"No matter how capable you are, sooner or later, it will be a white man's meal." The strong man said disdainfully.

"Master He, what are you saying? They are all our own people." Huang Sande suddenly interrupted with dissatisfaction.

"Owner? Who is with them?" The strong man named He glared at him, "When will the elders be like you, the younger generation, interfere? Are there any rules?"

"Mr. He, what are you saying? We are Chinese, and we are also Chinese, and we almost all came out of our San Francisco. Why are we not our own people?" Unexpectedly, the surname He actually said this. Huang Sande was young and energetic and pushed back on the spot.

"Boy, what are you saying? How dare you talk back?" The strong man surnamed He slapped the armrest of the chair and turned to Bu Pinglai, "Brother Lai, this is your person..."

"Okay, how old is, you're still as good as a child?" Bu Ping looked at him and said kindly to Huang Sande: "Sande, you did a good job this time. Keep the gun yourself and be careful not to be seen by those white people. That... there is nothing you have to do here, go back and rest first."

"Yes, Mr. Bu!"

Huang Sande was not old and hated evil, but he was not stupid. He knew that Bu Pinglai was protecting him, so he no longer stood up with the strong man surnamed He, and turned around and left the room.

"Tell me, what kind of regulations do we have? They are fighting lively, and I guess there will be more ruthless moves in the next step... But whether it is our own people or not, we are still covered in yellow skin and it is impossible not to be affected. We must always be prepared." Seeing Huang Sande leave, Bu Pinglai waved his hand and let the other servants in the house walk out, and said again.

"It's not easy to deal with..." Old Deng sighed: "The white man just burned us a few months ago and killed more than 100 people. The blood debt is full of fire. Now there are people from Denver coming forward, and even if we want to suppress it, we may not be able to suppress it."

"It's okay for us to say. Although we are angry and angry, we still have to live and live. It makes sense. The key is the white people. They have lost so much and died so many people, so they must find someone to pay off their debts. Those people in Denver are not easy to mess with, and they will ask us to vent their anger." Another old man sighed.

"If you want me to see, we might as well just post a message and say that we are not from the same group as those guys..." said the strong man surnamed He.

"That's useless? Even if you say it, those white people will have to believe it."

"Ala, tell me." Old Deng looked at Bu Pinglai again.

"Actually, I have no tricks. Now, I can only ask my brothers to be more prepared, especially to pay attention to the movements of the white people, and prevent them from taking the opportunity to cause trouble for us. As for the others... to see if there is any news, it is said that a Chinese army has come out of the city, which has destroyed more than a thousand policemen and militias in succession, making the city panic and causing some chaos for the white people." Bu Ping said.

"This is already messy enough, and it's still causing trouble? Isn't this causing trouble?" said the strong man surnamed He frowned.

"The more chaotic the city is, the less time the white people have to come to cause trouble for us. Occasionally, it's better than a group of people coming together?" Bu Ping looked at him, "You have to use your brain more."

"I……"

"Tu tuk!"

The strong man surnamed He touched his forehead and disagreed with Bu Pinglai's reprimand. He was about to speak and refute, but the knock on the door rang again.

"Come in!"

Bu Pinglai and said loudly.

"Master Bu!" Huang Sande rushed in from outside again, his expression looking very unnatural: "Yes, something is wrong!"

"What's the matter?" Bu Pinglai's heart sank and asked hurriedly.

"Yes, someone sent us a note."

"Note?"

Everyone was stunned.

"A note makes you anxious?" The strong man surnamed He glared at him dissatisfiedly, "Are you a little angry?"
Chapter completed!