The strong foreign man with blue eyes touched a scar on his arm, looked back, and saw an extra bullet on the wall of the courtyard, still emitting green smoke.

Everyone's expressions were gloomy and the atmosphere was tense.

The eyes of the two foreigners fell on Xiao Yang's waist again. There was a holster there with a revolver inside.

The shot just now was undoubtedly fired by Xiao Yang, but no one saw clearly the process of him drawing, firing, and closing the gun.

The strong man with blue eyes had his own blood on his fingers. He stuck out his tongue and took a lick. He stared at Xiao Yang and said stiffly: "My name is Mai Boer. Your marksmanship is very fast."

Xiao Yang had one hand hanging outside his holster and did not answer.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Maibo also agrees. It is indeed a magic gun."

Nalando was attracted by the gunfire. Before anyone arrived, he laughed first. He clapped his hands and said, "As the saying goes, you don't know each other until you fight. Let me introduce to you. These three are the masters of our Qing Dynasty's Internal Affairs Office.

These two are the nephew of British General Seymour, Dimon Seymour, and his bodyguard, Maipole."

One sentence clarified the identities of the two parties, making them somewhat wary of each other.

After the Eight-Nation Allied Forces destroyed the Forbidden City, the general trend among the people was certainly a mixture of sorrow and hatred, and great indignation, but the Manchu Qing government was more respectful and fearful of these foreigners.

With the status of Demon Seymour, it would be hard for Luohan and the others to do anything to him rashly.

"Seymour has been in Guangzhou for more than half a month. He is obsessed with the ancient paintings of the Qing Dynasty. He came here to ask me to help find a treasure. You and Mr. Arhat are just like the wells and the rivers, haha."

Nalando explained a few more words, then his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at the housekeeper, "It's all my fault for this little bitch who led me to the wrong yard, which caused this misunderstanding. Why don't you quickly apologize to everyone?"

The butler knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times, blood oozing from his head: "It's all the villain's fault. Sirs, please don't hurt your harmony."

Still no one spoke, Nalando's face became more and more serious, and the butler was sweating profusely, so he had no choice but to kowtow.

Arhat looked at it coldly and suddenly smiled: "Get up, it's just a misunderstanding. You knocked your head and fainted. Who will take us to other courtyards?"

"Get out of here."

Nalando kicked the butler, turned around and smiled at Arhat, "I'll take you to the guest rooms prepared in advance. There will be no mistakes."

He then said to the two Englishmen, "Sir Seymour, we already have some clues about what you are looking for, but it is getting late, so you'd better rest early so that you can have the energy to continue looking during the day."

Demon Seymour smiled at Nalando, nodded slightly, and watched Nalando take those people away.

Mai Boer was behind him, his eyes still chasing Xiao Yang's back, and said in a low voice: "This man's gun is so fast, I want to break his nose."

Demon Seymour kept smiling and said in a low voice: "I heard that in California, USA, a gun-drawing duel is popular. Some people can draw a gun and shoot in 0.02 seconds.

Domestic scholars feel that this is an ignorant statement that can only be spread among poor cowboys, because it has exceeded the speed of human reaction. Unexpectedly, in this backward land of the Far East, there are people who can do such a thing.

With your fighting skills, you can easily predict danger on the battlefield, escape the aim of any sharpshooter, and even avoid damage from stray bullets. But if you face his gun, you may not have time to completely dodge it."

Mai Boer looked back at the warhead embedded in the wall and said, "I admit, they still have some talents."

"What's more, the civilization on this land has not been cut off for thousands of years. Their treasures are far more than those of talented people. However, even the treasures of gods have been missed by their stupid race."

Demon Seymour looked down at his palms, his green eyes seemed to flash with a little sparkle, revealing an imperceptible madness, his voice was so low that only he could hear, "And those, only our British Empire, only me! can have them!"
Chapter completed!