martial law

Teams of patrolmen rushed in, all holding guns.

"I heard that the Japanese came to Fist of Fury to make trouble and fight, and they kept fighting."

Fatty Huang rushed in with a dignified expression.

Followed by three masters.

After he raised his gun to the sky twice, what else did he want to say...

Suddenly, I saw Sato Jujuro whose body was divided into two parts.

Seeing Watanabe lying on the ground with his chest sunken and struggling for his life, and the dozen or so Japanese who were bereaved, his expression suddenly changed.

Chapter 080 The Metamorphosis of Fatty Huang

"Private fights, casualties, Nong Jinsun, what else do you have to say?"

Huang Jingyun's face was filled with regret, and he sighed: "You have a job, so don't blame my brother for not being lenient.

Those who made a move today counted as one, and all of them were taken down. "

"Yes……"

Dozens of patrolmen held weapons and whistled wildly, about to rush forward.

"Wait a minute."

Nong Jinsun was anxious, "Inspector Huang, take a step to speak."

"If you have anything to say, just say it here, Boss Nong, I am also a businessman. After all, it is a big case of a dead person or a Japanese. If it is not handled well, it will cause an uproar."

He said earnestly and earnestly: "In my opinion, these disciples of Jingwumen need to be disciplined, why are young people so angry?

It's okay to fight and bump into each other on weekdays, but this time it turned out to be such a bloody mess, how do you want me to explain to my superiors? "

"However, it was the Japanese who came to find trouble. Besides, we signed the life and death certificate beforehand..."

Huang Jingyun waved his hand and interrupted Nong Jinsun, "Don't say anything, let's talk about it in court. I advise you to hire two more lawyers to make a good defense and see if the British and Japan recognize the life and death certificate. After all, this is not a private fight between Chinese warriors, and you can be exempted from liability by signing a pleading."

Yang Lin just listened and didn't interrupt.

He knew that it was useless to say anything at this time, the timing of the other party's arrival was too coincidental.

It's almost like an appointment.

The Japanese had just been defeated, and before they had time to deal with the follow-up, Fatty Huang immediately rushed in with his people.

At this time, he was holding on to the lawsuit of human life, claiming that he did not agree with the status of life and death, and claiming that injuring and killing Japanese people was a big matter and must be dealt with strictly.

No one can make him change his mind.

It happened so coincidentally, could it be that, among the disciples of Jingwumen, there is the opponent's eyeliner, always watching every move here?

This is not surprising.

Even if someone said that there were Japanese spies in Jingwumen, he would still believe it.

Two eagle dollars can join the Jingwu Sports Association to practice martial arts, which may be a lot of money for ordinary people.

For those with a better family background, or those who have aspirations, this is simply called no threshold.

'Could it be that you have to drag your family and leave Shanghai again? '

There was an imperceptible gleam of blood in Yang Lin's eyes.

He felt like he wasn't quite ready yet.

What happened today was too hasty. When he made the move, he was provoked by Sato's murderous intent. He only wanted to kill him, but he didn't think too much about it.

Huang Jingyun's intentions were not good, this was already clear.

However, knowing that the other party's ass is sitting crookedly, but still can't kill him in public, this is the most aggrieved place.

On the contrary, I can go to the end of the world. With my martial arts, I can go anywhere.

But what about family members and Jingwumen?

Not to mention family members, anyway, when I left Hangzhou, I had already left my hometown, and moving again would only be a little more troublesome.

However, Jingwumen's momentum, which has just begun to flourish, will definitely be knocked down by a blow.

He can be sure that even if he doesn't resist, he will be taken to the police station...

Huang Jingyun will definitely not give up, and will directly bring the case to Jingwumen, and even implicate Huo Yuanjia.

The impact here can be large or small, it all depends on how he operates.

In the worst case, Jing Fu Sect may even be disbanded.

However, he is the Chief Inspector of the Shanghai Concession against China, with astonishingly powerful power.

Whether it is black or white, it all depends on his mouth.

'Fatty, you must die. '

After Yang Lin figured this out, his heart was cold and his brows were indifferent...

It's a bad situation on both sides, so why let yourself be wronged?

He gently wiped away the traces of blood on the snatched Leng Yuedao.

I thought to myself, then Jujuro Sato is still bragging, this knife does not kill people without blood, but it will still be stained.

……

"Wait a minute, are you guys discussing the duel just now? It's so exciting... Whoosh, that person's head is gone."

In the tense atmosphere, suddenly, a small head squeezed in, and excitedly ran to Yang Lin's side: "Teacher, you can't shirk what you say this time, and I don't want to learn from your foundational Zama exercises and the like." For boxing, I just want to learn how to slash out with the knife just now, like the kind of knife that blooms, it's so beautiful."

Nong Jinsun still wanted to argue, but when he heard this little girl in a white skirt like a lily, dragging Yang Lin's clothes so delicately, his eyes were straightened for a moment.

Come on, don't say anything.

He turned his head, the anxiety on his face was no longer there, he just looked at Huang Jingyun with a half-smile, watching the change in the fat man's expression.

The flesh on Huang Jingyun's face twitched crazily, the slightly frowning brows were smoothed out, two eyebrows were raised, and a warm smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

He whispered, "Princess Marilyn, are you here alone? How unsafe, do you want to..."

