American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Before Hong Zhennan could answer, the fat man protested, “Hey, are you treating me like air? Who do you think you are? So arrogant!”

Ye Zimei stepped forward and handed over Qi Shan’s identification, saying coldly, “British aristocrat, Mike Tracy, first in line to inherit the title of Lord Tracy!”

The fat man almost choked to death, his eyes as wide as copper bells.

The surroundings instantly quieted down, and hundreds of pairs of eyes simultaneously looked at Ye Zimei. Ye Zimei was as cold as ice, completely disdaining their reactions.

The fat man was stunned for a few seconds before reaching out to take it: “You say he’s British, so he’s British? He’s clearly Chinese, yet he dares to impersonate a Brit. Do you believe I’ll arrest you and lock you up until you die?”

Ye Zimei suddenly retracted her hand, saying coldly, “A nobleman’s belongings are not for you to touch. If you or your organization have any doubts about the identity of the first in line to inherit the title of Lord Tracy, you can call the British Embassy or simply ask your superiors for clarification!

Before you can prove that person’s identity is false, please do not obstruct the adult from exercising his rights. Otherwise, we have reason to suspect you have malicious intent and have the right to preemptively strike and kill you!”

The fat man shrank his neck, and seeing that Ye Zimei had already taken out two ornate silver pistols from behind her, he quickly took a step back, muttering, “Of course I’ll investigate, I’ll investigate!”

As he spoke, his eyes continued to size up Qi Shan.

Strange things happen every year, but this year is especially strange. He clearly has the nose and eyes of a Chinese person, yet he insists on saying he’s a British aristocrat. What’s going on?

After all, the fat man was a seasoned veteran. He knew exactly when to advance and when to retreat. If not, a big brother like Hong Zhennan wouldn’t have partnered with him, cooperating to make money under the noses of the British.

Qi Shan’s sudden revelation of his fabricated identity startled everyone present.

Especially Hong Zhennan and Ip Man, who had personally exchanged blows with Qi Shan, knew that he possessed authentic Taijiquan. How could someone with such skills be a British aristocrat?

But looking at Ye Zimei’s attitude, it didn’t seem fake. What exactly was going on?

Seeing the police retreat, Ye Zimei also took a step back, tucking the pistols behind her waist, directly concealed within her black dress. Then, she stood respectfully by Qi Shan’s side, her demeanor as a maid unchanged.

However, this time, no one dared to underestimate her anymore.

The smile on Qi Shan’s face never changed. He acted as if he hadn’t seen what had just happened, and said with a smile, “How about it? Before coming, I already had people prepare the cars and book a hotel. Calculating the time, the cars to pick us up should have arrived. Will you do me the honor?”

As soon as he finished speaking, three black vehicles that looked expensive at a glance slowly drove in, passed through the crowd, and steadily parked beside Qi Shan.

Several big-nosed foreigners quickly got out of the cars, opened the rear doors, and respectfully saluted Qi Shan.

Seeing this posture, everyone couldn’t help but believe Qi Shan’s identity a little more.

The words had already been spoken to this extent, so there was no need to say anything more. Qi Shan reached out and made a gesture of invitation, then led Ye Zimei directly into the middle car.

The other two cars were still open.

Ip Man and Wong Leung exchanged a look.

Wong Leung was clearly a little excited: “Master, let’s get in the car too. I originally thought this kid was just a fake foreigner, but I didn’t expect him to be a real foreigner. He’s even inviting you to dinner. It would be a waste not to go!”

Ip Man scolded, “All you know is eating?”

“Looking at his posture, it’s obvious he’s going to treat us to a good meal. I’m just craving it! Besides, after fighting, not only did I expend energy, but I also suffered some injuries. I need to replenish myself properly. If I can do it without spending money, of course I’ll choose to do it without spending money, Master, don’t you think so?”

Ip Man didn’t say anything, remained silent for a moment, and walked straight towards the first car.

Hong Zhennan had been watching coldly from the sidelines. He seemed impulsive, but in reality, he was very measured in his actions and had the most cunning mind. Being able to endure and fight was what made a great man. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to create such a big scene under the noses of the British with his bare hands.

Central, Hong Kong Island, the Victoria Hotel, funded by the British.

