In a busy street in Foshan city, there is a private room on the second floor of a well-known restaurant.
A middle-aged man with a strong body and smart clothes was slowly enjoying the delicious food on the table, taking a sip of the wine from time to time, showing his enjoyment.
"Master, Wu Dong's fellow has left his residence, and our people have followed him!"
The young man waiting next to him suddenly came up to the middle-aged man and whispered a report.
"Oh, then write a letter to Mr. Henry and ask him to send someone to ambush you!"
The middle-aged man waved his hand and sneered: "I hope his actions go smoothly!"
"Master, is this too risky?"
The young man was not in a hurry to leave, but said hesitantly: "After all, joining forces with foreigners is good or bad!"
There are still words in my heart that I haven't said out loud, that is, the vigilante groups are not easy to mess with. One bad move may get you burned, and you won't be able to stay in Foshan anymore.
"Go ahead, you don't need to think too much about this!"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, put his wine glass on the table, and said dissatisfiedly: "If the militia hadn't created that dock arena, would our martial arts gym have declined so quickly?"
"Originally our martial arts school was the number one martial arts school in Foshan, but what happened now?"
Sensing the master's dissatisfaction, the young man felt terrified and did not dare to say anything more, so he hurriedly left the private room and went to work.
"Kill..."
Here, just when Wu Dong and Yan Zhendong were about to leave the bustling area of the city and enter the area where the militia camp was located, suddenly two rows of axe-wielding men shot out from the alleys on both sides of the street, each of them fierce and murderous.
"A Dong, be careful!"
Yan Zhendong's eyes turned cold, and he rushed out with a greeting.
Buzz!
Both fists were blasted out, making a dull buzzing sound, directly knocking away the men holding axes, including the axes in their hands that had no time to swing.
Boo hoo hoo…
At this moment, Wu Dong did not stand still, and suddenly threw out his hands on his waist.
Suddenly, nearly ten knives with cold light flew out of the sky like meteors, and shot into the thighs of several axe-wielding men in the blink of an eye.
Ahhhh...
In just one encounter, more than seven axe-wielding men fell down, rolling on the ground and wailing in agony.
Yan Zhendong on the other side was full of firepower, his figure was like a galloping horse, and his fists were like siege hammers, turning into afterimages and blowing away all the enemies in front of him with one move.
Among these big axe-wielding men, there were many warriors with Ning Jin. They also couldn't withstand his punch, which shows the power of a strong man at the peak of Ming Jin.
There were only a dozen big men with axes in total, and most of them fell down in the blink of an eye.
When the remaining few saw something was wrong, they threw away their axes and ran away without saying a word.
"Master Yan, there is no need to pursue him, these people are enough!"
Seeing that Yan Zhendong wanted to chase him out, Wu Dong hurriedly stopped him: "Be careful that they lure the tiger away from the mountain. As long as the person is still in Foshan, he will not be able to escape!"
When Yan Zhendong heard this, he did not chase after him. He hurried back to Wu Dong and asked in a warm voice: "A Dong, are you okay?"
"careful!"
From the corner of his eye, Wu Dong caught sight of a sneaky figure and the thing in his hand. He exclaimed and suddenly pushed Yan Zhendong to the ground.
At the same time, he leaned back using the force, put a revolver on his waist, and fired directly in a certain direction.
Snapped!
A gunshot that was different from the sound of firecrackers rang out, and a body fell to the wall at the corner of the street not far away. There was also a revolver in hand that fell far away.
Yan Zhendong reacted quickly and rolled continuously on the ground. He made a few wrong steps and rushed to the body. He checked and shook his head to indicate that the person was dead.
The flashes of lightning, flint and stone, and the weapons with hand axes and guns had already frightened the nearby Foshan residents and fled in all directions.
The vigilante groups patrolling around were young and strong. After hearing the news, they hurried over to check the situation.
"Bring all these guys to the camp and interrogate them!"
Seeing the militia patrol arriving, Wu Dong was completely relieved and told him to follow them to the militia camp.
As several orders were quickly issued, the militia camp quickly became busy.
Groups of militiamen who were repairing in the camp quickly left with standard waist knives and rushed to strengthen patrols and security in various parts of the city.
"Who is so bold as to ambush us in the city?"
At this time, Yan Zhendong asked the doubts in his heart: "Could it be that those foreigners are not the ones?"
"It should be them!"
Wu Dong said calmly: "These guys like to use this method the most!"
"Then what should we do?"
"Since they want to play, let's have fun!"
"Don't act recklessly. The government won't agree to it. Don't forget that there is also an admiral of Guangdong Province who is eyeing you!"
"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion!"
Since Wu Dong dared to play with guns in Foshan, it was impossible for Wu Dong not to react at all.
This time the ambush was just a low-level gunman. If the next time it was an elite gunman from the foreign army, he might not be as lucky as this time.
If it weren't for that guy being too reckless and irregular at all, Wu Dong wouldn't have suddenly noticed.
It can only be said that fortunately it is the late Qing Dynasty, social order has not completely collapsed, and guns and ammunition have not become rampant.
Otherwise, if all the opponents send are hot shots, even if he reacts quickly, he will not be able to make it in time.
Seeing Wu Dong's calm face, Yan Zhendong didn't know what to say, so he had to change the subject and said: "A Dong, your flying knife is really powerful!"
"Haha, it's just for fun in my free time. I didn't expect it to be really useful!"
Having said that, I feel quite proud in my heart.
When he was attacked before, he killed five axemen with a flying knife. This method was still very sharp.
The reason why I practice knife throwing is also influenced by the plots of modern movies and TV series, as well as some novels.
It just so happens that practicing knife throwing can also exercise your wrists and focus on the strength of your fingers.
Not only that, before the proliferation of firearms on a large scale, throwing knives were a very common means of short- and medium-range attacks.
Wu Dong still cares about his own safety. Although he has practiced martial arts for a long time and has reached the level of strength, he is still not very willing to take risks personally when he is desperate.
Regardless of whether it was injured or touched, it was a loss to him.
"It seems that I have to follow suit!"
After staying with Wu Dong for a long time, Yan Zhendong was naturally affected and felt that what Wu Dong sometimes said was not unreasonable.
In this era of powerful muskets, if you always rely on martial arts to charge forward, you may suffer losses sooner or later.
Learning how to use hidden weapons can save your life at critical moments.
This encounter is the best proof!
If Wu Dong was like him, he would ignore the ambush and rush forward to kill him. Faced with a large number of axemen, it would be impossible for Wu Dong to survive unscathed given his strength.
If he is injured early, the last gunman who plans to attack will definitely not be able to detect it in time, which would be too dangerous...