The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Master, you are back."

Lu family, Lu Haodong returned home, and the housekeeper Lu Dayou quickly took over the young master's hat.

He looked anxious and whispered: "Master, something happened."

Lu Haodong was stunned and couldn't help but frown slightly: "What's wrong?"

"It's Master Feng. There are notices posted everywhere to arrest him."

"What? What happened?"

Lu Haodong was shocked and asked hurriedly.

"You didn't know that you were not in the city this morning. The Tongfu branch was destroyed this morning. Most of the thugs and people inside were killed. Pan Zhiben, the shopkeeper, also had his throat cut on the spot. Pan Huaixiang from the government led troops there and asked people to paint I got the murderer’s portrait, and now I’m looking for it everywhere in the city.”

Uncle Friend looked anxious, but he made the matter clear in a few words.

Lu Haodong was in disbelief, but there was no fear on his face. Instead, he was full of surprise. He clapped his hands and said, "Okay, good job! Among the thirteen gangs in Guangzhou, Tongfu Xing deserves to be killed the most! Trafficking in wives, daughters, and children is really not a good thing." die."

"Hey, my young master, why are you not in a hurry? Master Feng has brought such a big case to our place again. What should we do if we find out here?"

When Lu Haodong heard this, he frowned slightly and said, "That's not good. In this case, you immediately ask people to guard outside. If I see Brother Feng Ji coming back and bring him in through the back door, I will immediately go to my friends for help and arrange for him to go to Hong Kong." No matter what the boat ticket is, we must protect Brother Feng Ji."

Uncle You is helpless. He knows that the young master has always been unfaithful to his friends.

All he could say at the moment was: "Master, do you want to send him to Hong Kong?"

"Well, now that the Xingzhonghui headquarters has just been established in Hong Kong, it's time to hire people. Brother Feng Ji was recommended by Brother Jinsun and is trustworthy. It's rare that he has such skill. He is exactly the person we need."

Lu Haodong had wisdom in his eyes and clenched his fists excitedly.

He knew Tong Fuxing's defensive strength. Feng Ji was able to defeat Tong Fuxing single-handedly. He was really a master of martial arts.

He must keep such talents in the gang to reserve talents for the upcoming revolution.

…

East Street, Jinlong Lane.

It is said to be an alley, but it is not really an alley. There are garden houses standing one after another. The Western-style buildings are incompatible with this era.

In addition to foreigners, the people living here are the rich and noble people in Guangzhou.

The Wu family behind Yihe House is one of them.

In addition to the Wu family, the head office of Yihe Bank also stands here.

At this time, the outer perimeter of the concession was under martial law, but it was still bustling inside.

The foreigners living here enjoy a life of leisure and entertainment.

Yihe Building has three floors, and there are gorgeously dressed women at the door to greet the guests.

Many of them even wore the clothes of foreign women, attracting many foreigners.

"Oh, God, look at that yellow-skinned bitch, I'm going to take care of her tonight, hahaha."

"Steve, you don't want the little girl you played with last time?"

"Hahaha, Winster, those girls are crying, it's nothing interesting. Look at the one on the second floor, she has a body like a bitch."

"These yellow-skinned women are really strange. The first time they asked for such a high price, is there any difference between the first time and the second time?"

"This is their tradition here, but you don't have to enter from the front. If you enter from the back, you will most likely be able to get these women for the first time, haha."

"You guys are simply a genius."

"By the way, do you want to go to the third floor tonight?"

"Okay, I don't know if there are any new products this time."

…

At the door of Yihe Branch, two foreign devils laughed at each other, looked like dogs in suits, and walked in with a swagger.

The turtle man at the door almost bent his waist to ninety degrees and shouted loudly: "Two distinguished guests!"

The women behind him gathered around him, laughing and teasing.

Feng Ji stood opposite Yihexing, watching this scene without much expression on his face.

In this era, there are countless people with lofty ideals who shed their lives and blood, and there must also be traitors who kneel and lick in front of foreigners.

The Wu family behind Yihe House is no longer an ordinary merchant, they are capital.

The most disgusting thing in the world is capital.

In their eyes, there is no feeling of family and country, no sympathy and mercy, only interests.

When facing foreigners, as long as they give money, they can treat them as honored guests and use their compatriots to please them.

Swallowing the deer fetus ointment in his mouth, Feng Ji strode towards Yihe Xing.

The signboard of Yihexing does not have the words Yihexing, but Yiheyuan.

I have to say that this Wu family is really bold. Yiheyuan has the same pronunciation as the Summer Palace in the capital, which brings a strange sense of excitement to people.

This is also in the concession. If it were placed outside, the Qing government would have sealed it long ago.

However, this also shows how weak the Qing government's control over Guangzhou was.

"stop!"

Feng Ji was about to step in when suddenly Turtle Gong straightened his back and stopped Feng Ji.

With a hint of consideration on his sharp-mouthed face, he looked around Feng Ji and asked, "Are you from the concession?"

Feng Ji said calmly: "What do you think?"

"Haha, I don't see it. Who among the noble people in the concession is not wearing a suit?"

Feng Ji glanced at him: "Aren't you just wearing nothing?"

The turtle man suddenly said angrily: "I am a lower-class person, so of course I can't wear it!"

Feng Ji was very interested: "Inferior people?"

