Yan Zhendong did not give Lei Pengfei any chance to beg for mercy. He turned over and flashed behind Lei Pengfei, grabbed Lei Pengfei's shiny whip, and pulled Lei Pengfei backward.

Lei Pengfei let out a pain and quickly cut off his whip with the decapitated knife method. Then he quickly turned his body and slashed hard, and the knife cuts towards Yan Zhendong's heart!

Yan Zhendong resisted Lei Pengfei's slash and kicked Lei Pengfei in the waist.

Lei Pengfei's most proud ultimate move was easily broken!

Lei Pengfei staggered a few steps, as if he was about to escape from the ring. How could Yan Zhendong give him this opportunity?

Yan Zhendong immediately chased after him, and his eagle claw skill hit Lei Pengfei's back.

Lei Pengfei suddenly leaned back, and with one move, the Yue family's treasure sword cut Yan Zhendong down from a strange angle!

Yan Zhendong exclaimed, and while dodging, his right hand eagle claw grabbed Lei Pengfei's exposed throat fiercely.

The Yue family's treasure knife pierced Yan Zhendong's clothes, but it still did not hurt Yan Zhendong. Yan Zhendong grabbed Lei Pengfei's throat and pinched it hard.

Click!

Lei Pengfei thrust his body and fell straight to the floor.

A blood arrow spurted out from his throat, like a fountain!

A death happened!

Everyone in the ring exclaimed.

"Master!Master!"

The disciples of Zhongyitang rushed to the ring crying and left with Lei Pengfei's body.

Yan Zhendong shook the blood on his hand, bowed to the bottom of the ring without changing his face and said, "My fellow villagers, I was forced to fight back, everyone is witnessing it! Both Master Lei and I have a life-and-death situation. As the saying goes, life and death have a fate, so I am not considered a crime! From now on, Lei Zhendong will open a museum in Fushan to teach his disciples. Please support me!"

The people watching below shook their heads and pointed and left.

Yan Zhendong frowned immediately, and a confused expression appeared on his calm face.

Logically speaking, his martial arts skills are so powerful that he can win "openly and upright", and he deserves to be respected by all people, but the people of Foshan did not show any intention of liking him.

Is it just because he is a foreigner?

Yan Zhendong couldn't help clenching his bloody fist.

At this time, a guy dressed up as a guy carefully climbed onto the ring and bowed his fists to Yan Zhendong, "Master Yan, my name is Liang Kuan, I, I want to worship you as my teacher."

Liang Kuan...

Xu Feng, who was about to leave with Lin Shirong, heard the sound and frowned and stopped.

When I first entered this world, I followed Liang Kuan to Baozhilin to become a disciple. As a result, Liang Kuan was too impetuous and was collected by Huang Feihong.

Unexpectedly, Liang Kuan ran here again.

Yan Zhendong on the ring glanced at Liang Kuan, "You are the only one in Fushan who wants to worship me as your teacher? Then what martial arts school should I open?"

Seeing that Yan Zhendong was about to leave, Liang Kuan hurriedly chased after him, lowered his voice and said, "Master Yan, do you know why this is happening?"

Yan Zhendong browed, "Why?"

"Because in the minds of the people of Foshan, Lei Pengfei from Zhongyi Hall is nothing. In Foshan, Huang Feihong is the real master!"

"Huang Feihong..." Yan Zhendong took a deep breath and looked into the distance.

Under the arena, Lin Shirong had already walked a long way, but when he turned around, he found that Xu Feng had not followed, so he quickly turned back.

"A Feng, the ring has been completed, and the road ahead is also clear. It's time for us to leave."

"Okay, senior brother." Xu Feng took his gaze back from Liang Kuan and followed Lin Shirong to the dock.

After walking for more than ten minutes, they arrived at the dock.

There are two large steel ships docked near the sea outside the pier, one with the English flag and the other with the Meliken flag.

At the obvious location of the pier, there is a colorful platform with gold mountains on it.

There were many young and middle-aged people under the Caitan platform, and above the Caitan platform, there was a Tangren comprador in a suit and tie.

The comprador was about thirty years old. He cut off his braids, his hair was shoulder-length, and he also wore a black top hat on his head. He looked inappropriate and quite funny.

He was holding a civilized stick in one hand and a tin trumpet in the other, loudly promoting the beautiful scenes of Kingsoft.

The handle of his civilization stick looks like it is made of gold, and it looks particularly dazzling in this era of poverty and hunger.

"...With the big steamer of Master Foreigner, no one dares to bully us! When we arrive at Kingsoft, we will dig hard. As capable as we have, we can dig as much gold as we can!"

A young man below asked eagerly: "Are the gold we dug belonging to us?"

The comprador grinned, "Of course!"

The young man asked in confusion: "What are the foreign masters trying to do?"

"yes!"

"Master Foreigner won't dig it himself, give us all the gold?"

The young people below shook their heads one after another.

The comprador laughed, "Of course, all the gold belongs to you, but you still have to pay the round-trip travel expenses for eating, drinking, defecation, sleeping, and traveling back and forth! In short, if you count them all, it is equivalent to sharing the gold you dug up equally with the foreign master!"

"Split equally?"

"If we dig gold on other people's territory, they will also care about our food, drink, defecation, urination, and sleep. There will be round-trip fees. If we share the same amount, it will be reasonable."

"This deal is OK! While we are young and have good physical strength, we can dig for seven or eight years and we will be able to shine our ancestors when we come back!"

"But, the signing fee for ten yuan Longyang is a bit expensive."

"I'm all planning to get rich, how can I not even bear to leave Long Yang with ten dollars? I'll sign up!" One of the young men raised his hand and said.

The comprador on the stage grinned and said, "Okay, go to the backstage room and pay the money and cover it up - who else? The opportunity is rare, the quota is limited! The foreign master's boat cannot be seated with too many people!"

When the young people below who were still hesitating heard this, they immediately raised their hands enthusiastically.

The comprador smiled proudly and said, "Okay, everyone line up! Go inside and pay the money!"

Lin Shirong clenched his fists and said, "A Feng, I want to go up and pull the comprador down and expose his scam!"

Xu Feng shook his head, "Senior brother, don't be impulsive first. Our purpose is to find out where Ding Dazhi is. There are so many people outside that are not suitable to do it. Let's line up before talking about it."

Lin Shirong sighed, "Okay, listen to you A Feng."

The two of them lined up in a long line and followed the young people, moving step by step.

"Next!"

More than half an hour later, it was finally Xu Feng and Lin Shirong's turn.

The two of them pushed the door open, Xu Feng winked at Lin Shirong, and Lin Shirong immediately stood behind the door and guarded.

There is not much room for rest in the house. There is a 80-pound stone tray in the middle, and a large number of signed English labor contracts are scattered on the floor.

On the desk beside the window, a Tangren comprador with glasses was sitting there. He had a bulging money bag on his left and a short-handled firearm on his right.
Chapter completed!