There were no new standards in this era, but even according to the average standards of later generations, Victoria’s service quality, decoration environment, and various auxiliary services could be rated as five-star.

Although it was opened by the British, it was, after all, in Hong Kong Island. As a hotel, it not only had Western food, but also employed a group of Chinese chefs who made authentic dishes.

In a spacious private room on the third floor, six people sat around a table. Leaning against the large French windows, they could see the scenery of Victoria Harbour.

The table was filled with various dishes with gorgeous shapes that looked very appetizing, but no one touched their chopsticks.

Qi Shan chuckled, “It seems that the two masters still have some doubts about my identity. Actually, it’s very simple. My identity is indeed real, but I am also truly a Chinese person.

There’s no need to elaborate on the hidden circumstances. I’m actually here this time for this matter!”

Ye Zimei stepped forward and took out a stack of exquisite invitation letters from her small bag.

Qi Shan took them and placed them on the table.

“In a couple of days, the Governor’s Office will hold a birthday banquet to celebrate the coming-of-age ceremony of the Governor’s daughter. Those attending are all elites of the upper class. Besides a large number of British people, there should also be people from other countries, and of course, that will include Chinese people.

Although I don’t have a deep friendship with the two masters, we have exchanged blows, so I can be considered to understand the character and personality of the two of you. Therefore, I would like to invite the two masters to join in the fun!”

Hong Zhennan and Ip Man exchanged a look, both with some surprise in their eyes.

While Wong Leung was still drooling over the table full of dishes, the fat man had already grabbed the invitation letter.

“My goodness, an invitation to the Governor’s banquet? You can even get your hands on something like this, you’re really resourceful! No, no, you’re a dignified heir to a peerage, it would be strange if you couldn’t get an invitation, but the Governor is holding a banquet at this time, what does he want to do?”

The fat man raised his head, looking at Qi Shan with an increasingly strange gaze: “You really are a British aristocrat?”

Qi Shan spread his palms, somewhat helpless: “I’ve already said it many times, there seems to be no need to repeat it, right?”

Hong Zhennan said: “So you came to me today to invite me to the banquet? Why?”

Ip Man said: “Coincidentally, I also wanted to ask this question!”

Qi Shan pondered for a moment: "How should I put it? I am very interested in the world of Chinese martial arts, and I am very optimistic about the National Martial Arts Association established by Master Hong, so I want to lend a hand!"

Qi Shan chuckled: "In Hong Kong's current political environment, it must be very difficult for Master Hong to be good at maneuvering!"

Hong Zhennan grunted.

"The British are inherently greedy. I've gotten used to it over the years. By sticking together to keep warm, we can still resist the British a little. It's just that in recent years, more and more people don't understand the rules, which makes me not only have to resist foreign enemies, but also clear internal troubles. It's really a bit difficult!"

While speaking, Hong Zhennan glanced at Ip Man, the meaning was quite obvious.

Ip Man didn't take it seriously: "Then what about me?"

"Master Ip's situation is similar to Master Hong's. I first exchanged blows with you, and I know your boxing skills and martial arts, so I admire you very much and want to have more contact with you."

"If it's just contact and sparring, I'm very welcome! As for banquets or anything, I'm sorry, I'm not very interested. I'm just an ordinary boxer. Opening a school and accepting apprentices is just to make a living, and I don't want to get involved in politics!"

Qi Shan nodded: "I understand your concerns, but in today's environment, some things can't be avoided just by saying you want to avoid them. So to some extent, I support Master Hong's approach of sticking together to keep warm."

Ip Man glanced at Hong Zhennan, Hong Zhennan snorted softly, his expression unchanged.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in the banquet either, thank you for your kindness..."

Hong Zhennan was about to refuse, but Fatty suddenly grabbed his hand and said loudly: "We are interested, we are interested. It's not easy to get an invitation to such a high-end place, how could we not be interested!"

Hong Zhennan frowned: "What are you doing?"

Fatty whispered: "Are you stupid? This is a banquet held by the Governor of Hong Kong. We can't make much money from holding boxing matches anyway, and we have to give half to the foreigners. That foreigner is just the director of a police branch. He was a low-life when he was in England, and he wasn't even close to being a nobleman.

Now, what's in front of us is an invitation to a real British nobleman's banquet.

