Hero Cultivation System

It is said that the American Mandarin thing is used to disgust Chinese people.

From studying Mi language in childhood to passing CET-4 in college, after more than ten years of hard work, everyone is happy when they fool me, but if I really want to watch an American movie, there will be no Chinese subtitles and I will still be confused, not to mention that I have never studied it.

Liang Gong, who relies solely on self-study, and other members of the Jing'an Club who dropped out of school and joined the underworld.

In the entire Jing'an freight parking lot, there were nearly 300 people crowded in the dark space. There was probably only one person who could understand what Fu Hui and the Americans were talking about—Sister Big Eyes. This was the strange thing Liang Gong noticed on her face.

I guessed that she should understand what Fu Hui said.

But even if you don't understand, you can probably guess that it's not a good thing. Otherwise, how could the Americans come in behind Fu Hui's motorcade?

"Mr. Fu is indeed a trustworthy person, so we will borrow your place. As long as we can confirm that he is the murderer of the consulate general's murder, Fu Juan's matter will be wiped out." Slender Bamboo Gan Jeff is still the talker.

"Please!" Fu Hui waved her hand expressionlessly, asking her to step back.

Although the others didn't know what she was talking about with the Americans, they all took a few steps back silently in fear of her female power. Only the big-eyed sister stood there with a cold face as if she didn't hear anything.

Fu Hui glanced at her and wanted to say something but finally gave up. I believe Sister Big Eyes also saw Fu Hui's expression, but she ignored it.

Jeff waved his hand, and all the Americans followed him forward, and the Chinese Peter came out to translate.

"You are Liang Gong. Did you do the murder at the Consulate General? Is Wang Ping the person you protect?" Peter's Mandarin is really ordinary, and with some weird accents, it sounds quite annoying, but everyone finally came to terms with it.

I can still understand it.

"Hiss!" There was a gasp of air from the crowd. Everyone was hanging out on the ground in Spring City, and they were local snakes. If there was any disturbance on the territory, they would know about it almost immediately.

Who knows about the massacre at the consulate a while ago?

The news that everyone heard was that someone invaded the American Consulate General at night to rescue people. Dozens of Americans tried to stop him but were slaughtered. In the end, they fled. The Americans were really embarrassed. This kind of thing is embarrassing for the Chinese people.

No one was willing to pass it on, so it spread throughout the entire Spring City the next day.

Now, listening to what the Americans say, it turns out that the person who committed that heinous case was the Birdman Liang Gong in front of everyone!

This made the people who were originally injured by Liang Gong's knife feel less painful. They could come and go freely in the American Consulate. Why should they be dissatisfied with their defeat at his hands? Everyone did not realize that the hatred towards Liang Gong in their hearts had subsided.

Quite a bit, and I looked at him with a little more admiration.

"Did I do the murder at the Consulate General? Why should I tell you?" Tsk! It started out like a question. Is he a grandson? I don't owe you anything, so why should I answer you?

Jeff and Peter lowered their heads to talk, and Peter spoke again: "If it was you who did it, then please come with us. If it wasn't you, then Jing'an would be lying. However, you later found yourself in the Shuguang Road alley

Twelve Americans were also killed, and you must be responsible for this."

As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar!

Listening to what he meant, it turned out that they, the Jing'an Club, were informing the Americans. Not to mention the hot-blooded Bashu people, even ordinary Chinese people couldn't do such a thing. The Jing'an Club would actually do such a stupid thing.

It really made the people present feel ashamed and ashamed.

But the Americans did follow the president. If the Jing'an Society did not have any dealings with the Americans, who would believe it? This matter must be a certainty, and everyone could not help but lower their heads, shameless to see others.

"Shut up!" Fu Hui shouted with anger, suppressing the noisy crowd.

There is an inexplicable anger in my heart. The Jing'an Society actually colluded with the Americans to betray him. They still want to hide this traitorous behavior. If you want to hide your shame, I have to pull off your fig leaf. Let's see what happens to the Jing'an Society in the future.

Hang out on Chuncheng Road:

"Ahem! You answer me one question first, and I will promise to answer all your questions. Is it true that I am the murderer of the consulate murder case and that I am here, will Jing'an tell you?"

Fu Hui was waiting for him to speak, but he didn't expect Peter to answer directly this time without asking Jeff: "Yes, Jing'an will tell us that you are the murderer of the Consulate General, and he has made an agreement with us to notify us as soon as you show up.

If you are the murderer, we will give up the pursuit of her daughter."

As soon as the words came out, the scene fell silent. Everyone in the Jing'an Club looked at their leader with complicated and incomprehensible eyes. Fu Hui sighed secretly, but his face remained cold and expressionless.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Liang Gong smiled with satisfaction and said: "Since you tell me honestly, I can't hide it, that's right! I killed those people in the Consulate General, and I also killed the people in the alley.

