihong clasped his fists neither humble nor overbearing, "Master Wiggins, this is Huang Feihong, today I came here to negotiate with Mr Wiggins about the area around the concession."

Wiggins shrugged, and while walking down the stairs, he said in English: "Huang, I can't understand you."

The arrogant Englishman had never learned Tang dialect, and it was enough for Wiggins to say hello to Huang Feihong in Tang dialect.

Xufeng said in English coldly: "My master said, he is here to talk to you about the businessman."

Wiggins said triumphantly: "Yesterday I invited Master Huang to come, but Master Huang didn't come. Now that the vegetable vendors outside my concession are no longer a problem, there is no need for us to discuss anything."

Xufeng suppressed her anger and translated Wiggins' words to her master.

Huang Feisu frowned slightly, and said majesticly:
"Master Wiggins, you hired the Hesha Gang to do evil. This despicable and shameful method will only make the people of Fushan hate you even more."

"This is not a solution to the dispute, it's fuel to the fire."

"The Qing government allocated my land to you as a concession. We have no power to object, but the area outside the concession was not allocated to you. Why do you not allow the common people to use it?"

"Today, I, Huang Feihong, represent tens of thousands of Fushan people, and I must seek justice back home."

[Note 1]: Asan is an alternative title for a certain countryman.

(End of this chapter)