The heavens: pushing across all realms

The expressions of the two detectives changed greatly.

Obviously, they recognized Feng Ji.

But they didn't dare to take action immediately!

Both of them were old government officials. They witnessed the Tong Fuxing tragedy with their own eyes. There were many mutilated limbs and corpses at the scene, and even the widows vomited out their overnight meal.

Now that they recognized Feng Ji, the first thing they wanted to do was not to arrest him, but to leave quickly.

The further away from this horrific murderer, the better.

However, when Feng Ji opened his mouth, it was equivalent to directly clarifying his identity.

Their faces were pale, and one of the tall detectives trembled his lips, and suddenly whispered: "Hero, although we are at the public gate, we still hate the group of people traveling with us. Just leave. I pretended I didn’t see it.”

His companion also reacted, nodded hurriedly, and said: "Yes, yes, yes, we two brothers admire you very much."

Feng Ji glanced at the two of them with interest and asked, "What do you call them?"

The tall detective hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Thursday eyes."

The other person had no choice but to lower his head: "Wang Bandang."

Feng Ji nodded slightly: "You two are both smart people. It's a pity that the occasion is not right. Otherwise, we can have a drink. You can go."

The two of them were immediately ecstatic, and their hands on the handle of the knife loosened their grip.

Zhou Zhou couldn't help but said: "Aren't you afraid that we will tell you?"

Feng Ji laughed: "Go ahead and file a complaint, but I just want to remind your companions that when you come, remember to settle down in the family and prepare the coffin in advance."

The two men suddenly looked solemn and in awe.

Watching Xiao Liuzi pulling Feng Ji away from the street.

Wang Bandang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned to look at Zhou Zhou, and said: "Old Zhou, what should we do? Do we want to report it truthfully?"

Zhou Zhou immediately glared: "It's a fart report. If the superiors accuse me, why don't they take down the criminal? What should I do?"

"this……"

"That's enough of a pretense. I don't think this northern hero is a bad guy. Those people who are traveling with him should have died a long time ago. Why should we risk our lives for these beasts? Let's go."

"Too."

…

It is not uncommon to encounter a police officer by chance and have a pleasant conversation in Guangzhou nowadays.

The police officers can show off their power to the common people, use their swords and horses to attack and take advantage of them.

But if they really encounter a murderer who is about to commit a crime, they will not really fight to the death if it is not necessary.

After all, a month's salary is just that little, so why bother working so hard?

Feng Ji was unscathed. In the city of Guangzhou, which was full of people arresting him, he sat in Xiao Liuzi's rickshaw and arrived at Baozhilin safely.

At present, Baozhilin is well-known in Foshan, Guangzhou, and Huang Feihong's name is even more praised by everyone.

"Master, Bao Zhilin is here."

Feng Ji got out of the car and looked up at Bao Zhilin's plaque.

The three characters of "Bao Zhilin" are like dragons and phoenixes dancing in the air, and they have the bearing of a master.

The door was open, and some people could be heard coming and going inside.

Feng Ji walked into Baozhilin and saw that Baozhilin was overcrowded. There were many shirtless men practicing boxing stances or practicing sword skills.

Feng Ji glanced at it, and his eyes suddenly flashed. The sword skills practiced by those people were exactly the same as the Liuhe sword practiced by the fifth brother!

"ah--"

Suddenly, screams came from the hall behind the yard.

Feng Ji looked over and saw a group of people gathered in the living room, many with angry faces.

"Uncle Li!"

"Uncle Cai Fan, are you okay?"

"Master Huang, is Uncle Li okay?"

Everyone started asking questions.

But he saw an old man with gray hair lying on a single bed in the room.

His arm was bandaged and stained with blood.

Next to him was a young man in a long coat, about thirty years old, with a fair face and elegant appearance.

He held something like pliers in his hand and picked out a bloody iron pill from the wound on the old man's arm.

"Uncle, you're okay. The bullet has been taken out, but you need to take a good rest."

After the man finished speaking, a fat man from the side immediately rushed over with water and said: "Master, the water is here."

The man threw the bullet into the water, and a group of people immediately gathered around him.

The big fat man couldn't help but said: "Is this an iron egg shot from a foreign gun?"

Huang Feihong stood up and said, "Asu, bandage uncle's wound."

As he spoke, he washed his hands in the basin and sighed: "There are so many foreign ships in the port now, with all kinds of flags. This vegetable vendor got on the wrong ship because he couldn't distinguish the flags, and was misunderstood and injured."

"The imperial court has just suffered a defeat and is afraid of foreigners like tigers. In this kind of dispute, we Chinese are the ones who suffer."

The fat man suddenly became angry and shouted: "Are we still alive?"

"These Manchu dogs don't care about our life and death at all. They have occupied our Central Plains, and now they are colluding with the red-haired ghosts to sell out the great mountains and rivers!"

"Take our people's lives for granted, motherfucker!"

He turned around and put down the medicine tray in his hand, grabbed an iron fork on the weapon rack, and shouted to everyone: "Brothers of the militia, let's go and dismantle the foreign ship!"

All the men in the militia suddenly showed angry expressions.

"Pork Rong is right, demolish these foreign ships!"

"Yes, to avenge uncle, do these red-haired ghosts really regard this place as their territory?"