You sent them to hell with tears. You repeatedly sent snipers to stop me, and you lurked in the alleys to kill me. You can't let them kill me but not allow me to fight back and kill them."

He secretly changed the concept here, making the listeners think that he was forced to defend himself. In fact, he did not want to reveal Wang Ping's matter in front of so many people, so he blurred the facts.

As expected, Peter, who spoke and listened to Mandarin very well, did not understand his concept of secret exchange. He did not refute but turned back to discuss with Jeff for a while, so everyone present thought that he was forced to defend himself.

"As expected, he did it! Well done, Hero Bird." Everyone whispered. Such a statement actually appeared in the crowd. What was even more strange was that no one else reprimanded him.

After the discussion, Peter turned back and asked: "Why did you invade the American consulate? Is it for the middle school student named Wang Ping? Is there any government behind you that instigated you?"

Hearing this question, Liang Gong looked shy and said: "Actually... I just arrived in Spring City, and I bought a map from decades ago. I accidentally went to the wrong door according to the map and entered the consulate because there was a power outage.

I couldn't see the person clearly, and what happened next was a 'tragic manslaughter.' I apologize deeply." His honest and sincere uncle's face looked somewhat sincere.

With a puff, the big-eyed sister who was listening with interest burst out laughing. Several people who remembered the remarks made by the United States when bombing the Chinese Embassy in South Africa more than ten years ago also laughed. Others who did not understand laughed.

After asking and telling each other, everyone burst out laughing, and the laughter got louder and louder.

That's right! You can locate defects in the database and cause problems. Bird Hero can buy old maps and identify the wrong door. You can "tragic accidental bombing" and he can "tragic accidental killing".

Peter translated his words to Jeff and other Americans, and several people had angry looks on their faces, saying "fuck!" and "shit!" and yelled incessantly.

A burly man behind Jeff waved his hand, and seven or eight people behind him took out short-handled submachine guns from their suit jackets and rushed forward to aim at Liang Gong.

"Ah!" Everyone exclaimed in shock. The Americans were so arrogant. They dared to draw their guns openly even on Chinese soil and on the territory of the Jing'an Council!

However, when everyone's exclamations were still floating in the air, suddenly! I saw the big-eyed sister's almond-shaped eyes widened and her hands slightly swaying. The seven or eight Americans immediately dropped the guns in their hands and screamed "Oh! Fuck!"

"The other Americans didn't understand the situation and quickly came up to form a circle around the injured person to guard against the Jing'an Committee.

No one knew what was causing these Americans' madness, but those with sharp eyes immediately saw that several Americans had a black needle as thin as an ox's hair inserted into their wrists.

"Ah! Tang Sect!" A well-informed person immediately recognized that it was Tang Sect's unique hidden weapon, the Five Poison Needles.

Fu Hui frowned and was about to speak, but Sister Big Eyes had already turned around and spoke before her:

"Aunt Fu! I can't bear to teach them a lesson. Let's see if these old Americans dare to be arrogant anymore and run rampant in China with a few broken guns. Also, I'm afraid I can't help with boxing because of the strict family rules.

busy!"

Fu Hui and the big-eyed girl's mother have been friends for decades. They have watched her grow up, and the two families have a very good relationship. This time, because the situation was serious, she called her friend and asked her to send someone to help, and the friend also sent himself

My youngest daughter, I didn’t expect that she would say such decisive words today:

"Qinqin, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with Aunt Fu? Can you tell me, is it because Aunt Fu didn't treat her well?"

The big-eyed girl smiled and replied: "Aunt Fu! You have the best relationship with my family. I shouldn't refuse to assist in boxing. But I don't know if you know it. There is a rule in my Tang family's family rules that no descendant of the Tang family can collude with foreigners."

"Crueling Chinese compatriots', since Americans are involved in this matter today, I must not interfere, otherwise it will be against family rules, and my ancestors will not let me go."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fu Hui to persuade him, he turned to Liang Gong who was stunned by a series of unexpected situations and said:

"Liang Gong, I am Tang Qin from the Tang Sect in the middle of Shu. You are quite interesting. Unfortunately, we are on opposite sides today. If you don't die today, we can get to know each other and become friends. You can rest assured to talk to these old ricers.

Let's deal with them, we are all fellow martial artists, I won't sit back and watch them draw their guns."

Then she glared at the old beauty who was staring at her, walked a little further away with her beautiful body and crossed her arms to show that she would no longer interfere.

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I want to make up for it, but unfortunately I have been too busy with work recently, so it seems I can only wait until the weekends. In addition, I am happy to see the return of the ecstasy, and Fatty is also here to say hello to the brothers.

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