The next day, when Huang Feihong rushed over and learned about Jiang Li's assassination last night, he was also furious. However, he did not refute Jiang Li's explanation.
Because a gag order was issued, and few people actually knew what the gunshot was about yesterday, the matter was buried under the radar in the Jiang Mansion.
After what happened last night, Huang Feihong became cruel and decided unanimously that both of them would stay for the remaining two days to avoid any accidents.
Jiang Li was grateful in his heart, but didn't say much. The reaction of the two people was also what he expected. Moreover, with two master-level people acting as bodyguards for him, it was too late for him to be happy.
However, what surprised Jiang Li was that the Yankees did not come to investigate when someone died here. This unusual reaction made Jiang Li understand that what happened next might be even more dangerous.
"If we want to completely resolve the crisis, we can only kill the American." In the mourning hall, Jiang Li looked calm, kneeling under the two tablets, thinking about a plan to break the situation.
Mr. Jishan has sent people to assassinate him. This feud can only end if one party dies. Jiang Li doesn't want to die yet, so he can only ask Jishan to see Satan.
However, Mr. Jishan has dozens of guns and even cannons. If he rushes in rashly, he will definitely be dead. Not to mention him, even Huang Feihong and Ip Man will have to rush into the street.
It’s true that practicing martial arts can strengthen your body and enhance your strength, but if you really want to shuttle through a hail of bullets, don’t dream about it.
Even someone as powerful as the old beggar might be able to dodge bullets, but if he is actually hit by a bullet, he will not be much better off.
Nowadays, Jiang Li is only a little better than ordinary people except for his mental power. It is very difficult to kill accumulated good deeds.
However, you don’t have to go to someone else’s lair to kill someone.
"I don't believe that the American won't come out. As long as he comes out, it will be up to him, whether alive or dead."
Jiang Li sneered in his heart. His mind power could make the silver needle kill people invisibly from a distance of 150 meters. As long as the American guy came out, Jiang Li would kill him like crushing an ant.
What we have to worry about now is whether the telekinesis can kill him with one blow. Yesterday, Jiang Li hit him accidentally, and the silver needle pierced Tiger's brain directly from his eyes, killing him.
It would not be good if Mr. Jishan was not killed at once, but instead the enemy was alerted. Therefore, Jiang Li had to think of a foolproof strategy.
"Come on, come on, let's see who ends this game first." Jiang Li added a handful of paper money into the brazier, his handsome face shining with murderous intent under the firelight.
For two days in a row, the Jiang Mansion was very peaceful, people came in and out as if nothing had happened.
However, Huang Feihong and Ip Man did not relax at all. They were alert every night and would get up to check on the slightest sign of trouble.
In this highly tense life, Jiang Li's filial piety came to an end.
"Uncle Lin, I will live in Baozhilin from now on. Business at home will be as usual. If you need anything, just send me a message." Outside the gate of Jiang Mansion, Jiang Li stepped onto the carriage and faced the old man standing beside him.
The steward ordered.
In the next period of time, he would concentrate on practicing martial arts and wouldn't have much time to care about other things. Fortunately, Gu Lin was still taking care of everything, so he didn't have to worry.
"Young master, don't worry, I'll save you." Gu Lin bowed and agreed. He had served the Jiang family for most of his life. Jiang Li probably didn't know some things as well as he did. He would have no problem taking care of the Jiang family's business.
"Well, let's go." Jiang Li lowered the curtain of the carriage and said softly.
"Master, please sit still." Ah Fu said respectfully, whipped his whip, and the carriage rushed towards Bao Zhilin.
"Lao Zhang, here are two kilograms of mutton."
"Shopkeeper Li is getting rich again."
"Candied haws on a stick, sweet and delicious candied haws on a stick..."
"Baozi, wonton..."
Hearing the noise on the street, Jiang Li's heart was filled with freshness. He simply opened the curtain on the carriage and watched with interest.
After a while, the carriage turned into a long street. The atmosphere around it became more lively, people came and went, and the speed of the carriage also slowed down.
Suddenly, a thick voice reached Jiang Li's ears.
"I am Yan Zhendong of Shandong Tiebushan. I came to this treasured place for the first time today. I am short on money and I will perform a martial arts for everyone."
Not far away, below the restaurant, a strong Shandong man hugged the people around him, pulled out a long pewter gun from his luggage, put the handle of the gun against the stairs of the restaurant, and placed the tip of the gun at his throat, under his feet.
Push forward hard.
Throat-cutting spears are rare even in Foshan, where martial arts is strong, but in the blink of an eye, a circle of spectators gathered around him.
"Pa..." Yan Zhendong's face was dull, and with a little force on his feet, he immediately broke the three-foot-long pewter gun in half.
"Okay..." "One more."
There were shouts and shouts all around, and many people dropped coins at the same time.
"Ah Fu, wait a minute." Jiang Li's eyes moved, causing Ah Fu to stop.
"Xu~~"
"Master?" Ah Fu opened the curtain of the carriage and said doubtfully.
"Go, give that guy selling martial arts ten coppers." Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly and said to Ah Fu.
"Yes." Ah Fu stepped out of the carriage with a strange look on his face and kept mumbling,
"Ten copper coins, when did the young master become so stingy?"
Growing up, Jiang Li often gave alms to those who could not afford to eat. Ah Fu was already used to it. However, in the past, the price always started at one tael. Three days ago, he even took out ten taels of silver notes. Why now?
Only ten copper coins?
"Yan Zhendong... It seems that I thought well." Jiang Li pondered, looking at Yan Zhendong squatting down to pick up money in the distance, his eyes flickering.
When he knew that the old beggar was a character in Kung Fu, he had a vague guess that Chaotic Late Qing Dynasty should be a fusion world of two or more movies.
These fusion movies should be those that focus on martial arts, such as Kung Fu, Once Upon a Time, and Ip Man. They are all from the same era, and the only characteristic is that they all have powers beyond ordinary.
Now that Yan Zhendong has come out, he has become even more convinced of this idea.
If that's the case, Mr. Jishan should be the American in the movie Once Upon a Time? Jiang Li realized in his heart that no wonder this name seemed familiar to him. It turned out to be a character in the movie.
However, Mr. Jishan’s name should be Jason. Because of the difference in Eastern and Western languages, people here hear him as Jishan. But it doesn’t matter. Whether it’s Jason or Jishan, since they have become enemies, they might as well die.
"Master, it's ready." After a while, Ah Fu came back.
"Well, let's go." Jiang Li nodded, glanced at Yan Zhendong who was sighing in the distance, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"How can you abandon your dignity without knocking people into dust? Iron cloth shirt, Yan Zhendong, don't let me down."
In the movie, Yan Zhendong was shot to death by a Yankee's foreign gun, which was a bit of a pity after all.
Jiang Li asked Ah Fu to give away ten copper coins, which was of course intentional. Although Yan Zhendong's martial arts skills were not as good as Huang Feihong's, they were not weak. Moreover, compared with Huang Feihong, Yan Zhendong was more tactful. There is no one more suitable than such a person.
Become a thug.
People who practice martial arts are always a bit energetic. If Jiang Li goes up and asks people to be his thugs now, even if he doesn't get beaten, he won't look good. He doesn't have the aura of a king, and his body will show off.
, people bow their heads and bow.
People, it's better to be more realistic. It will be much easier when Yan Zhendong truly tastes the helplessness of life and then overcomes it.