Yan Zhendong didn't give Lei Pengfei any chance to beg for mercy, he turned over and flashed behind Lei Pengfei, grabbed Lei Pengfei's shiny whip, and dragged Lei Pengfei backwards.

Lei Pengfei screamed in pain, and hurriedly cut off his whip with the guillotine knife method, and then took advantage of the situation to quickly turn around and slash, and the knife slashed at Yan Zhendong's heart!

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

Lei Pengfei's proudest big move was easily broken like this!

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

Yan Zhendong immediately chased after him, and with one move of the eagle claw skill, he went straight to Lei Pengfei's heart.

Lei Pengfei's body suddenly leaned back, and with one move, the Yue family's treasure knife cut Yan Zhendong at a strange angle!

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

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

Click!

Lei Pengfei's body stiffened and fell straight to the floor.

A stream of blood arrows erupted from his throat like a fountain!

Someone's killed!

Everyone in the ring exclaimed.

"Master! Master! ”

The disciples of Zhongyi Hall rushed to the ring crying and left with Lei Pengfei's body in their arms.

Yan Zhendong shook off the blood stains on his hands, and arched his hand to the bottom of the ring without changing his face and said: "Fellow villagers, I was forced to fight back, and everyone is witnessing!" I and Master Lei have both established life and death, as the so-called life and death have fate, so I am not considered a murderer! In the future, I Lei Zhendong will open an apprenticeship in Fushan, and I ask you to support me! ”

The onlookers below shook their heads and left with their fingers.

Yan Zhendong suddenly frowned, and a confused expression appeared on his plain face.

It stands to reason that his martial arts are so strong that he can be regarded as "above board" and should be admired by all the people, but the people of Fushan did not show any intention of liking him.

Is it because he's a foreigner?

Yan Zhendong couldn't help but clench his bloody fists.

At this time, a man dressed as a guy cautiously climbed into the ring and clasped his fists at Yan Zhendong, "Master Yan, my name is Liang Kuan, I, I want to worship you as a teacher." ”

Beam width......

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

I think that when I first entered this world, I followed Liang Kuan to Baozhilin to apprentice, but Liang Kuan was too impetuous and was accepted by Huang Feihong.

Unexpectedly, Liang Kuan came here again.

Yan Zhendong in the ring glanced at Liang Kuan, "Fushan, you want to worship me as a teacher alone?" So what kind of martial arts gym do I open? ”

Liang Kuan saw that Yan Zhendong was leaving, so he hurriedly chased after him, lowered his voice and said, "Master Yan, do you know why this happened? ”

Yan Zhendong frowned, "Why?" ”

"Because in the minds of the people of Fushan, Lei Pengfei of Zhongyi Hall is nothing at all, and in Fushan, Huang Feihong is the real grandmaster!"

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

Under the ring, Lin Shirong had already walked far away, but when he turned around, he found that Xu Feng had not followed, so he hurriedly turned back.

"Ah Feng, the ring is over, and the road ahead is clear, we should go."

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

After walking for another ten minutes, they arrived at the pier.

Offshore beyond the docks, there are two large steel ships, one with the English flag and the other with the McLiken flag.

In the obvious location of the pier, there is a color table with the pattern of the gold mountain painted on it.

There are many young and middle-aged people around the stage, and on the stage, there is a Tang comprador in a suit and leather shoes.

The comprador was about thirty years old, with braided hair, shoulder-length hair, and a black top hat on his head, looking nondescript and comical.

He was holding a civilization staff in one hand and an iron horn in the other, loudly promoting the beautiful scene of Jinshan.

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

“…… Sitting on the big steamer of foreign adults, no one dares to bully us! When you arrive at Jinshan, throw off your arms and dig hard, how much you can dig up, how much gold you can dig! ”

A young man at the bottom eagerly asked, "Is all the gold we dig up our own?" ”

The comprador grinned, "Of course!" ”

The young man asked suspiciously, "What is the foreign adult?" ”

"That's right!"

"Lord Yang doesn't dig it himself, and gives us all the gold?"

The young people below shook their heads.

The comprador laughed, "Of course, the gold belongs to you, but you still have to pay for eating, drinking, sleeping, and going back and forth!" In short, if you calculate it all, it is equivalent to dividing the gold you dug up with Lord Yang! ”

"Deuce?"

"Digging gold on other people's territory, people still care about us eating, drinking, and sleeping, as well as round-trip expenses, if it is divided equally, it is reasonable."

"It's okay! Take advantage of our young and good physical strength, dig for seven or eight years, and come back to glorify our ancestors! ”

"However, the signing fee of ten Long Yang is a bit expensive."

"They all plan to make a fortune, how can they not even give up ten pieces of Long Yang? I'm signing up! One of the young men raised his hand and said.

The comprador on the stage grinned: "Okay, you go to the backstage room and pay the money to draw a mortgage - who else?" It's a rare opportunity, and the number of places is limited! There aren't too many people on the foreign-sama's boat! ”

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

The comprador smiled proudly: "Okay, all of them are lined up!" Go inside and pay the money! ”

Lin Shirong clenched his fists and said, "Ah Feng, I'm going to go up and take down that comprador and expose his scam!" ”

Xu Feng shook his head, "Senior brother, don't be impulsive first, our purpose is to find out Ding Dazhi's whereabouts, there are many people outside who are not suitable to do it, so let's line up and go in first." ”

Lin Shirong sighed, "Okay, listen to Ah Feng." ”

The two of them lined up in a long line, following the young men, moving in step by step.

"Next!"

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

The two pushed the door in, Xu Feng gave Lin Shirong a look, and Lin Shirong immediately stood behind the door to guard.

There was not much room to settle in the room, with an eighty-pound stone plate in the middle and a large number of signed English labor contracts scattered on the floor.

On the desk by the window, a bespectacled Chinese comprador sits there, with a bulging money bag on his left hand and a short-handled firearm on his right.

The comprador raised his head and shouted arrogantly, "Who let you come in together?" get.out!”