"The imperial court is so incompetent that General Liu is so exhausted that he went to Annan. Damn it, he can't even save his own country. He still has time to care about others!"

"Brothers, fight them!"

"The government is afraid of the tough, let's take action together and see what they can do!"

…

"Brothers, copy the guy!" Zhu Zhurong yelled.

But at this moment, a basin of cold water was poured down suddenly, and Pork's head was immediately covered with water stains.

He turned his head angrily, only to see Yacasu holding a basin with an anxious face, stammering: "You...you...cold...calm down!"

Zhu Zhurong was furious. He grabbed Yacasu by the collar and shouted, "What do you know? You're a fake foreign devil. You can't even speak Cantonese. Why are you teaching me here?"

"Stop! Shirong, let go of Asu!"

Zhu Zhurong's expression froze, and he quickly let go of Yacasu and looked at Huang Feihong.

But Huang Feihong shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense. Asu is right. Now is not the time to be brave and aggressive. You are too impulsive. I won't allow you to interfere in this matter!"

"Now it's about human life. We have to go to the Yamen to clarify this matter with the foreigners."

"Otherwise, how will we Chinese live in Foshan in the future?"

"Master——"

"Okay, that's it."

Huang Feihong interrupted Zhu Rong and a group of militia brothers.

Of course he knows that everyone is aggrieved, but right now Guangdong is not something that vigilante groups like them can change.

There are so many foreign ships and cannons gathered here, and the officials will bow their heads when they see the foreigners. Why should they fight with the foreigners?

If they really dared to smash foreign ships, the Qing government would send people to arrest them without foreigners taking action.

There are so many people in the White Lotus Sect and they are so powerful. Not only do they only dare to parade around in the streets to preach, who dares to actually go to the port to cause trouble?

Their small manpower is not even as good as a single helmsman from the White Lotus Sect.

If the commotion breaks out, they will still suffer the consequences.

He promised General Liu Yongfu to take good care of these militia brothers, and naturally he would not let them put themselves in danger.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the vegetable vendor, he suddenly heard loud shouting from outside.

"Master Huang, blindly forbearing will only destroy the blood of the Black Flag Army and break the soul of General Liu. You must be aware that if you go all out, it will weaken again, and it will be exhausted three times. If you tolerate it many times, I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to have bloody courage in the future."

After hearing this, everyone turned their heads and looked towards the courtyard.

But he saw the tall Feng Ji standing in the courtyard, tall and tall.

After he achieved great success in training, he had no shortage of meat. At this time, he was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with solid muscles, broad shoulders and narrow waist, nearly 20 centimeters taller than the current southerners!

Therefore, everyone could not help but secretly praise him after just one glance.

What a man!

Huang Feihong was also surprised. He looked at Feng Ji and felt that Feng Ji had strong energy and blood and steady steps. He must be a master of kung fu.

I was confused at the moment, but there was no timidity on my face. I smiled and said, "My Excellency Huang Feihong, who is your Excellency?"

Feng Ji clasped his fists: "My dear, Feng Ji, I have heard of Master Huang for a long time. When I saw him today, he really has the bearing of a great master."

"Feng Ji...Feng Ji?"

Huang Feihong chewed on the name and felt that it sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

When he heard Feng Ji's praise, he quickly smiled modestly and said, "Thank you very much. Brother Feng, please sit inside."

"Asu, watch the tea."

Feng Ji strode into the room. Zhu Zhurong and others stood outside the door and watched.

What Feng Ji said just now really touched the hearts of the soldiers of the People's Liberation Army.

They all wanted to know who Feng Ji was.

Huang Feihong also recalled the name Feng Ji carefully in his mind, and also thought about it among the famous masters in the southern martial arts world. It was really unexpected.

With Feng Ji's height and characteristics, it would be impossible for him to forget him if he had seen him before.

He then picked up the tea cup and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, please have some tea."

Feng Ji took a sip of tea and said with emotion: "Good tea, but it's a pity that ordinary people can't drink such good tea now. It's not that there is no good tea in China, it's just that there is good tea, but foreigners have taken it away. "

Huang Feihong remained silent, not knowing Feng Ji's purpose, but just smiled.

Feng Ji added: "What the foreigners are taking away now is our tea and our land. If we just tolerate it, what will be taken away in the future will be the backbone of us Chinese and our dignity!"

"Master Huang, do you think that the imperial court can make decisions for the people?"

"Today foreigners can shoot and injure vegetable vendors at will, but tomorrow they can't find any excuse to invade our homes?"

"How long are we going to endure this?"

Feng Ji's few words made the people present in the militia group feel unbearably angry, with their faces all red and their breathing heavy.

Even standing outside the door, he clenched his fists and felt humiliated.

Zhu Zhurong had a bad temper. He couldn't hold back the first one and shouted: "Master!"

Huang Feihong sighed. He knew that if Feng Ji continued to speak, he would no longer be able to stop these vigilante brothers.

He immediately put down the tea cup and looked at Feng Ji solemnly: "Brother Feng, you and I are strangers. Why do you come here and confuse my disciples? What on earth are you here for?"

Feng Ji smiled, put down his teacup, and said, "I want to take over this militia from Master Huang."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.