Chapter 30: The Arrogant Foreigner

He held an exquisite hard-crust in his hand and handed it to Huang Feihong, who was smoking a cigarette bottle.

"Hmm?" Huang Feihong raised his eyebrows and took the invitation handed over by Ling Yunkai. When he opened it, he couldn't help but frown. It was full of foreign language.

"Xiaoqing, come and see what is written on this invitation?" Huang Feihong called Lin Qing, who was distributing herbs not far away, and handed over the invitation in his hand.

"Yes, Master!" Lin Qing put down the herbs in his hand, took the invitation handed over by Huang Feihong, opened it and frowned slightly, and said, "Master, this invitation was sent by American businessman Jishan. He invited you to go to the studio to watch the show at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. How could this foreign devil invite you to watch the show? In view of it that day in the Western restaurant, I am afraid that the foreign devil will not have any kindness."

Huang Feihong took two puffs of cigarettes and spitted out a sip of cigarettes. His eyes flashed in the misty smoke, and his tone was somewhat unpredictable: "It's a blessing, it's a disaster, it's a disaster. Since I'm inviting you, how can I be afraid of my head?"

"Master, but..." Ling Yunkai said with a worried look on his face.

"No need to say more, you can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime!" Huang Feihong waved his hand and said lightly.

"Master, I will go with you tomorrow. There will be some advice in this way." Lin Qing said firmly.

Seeing Lin Qing's firm look, Huang Feihong pondered for a moment and finally nodded.

The next morning, there was an Aunt Thirteenth in the team, and Lin Qing didn't ask much. After all, Huang Feihong brought Aunt Thirteenth, so Huang Feihong was definitely sure to protect Aunt Thirteenth.

After leaving Baozhilin, someone had already called three sedan chairs and waited at the door as Huang Feihong said. The three of them got on the sedan chair and headed towards the theater.

The theater was built on the branch river of the Fenjiang River. When we came outside the theater, the wooden road was lined with small vendors selling snacks, sugarcane, chaos, melon seeds, etc., and the audience was crowded with people coming and going, which was very lively.

The three of them got off the sedan chair in front of the theater and walked through the wooden path to reach the stage not far away made of wood and bamboo. There was an open space in front of the stage for ordinary people to watch operas, while those with status sat in the middle of the space, a viewing studio for 40 to 50 cm high above the ground, with white sunshade cloth and seats on it.

The three of them walked to the theater. Lin Qing saw that in addition to a few straight yamen runners standing around the theater, Jishan from the United States, General Wigens from the United Kingdom and Admiral from the United Kingdom, they even saw the old priest on the theater.

The priest looked over and Lin Qing nodded with a smile. The priest also smiled at Lin Qing.

"Mr. Wigans, please sit down!" The admiral asked General Wigans of the United Kingdom to sit on with a smile. Then he turned around and sneered at Huang Feihong who had been sitting for a long time, clasped his fists and sneered: "Master Huang, I didn't expect that foreigners would invite you to the show!"

"Please!" Huang Feihong seemed to have not seen the sneer on the admiral's face, smiled and clasped his fists to return the salute, and pointed to the chair beside the admiral and said. There is no need to give him a good look for such a dog official.

Everyone sat down, the curtain of the stage slowly opened, and gongs and drums were heard. A long-range martial artist in blue costume performed behind the scenes with two long swords, and one of them moved and swung the sword on the stage. Then several martial artists and Wu Dan appeared nervously, rolling around and making a lot of fun.

It’s just a pity that Lin Qing’s attention was not on the stage, but on the priest. After all, he wanted to ensure that the priest did not die.

Suddenly, two short-striking martial artists on the stage suddenly jumped off the stage. They swung their hands, and two darts with long ropes were slammed from their hands and shot at Huang Feihong.

"Be careful!" Huang Feihong glared at his eyes, and first pushed away the Thirteenth Aunt beside him, used his skillful force to shake the long ropes carried by the dart with both hands, turned his palm into claws with his right hand, grabbed the two long ropes, and pulled them one by one, and a force penetrated the two long ropes. The two short-striking martial artists who were sneaking out of the sudden force, and they flew to the audience and ran into the theater.

The incident happened suddenly, and all the audience, including the Admiral and Wigans, stood up. The yamen runners and Wigans' guards raised foreign guns. Only Lin Qing, who was originally observing secretly, discovered some clues. In the entire theater, it seemed that only American businessman Jishan and his bodyguard Tiger could keep calm, as if they had known what would happen.

It seems that this is really a trap created by these foreigners.

"Closing the passage immediately!" The admiral stood in front of the theater, looking at the chaotic theater, and ordered the yamen runners behind him with anger on his face: "Come on, protect the foreigners from leaving here safely!"

"kill!---"

Several masked men suddenly ran out from all over the world and slashed at Huang Feihong with long swords.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Huang Feihong used his hands and feet, and his movements were extremely fast, rushing left and right, and each punch hit the enemy's vital points. In a few breaths, he beat several masked men who came to the ground and could not afford to rise.

Lin Qing looked cold. These people from the Shahe Gang were really brave. They took out the desert eagle from the system space and aimed at a man in black who was preparing to attack. Lin Qing shot directly. Suddenly, a hole was opened in the black man's body, and his internal organs were flowing out, extremely bloody.

Wigans on the theater stage looked at the chaotic crowds and the men in garments who appeared from time to time. He did not expect that a general from the British Empire would encounter a despicable assassination in this indigenous country. Although this assassination was not a fight against him, he had to give these indigenous people a profound lesson to let them know that the British Empire was sacred and inviolable.

"Sharp Guns!" Wigans shouted at the British soldiers brought behind him.

"yes, sir!" shouted a large row of British soldiers behind him.

"Prepare to shoot!" Wigans shouted.

Swish swish swish!!!

A row of seven or eight British soldiers took the spears in their hands, pulled the pull-down handle, and pointed the muzzle at the unarmed Chinese below.

"Don't shoot, the people below are innocent." Huang Feihong looked anxious and spread his hands to block the British soldiers.

Just as Huang Feihong was standing in front of the gun team, a man in black saw the opportunity to take advantage of it, so he held up a long knife and slashed at Huang Feihong.

Huang Feihong made a mistake in his steps, his body shrank and in, and punched the man in black from the theater studio, shouting constantly, "Don't shoot!"

"Stop!" Lin Qing shot and killed a masked man who came over and shouted in English.

"Shoot!" Wigans said coldly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunshots were loud, and bullets shot out from the barrel and shot into the unarmed ordinary people below. Blood splashed, and painful wails resounded throughout the theater. Looking at the natives crying and wailing below, Wigans felt that they felt the majesty of the British Empire, and a satisfied smile appeared on their faces.

"Dog-good foreign devil! I'm planning my ancestors!" Lin Qing couldn't help but swear, and pointed the desert eagle in his hand at the bastard's head and pulled the trigger.

Bang!
Chapter completed!