"Yes, but even though I am a lower-class person in the concession, when I go outside, I am still a master!"

"Oh, who is the superior person in the concession?"

"The superior person is of course a foreigner."

Mr. Turtle raised his fists to the sky, with a look of showoff on his face.

"The middle-class people are the dignitaries of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties in the Qing Dynasty."

"Looking at what you are wearing, I know that you are a pariah who sneaked in from the outside. Get out of here, otherwise don't blame grandpa for being rude!"

Turtle Gong rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was about to be beaten.

He was less than Feng Ji's chest, his aura was stern, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Feng Ji grinned: "What a theory of race. On the land of China, the men of the Han family have become lowly and inferior..."

"The Manchus are nobler than the Han people. What's wrong with that? Are you going to get out? Master Bugun is going to call for help!"

Seeing that he couldn't threaten Feng Ji, Lord Turtle couldn't help but yelled loudly.

At the same time, his eyes frequently looked towards Yihe Garden behind him.

In the lobby on the first floor, several strong and handsome men drinking wine also noticed the movement.

Several people stood up immediately and walked towards the door.

Mr. Turtle suddenly became proud: "You bitch, it's too late to leave now!"

He turned around and shouted: "Brother Wu, this man doesn't wear a suit. I'm afraid he's a gangster who sneaked in and made trouble."

Among the group of flowery arms that came over, the leader had thick arms and strong chest muscles. Hearing this, he picked his teeth and walked sideways, making a hissing sound from his mouth.

When he came to the door, he opened his mouth and said: "Boy, do you know where this is? I will count to three and disappear from my face immediately, otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly blurred, and five fingers that looked like they were made of steel penetrated his throat in an instant.

Feng Ji gently pulled, and suddenly the trachea and esophagus were torn, and the arteries were torn. There was a pop and blood spurted out.

"ah--"

A scream came from Mr. Turtle's mouth.

He subconsciously covered his mouth, turned around and was about to run away.

But as soon as he turned around, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

His whip was instantly grabbed by a big hand, and his scalp was torn a little.

The severe pain made him cry out instantly.

On the other side, Wu San was killed, and the flowery arms behind him were stunned for a moment, and then their faces were filled with shock.

Suddenly someone immediately lifted up his clothes and was about to pull out a dagger.

The other two people also roared and rushed towards Feng Ji at the same time!

Feng Ji chuckled lightly, put his five fingers together to form a hand knife, replaced the knife with his hand, and thrust it hard!

Puff-puff-!

The phantom of the arm flashed, and suddenly a gurgling mouth of blood appeared on the chests of the two people opposite, and blood flowed freely.

The two opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but blood gurgled from the corners of their mouths and noses.

Feng Ji waved his hand gently, and the blood flew out. At this moment, the girls in Yihe Garden suddenly screamed in horror!

"ah--"

"Killing! Killing!"

"Brother Wu San is dead. He killed someone!"

"A life was lost, a life was lost!"

…

For a time, Jardine Garden was in a mess, full of fleeing guests and prostitutes.

Some people ran upstairs, some ran to the window.

Feng Ji didn't pay attention to these people. He just held up Mr. Turtle's money rattail and grinned at him: "What kind of person am I now?"

Turtle Master trembled all over, trembling, and said in a trembling voice: "You are an average person, you are an average person, I'm sorry, the villain has eyesight and cannot see the mountains. Grandpa, please have mercy on me. Grandpa, please have mercy on me."

Feng Ji couldn't help but sigh, patted his face, and said: "My life is almost gone, are you still unwilling to admit that I am a first-class person?"

Mr. Turtle was suddenly startled. He really didn't expect this.

Just subconsciously, to praise Feng Ji as being on the same level as the Manchus is already a huge compliment.

In his heart and mind, he never dared to compare Chinese people with foreigners.

Feng Ji couldn't help but shake his head: "Slavishness runs deep, but fortunately in this era, there are still many good men who have not lost their blood."

Feng Ji knew very well that this kind of slavish thinking had only just spread.

Through successive wars of aggression, foreigners have broken the backbone of the Chinese people, and countless people have been oppressed and bowed down.

Even in later generations, there are still such people who worship foreign things.

All this started from this time.

Feng Ji said nothing more, just shook his hand, took out the portrait of the eldest sister in his arms, and asked: "Do you know her?"

Turtle Gong looked at the portrait, his mouth twitched, and cried: "I don't know you, Master, I really don't know you."

Feng Ji frowned slightly. Mr. Turtle must be very familiar with the prostitutes in Yiheyuan.

He doesn't recognize her, which means the eldest sister is probably not here.

Thinking of this, Feng Ji couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't imagine whether the eldest sister would survive if he really rescued her in a place like this.

But he immediately frowned again. Since the eldest sister is not here, could it be that she was sent to live with foreigners?

Feng Ji grabbed Turtle Gong and said in a cold voice: "Last month you brought back a group of women from Tongfu Bank. Where are the people?"

Mr. Turtle was frightened and said hurriedly: "I really don't know this, Master, how can I know this? Ask Brother Kai, Brother Kai is in charge here."

"Brother Kai?"

"Wu Haokai, the eldest young master of the Wu family, he is on the third floor."

"take me!"

Mr. Turtle was kicked and rolled towards the stairs.

Feng Ji strode to follow him and headed straight to the third floor.