Huang Feihong smiled calmly, "Everyone, Feihong is grateful for everyone's trust, but winning or losing in the competition is common. Master Yan is very skilled in martial arts. I hope you don't have any regional prejudice. It is not a good thing for everyone to have a master like Master Yan."

A passerby in a brocade shirt bowed and said, "Master Huang, you are a lot of masters. Yan Zhendong, a foreigner, slander, slander, is so slandering you, but you still help him. But do you know? He is devoted to himself and does not take Fushan seriously at all!"

Another passerby wearing a short jacket said angrily: "That's right! I saw with my own eyes this afternoon that he was invited away by the Hesha Gang. The Hesha Gang gave him 1,000 Long Yang and asked him to be the head coach of the Hesha Gang!"

"ah?"

All the people of Francisco present started to talk angrily.

"The Hesha Gang relies on foreigners and does evil everywhere. Master Huang finally suppressed them. Now that they have invited Yan Zhendong, we, Fushan, will never have peace!"

"Oh, look, Furshan can't stay anymore, so it's better to go somewhere else!"

"Lao Liang, you said it easy. If the country is not a country, where can you go? It's the same thing!"

"...It really doesn't work, let's dig gold in Jinshan!"

"Bah! Don't you know? The gold mining is a scam! The foreigners of Meliken have deceived us Tang people to be slaves to build railways and cities for them. Everyone who has been there has died there, and none of them can come back!"

"Oh, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's not possible to live..."

"Let's count on a day after day..."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed and dispersed.

Huang Feihong's brows immediately frowned.

He tolerated Yan Zhendong everywhere. On the one hand, he did not want to fight in the internal struggle when there were foreign enemies, and on the other hand, he cherished Yan Zhendong's Northern Fist martial arts, and hoped that Yan Zhendong could join him to revitalize Fushan and protect the people in the country!

However, Yan Zhendong actually joined the Hesha Gang with the title of "Fushan No. 1"!

It seems that when we meet next time, we can no longer show mercy.

Huang Feihong suddenly felt a burst of heartache, not because of his tolerance, but because of his insensitive companions.

How easy is the so-called national rejuvenation?

Only when thousands of compatriots can they realize national rejuvenation?

Only when everyone can give up their small family for everyone can this country have hope.

He alone cannot do it.

However, everything has its beginning, and a spark can start a prairie fire!

Huang Feihong took a deep breath, stepped on his waist, flew up, pulled off the white banner, and tore it up!

"A Feng! Take back my Bao Zhilin's signature!" Huang Feihong shouted sternly.

Xu Feng clenched his fists excitedly, "Yes! Master!"

When the onlookers who had just dispersed saw this scene, they immediately surrounded them again.

Huang Feihong bowed and said with a righteous heart: "All the elders of Foshan, as long as I, Huang Feihong, will never allow anyone to harm Foshan! Yan Zhendong cannot do it, the river sand gang cannot do it, the British foreigners cannot do it, and the accumulation of good deeds cannot do it!"

"Okay! We believe in Master Huang!"

The people of Foshan all applauded excitedly.

Not everyone is a hero, so the power of role models is needed more.

Huang Feihong bowed and said firmly: "I'm going to the stage to see the good deeds. I will ask him to give Fu Shan an explanation! I will give an explanation to millions of Tang people! Please wait for my news!"

After saying that, he walked through the crowd and headed towards the stage.

The passerby in Jinshan said before, "Master Afeng, give us the sign of Baozhilin. We will repair it intact and then send it back to Baozhilin together!"

"Thank you then!" Xu Feng carefully handed him Bao Zhilin's sign and quickly caught up with Huang Feihong.

A quarter of an hour later, they saw the stage.

The stage was brightly lit and newly arranged, and the gongs and drums were already ringing. Below the stage, there were even more crowds of people and it was very lively.

It is hard to imagine that during the day, a desperate battle just happened here.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Lord Ma, the Qiangma of the Defence Center, is here!"

A team of soldiers holding long-handled firearms pushed the crowd away roughly and stood in line under the stage.

Ma Peiyuan held a brocade hand in his hand, covered his mouth and nose, and walked over with disgust.

When he looked up, Ma Peiyuan was startled at first, then he took the initiative to put down the brocade handkerchief, put on a smiley face full of compliments, bowed his fists and said to Huang Feihong, "Master Huang, good evening, are you...has you also been invited by Ji Shan to watch the show?"

Huang Feihong bowed and returned the gift, "That's right, Jishan also invited Lord Ma, so that would be even better. I'm even more confident about the Kingsoft scam."

Ma Peiyuan narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, "What a scam?"

Huang Feihong said with a righteous heart: "Jishan tricked the young people in Fushan to dig Jinshan, but in fact he caught them to work as slaves in Maliken. Over the past three years, thousands of Tang people have been killed in foreign countries because of him! I must let him give an explanation for this account today."

Ma Peiyuan subconsciously rubbed his temples, with an unusually painful expression.

He thought today was an opportunity to get along with foreigners, but he didn't know that he was involved in a Hongmen Banquet without knowing it!

Ma Peiyuan thought for a while, lowered his voice and said, "Master Huang, what I said about foreigners doesn't count, I have to ask my superiors for advice."

Huang Feihong was about to scold him, but a team of foreign soldiers pushed away the crowd with great might and came to the front of the stage.

The leader was not the foreigners of Melikan, but Wigens, the governor of the English country.

Wigans was wearing a red uniform, two rows of brass buttons, and a tall hat. He did not stop commanding the knife around his waist, but hung a short-handled firearm.

His most proud beard has been burnt by Xu Feng, and now it is trimmed into a short beard stubble, with the thick beard on his cheeks, which looks extremely funny and inconsistent.

Wigans walked over with a look of shame, and Ma Peiyuan hurriedly saluted Wigans.

Wigans didn't even glance at Ma Peiyuan, so he naturally didn't see Huang Feihong and Xu Feng.

Xu Feng coughed deliberately and said in English: "The new Hu style is good."

Wigans shuddered, his legs subconsciously weakened, and almost fell to the ground.

The foreign soldiers next to him hurriedly supported Wigans.

Xu Feng smiled and said, "Wigens, get up quickly, but the New Year is no longer the holiday, why kowtow?"

Huang Feihong said lightly with a stern face: "A Feng, don't make a fuss. Knocking or not, that is Lord Wigens' freedom. We cannot interfere with the freedom of others, do you understand?"

Xu Feng hurriedly bowed and said, "Master taught me a lesson."

Seeing that Huang Feihong and Xu Feng had no intention of making things difficult, Wigans's face then returned to a little blood.

After asking, it turned out that he was also invited by Ji Shan to watch the show.

Huang Feihong frowned, vaguely feeling something was wrong, "All we guests have arrived, why didn't Jishan come?"

"You are worthy of meeting Lord Jishan?"

With a grim smile, Scarface Boss He appeared on the stage!

Immediately afterwards, a large group of members of the Hesha Gang who had been ambushed out of the crowd. They were all covered in their faces and were holding a lime powder pocket in their hands!
Chapter completed!