Dong Liang was a descendant of later generations, and he knew very well that such a thing would never happen in later generations.

Even his technical school students would not be so cowardly.

Everyone only knew how to run away, even Dong Liang didn't care.

Just then, there was a "bang" gunshot.

The noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

"Killed!" Some Chinese workers even whispered in horror.

A Fuso man collapsed unwillingly, clutching his stomach.

The remaining Fuso people also stopped.

They looked surprised.

These Qing people, who were more docile than lambs, actually resisted.

How dare they?

The fallen Fusang man was just slashing at Dong Liang with his sword.

He was knocked down by a revolver shot from Dong Liang's hand.

Everyone looked at Dong Liang.

His face was cold and his starry eyes scanned the crowd.

When he looked at the Fusang people, his eyes were full of anger and disdain, but when he looked at the Chinese workers, he was filled with disappointment.

Dong Liang took out the samurai sword from the Fuso man's hand and threw it to Ah Fu.

"In the future, when fighting with others, you must use your brain first, and if you want to fight, you must win."

"Well, uncle." Ah Fu took the samurai sword in his hand and waved it a few times. He didn't seem too satisfied and it was a little too light.

Dong Liang took out the warrior's ribs again and wiped it across the Fuso warrior's neck, ending his painful struggle.
Chapter completed!