"Don't worry about it, huh... There are so many followers outside, it's annoying to death."

Following her gaze, she could see a group of soldiers in British navy uniforms standing on the street outside Fist of Fury, watching from a distance.

The first person has a wonderful expression on his face, showing helplessness, discomfort, and aggrieved.

Presumably it was because of an almost accident last time, her brother was worried, so he sent some elite British soldiers with bodyguards to protect him.

But what's the matter with being so far away?

Marilyn stomped her feet lightly. She seemed extremely uncomfortable with so many people following her wherever she went, and suddenly said: "Inspector Huang, I heard that in China, we have the same duel customs as our British Empire. Throw it away." The handkerchief is about to bleed, why don’t you ask if you’re dead?”

"That's right." Huang Jingyun laughed until his fat rolled up. "In China, this kind of custom usually arises among warriors. However, sometimes villagers fight for water and land, and when it is difficult for the government to mediate, they will sign a contract." Under the state of life and death.

Who lives and who dies depends entirely on the destiny, and there is no way to pursue responsibility afterwards. "

"So it's like this. Then, the British Empire must respect Chinese customs. I don't know if the Japanese recognize it or not?"

Marilyn was a little embarrassed, "If they don't agree, we have to find a Chinese who is capable and able to handle things to discuss with them.

After all, in the territory of China, some things still have to be respected by other people's rules. Isn't there a saying called "Do as the Romans do in the Romans?" "

The oily sweat on Huang Jingyun's forehead came out.

How could this be a 13-year-old girl, people would believe that she was 30 years old, and without saying a word, she started beating herself.

He was able to be the Chief Inspector of China in the Concession, with great power in his hands, and he could enjoy both black and white.

On what basis?

Except for the gang of brothers who can fight and kill, it's not because of the appreciation of foreigners.

Especially the support of the British is the top priority.

Perhaps, this Princess Marilyn couldn't support him to a higher level.

However, if the other party wants to ruin his affairs, he doesn't need to bother too much if he is dismissed from his position, just crooked his mouth.

It's hard to find two-legged toads, but it's hard to find Chinese people who can do things with two legs and can be obedient?

In the end, although he was reluctant to admit it, he still had to admit that... he was actually just a dog pushed out by those foreigners.

Chapter 081

Huang Jingyun still left.

No matter how sophisticated his plan is.

What a great idea.

Is there some kind of tacit understanding with the Japanese?

Yang Lin didn't know about these things.

He only saw that after Marilyn appeared, Huang Jingyun's arrogance disappeared immediately, and he also scolded the Japanese, carried the wounded to the hospital for treatment, and collected Sato's body.

He didn't mention how everyone in Jingwumen, especially Yang Lin, fought and killed people.

That seemed to be the end of the matter.

But Yang Lin knew that this was actually just the beginning.

……

Although the previous conversation was very short.

Didn't hear too much key information.

However, the disciples of the Fist of Fury Sect still figured out what the identity of this pretty little girl who looks like a little white flower is?

Although I was extremely curious, I still held back and didn't come forward.

Even those outer disciples whose eyes were full of excitement and admiration did not dare to rush to greet Yang Lin at this moment.

Just watch from a distance.

I was also afraid that others would find out.

"Master Yang is this..."

One of the disciples gave a thumbs up quietly, it's fine if the martial arts are too high, but he still looks like that, that is special..."

Although from ancient times to the present, men are not proud of their looks.

Just look at ability and ability.

However, who wouldn't want to look better than Pan An Songyu.

The appearance is given by parents, there is no way to do it, there is no plastic surgery in this era, even if there is, it will not be able to get the aura that you have grown up.

On the contrary, the skin and flesh will become stiff, which makes people unhappy.

Therefore, it is a bit rare to grow up like Yang Lin.

"Yes, yes, it would be great if I could learn a few moves from Master Yang. I just heard from them that Master Yang's previous move to grab the knife was Master Huo's special move, Mizong Fist."

"Why, I saw that he was much stronger than the young master when he used it. Isn't this the Huo family's boxing technique?"

"Shh, don't say that, look at the young curator..."

Some of the more mature disciples hurriedly stopped them.

In the martial arts training ground, the excited disciples were talking a lot. Most of these people are rough people who haven't read much, and they don't have too many cities, so they can say whatever comes to mind...

All of a sudden, Huo Tingen's face turned blue and white, and he stood there for a while, before ordering: "Quickly, take the sixth and ninth junior brothers to the room, ask the doctor to come and prescribe some medicine."

Xiaohui first looked at Huo Tingen with some concern, her pretty eyebrows frowned slightly, and she wanted to go forward to say something, but finally stopped.

She turned her head to look at Yang Ying, who was silent beside her, and saw that the other party lowered her head, she felt a little strange: "Eighth Junior Sister, your brother defeated the Japanese and is so powerful, why do you seem unhappy?

If I were you, I would run up and pester him hand in hand to teach me every day, not to mention learning half of it, but [-]-[-]% of it is also good, at least I can beat those little devils to the ground...

By the way, you know what?I just heard from Master Chen that the moment he snatched the knife was the Mizong Fist passed down by his master. He actually practiced the Huo family secret to swallow the weather in one mouthful. The speed must be very fast. Anyway, I can’t see the shadow clearly... ..."

Yang Ying stared blankly at this senior sister and best friend, opened and closed her mouth.