Is this an ordinary banquet? This is a tiger skin! As long as we attend this banquet, we can brag to the foreigners with the invitation. We may not be good at using a banner as a tiger skin, but can't we pretend to be powerful? At the very least, we can't let him be so greedy as he is now!"

Hong Zhennan's eyes flickered slightly, obviously a little tempted.

Qi Shan chuckled: "Master Hong doesn't need to rush to reply. Anyway, there are still a few days until the banquet. You have plenty of time to consider. The invitation is in your hands, it's your freedom to go or not.

I said, I don't have any other intentions, I'm just very interested in martial arts.

By the way, if I'm not mistaken, Master Ip will soon stand up to meet the challenges of the major sects because of the accident that happened today. It must be very exciting then. I wonder if I can follow along to admire the kung fu of the major sects?"

Hong Zhennan nodded: "Of course, the National Martial Arts Alliance welcomes anyone to visit. I am a developing organization, and I welcome friends from all walks of life to visit and give guidance.

Mr. Qi, if I remember correctly, your Chinese name is this, right?"

Qi Shan nodded.

Hong Zhennan cupped his hands: "Okay, then please leave me an address, and I will have someone invite you when I'm ready!"

"That's great!"

After chatting for a while, everyone dispersed without even touching their chopsticks.

Hong Zhennan was obviously eager to go home and discuss it with Fatty.

If this matter is true, how should it be operated to obtain the greatest benefit? And how to use a banner as a tiger skin to teach the foreigners a lesson.

Of course, Qi Shan's identity is also the most important thing. Although they are at the bottom, they have many people and relationships, and there is always a way to investigate Qi Shan's identity.

If it's fake, there's nothing to say. But if it's real, a British nobleman who obviously has a good impression of Chinese martial arts, how much benefit does that represent? We have to plan it carefully.

Ip Man was more relaxed. He was originally from a wealthy family and had no worries about food and drink. He was forced to flee to Hong Kong because of the war in Guangdong. All he wants now is to live a stable life, and wait for the war to subside so he can find an opportunity to return to his hometown.

The reason why he teaches Wing Chun is just to make a living.

Attending the Governor of Hong Kong's banquet is a bit too far away for him, and there's no need to consider it at all.

He can tell his wife as a joke and see what suggestions she has.

Huang Liang can also be considered sensible. Apart from being obsessed with the table full of delicious dishes, he didn't say a word of nonsense.

Qi Shan was not surprised by this result. After all, it was the first contact, and his character setting was a British nobleman. Anyone who is normal would be wary.

People who are sincere right from the start are either fools or have ulterior motives.

Qi Shan didn't leave, he ate a meal slowly and leisurely.

Mainly Ye Zimei was eating. Qi Shan has also discovered during this period that it seems because of the Soulmate Lock, Ye Zimei's body has gradually been defaulted to be Qi Shan's second body.

The world's suppression of extraordinary power is still continuing, but Ye Zimei's body is gradually being eroded by Qi Shan's power.

The most obvious should be Nen ability. Recently, Ye Zimei's appetite has been getting better and better, and the growth of strength and speed has been getting faster and faster. Now she can be considered a little Superman.

At the very least, throwing cars as a small game is no problem at all.

Two days later, Hong Zhennan sent someone to deliver a message, and even presented a delicate invitation.

Qi Shan took the invitation, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

He's quite capable, he found out his identity in just two days. Even if he has never kept a low profile, the news only circulates in British circles.

Hong Zhennan was able to find out, and in a sense, he can be considered a well-connected person.

When Qi Shan took Ye Zimei and drove to the destination, Ip Man had already arrived in advance.

The scene was arranged like a Bagua formation. Dozens of stools were placed on the ground, upside down, acting as a sword forest, and a large round table was placed in the center.

The incense burner was placed on a platform not far away, guarded by two disciples, who reported at any time.

Qi Shan led Ye Zimei slowly into the hall. Hong Zhennan led the disciples to greet them with clasped fists. Compared with the last meeting, he was a bit more polite, obviously he had the intention of making friends after clarifying Qi Shan's identity.

The other masters, although they looked arrogant, looked at Qi Shan with caution.

Obviously, Hong Zhennan had warned them in advance, and they were on the verge of believing and doubting.