Half an hour later, Jiang Li took a long breath and moved his body.
"Has the American's travel been investigated?" Jiang Li took a handkerchief from a wooden shelf, wiped the sweat from his head, and asked Yan Zhendong.
"I've been with him for half a month, and I understand almost everything." Yan Zhendong shook his voice and responded in a muffled voice,
"That American is not a good guy either. He sells opium, resells firearms, and has a mouth full of yellow-skinned pigs. If you hadn't let me do it, sir, I would have killed him long ago." Yan Zhendong said angrily.
"Where does he go every day?" Jiang Li ignored him and stood tall and straight in the yard with his back to Yan Zhendong, expressionless.
"He usually doesn't go out in the morning and evening. Only at noon, he will go to a restaurant owned by foreigners to eat. By the way, the admiral of Foshan often drinks with him. In the afternoon, he will go to the theater to watch a play, and he will go to the theater every two days.
I will go." Yan Zhendong recalled it for a moment and said in a deep voice.
"Theatre," Jiang Li raised his head and looked up at the full moon in the sky, with a sneer rising from the corner of his mouth.
"Sir, do I want to go..." Yan Zhendong walked to Jiang Li with a fierce look on his face and gestured to his neck.
"No." Jiang Li waved his hand to him, "Don't think that your iron shirt is invincible. Those muskets can easily break your iron shirt. It's okay for you to assassinate me, but this is not the result I want. This is
I will handle the matter personally, so you don’t have to worry about it. Next, just focus on opening your martial arts gym. I will arrange for the leader here to meet you."
"Yes." Yan Zhendong's eyes flashed and he nodded yes.
After Yan Zhendong left, Ah Fu came to Jiang Li and said worriedly, "Master, why don't you really tell Master Huang and Master Ye? It's too dangerous for you to be alone."
"No need, listen, this matter will be rotten in your stomach from now on, do you understand?" Jiang Li turned around, his eyes were cold, and he said indifferently.
"Yes." Ah Fu shrank his neck and nodded quickly.
"By the way, young master, the flying knives you have made have been completed, but there are too many, so I asked you to send them directly to your room." Ah Fu said as if he thought of something.
"Oh? I understand, go down." Jiang Li's eyes moved, he nodded, waved to Ah Fu, and walked into the room.
When you come to the side room, you will see two memorial tablets in front of you.
Jiang Li put three sticks of incense in the incense burner, bowed slightly, and looked calm.
"Your revenge will be avenged soon. I will let the American kneel in front of your grave to confess his sins to comfort your souls in heaven."
In the past, Jiang Li only wanted to find an opportunity to assassinate Mr. Jishan, but over the past forty days, as his strength increased, especially his telepathy, his thoughts also changed.
Killing Jishan directly would be too cheap for him.
"The theater,?" Returning to the bedroom, Jiang Li sneered and shook his head slightly.
This was his own suicide. If Jishan had been hiding in his water stronghold all day long, Jiang Li would not have dared to risk going there. But outside, life or death was not up to him.
The jade rabbit falls in the west and the golden crow rises in the east. The night passes quickly.
In the morning, Jiang Li went about his usual routine, standing upright and practicing boxing. He waited until the sun reached midday before leaving Jiang's house.
He got on a rickshaw and ran towards the Yankee territory.
Now that everything has been investigated clearly, Jiang Li has no patience to wait any longer. Besides, the reason why he is safe and sound these days is because he lives in Baozhilin. If he were in the Jiang family, the situation would be different.
Moreover, now that he knew that the American was his enemy and that he had enough strength to take revenge, Jiang Li would not be able to live with it if he did not take revenge.
Jiang Li was sitting on a rickshaw walking on the street, half of his face covered by the western hat on his head. His body was steady, his eyes were slightly closed, and his mind was empty.
Soon, the car stopped. Jiang Li opened his eyes, raised his head, looked at the water village a hundred meters away, and sneered slightly.
Jiang Li threw a banknote to the driver and immediately bought his rickshaw.
The coachman pulled the car to a remote corner, looked at the one hundred tael worth of silver notes in his hand, his face burst into laughter, and he ran back with his hands and feet dancing wildly. Jiang Li was still sitting in the car, with the Western image above his head.
The hat covered his face just right.
After a while, the gate of the water village suddenly opened wide, and a group of foreign devils with spears on their shoulders, surrounded by a golden-haired Yankee Jishan, got into a carriage and walked towards the city.
This foreign gun team composed of ten people are sharpshooters who have been carefully cultivated through hard work and have accurate marksmanship. In the movie, Yan Zhendong was shot to death by them, leaving only a sigh.
Looking at the foreign gun team getting closer and closer, Jiang Li slowly stood up and faced them. He turned his right hand and a cold light flashed on his fingertips.
Jiang Li's figure was naturally noticed by the foreigners on the opposite side, and the foreign gun teams picked up their foreign guns one after another and became slightly alert.
"People in front, stop." Still far away, a foreigner pointed a gun at Jiang Li and spoke in American, telling Jiang Li to stop.
"Ji Shan, it's time to hit the road." Jiang Li raised his head, his throat rolled, and he let out a roar of thunder. He moved his right hand, and more than a dozen slender silver needles flew out immediately.
"Uh...oh..." The ten people in the foreign gun team only saw a flash of silver light in front of their eyes. Then, their foreheads hurt, and their eyes were full of doubts. They screamed and fell down weakly.
After they fell, white smoke suddenly appeared from their bodies, and a fishy smell suddenly rose up.
Silver needle kills, if Jiang Li killed Tiger forty days ago by accident, then now he can find the fatal part of the body with great precision and kill with one needle.
Moreover, Jiang Li also added corpse-turning poison to the silver needle. Even if the silver needle couldn't kill someone, he could still use the corpse-turning poison one more time without fear of the other party's death.
When Jiang Li walked to the carriage, the foreigner lying on the ground had turned into pools of blood.
The corpse-transforming water melts when it comes into contact with blood and is extremely corrosive. In just a moment, not even the bones or residue can be found.
"Huh..." The curtain in front of the carriage was suddenly opened, and Jishan walked out with two sharp knives in his hands.
He looked at the pools of blood on the ground, his throat felt like it was rolling up and down, large beads of sweat appeared on his face, and his hands holding the sharp knife trembled.
"Huangpizhu, I want to challenge you to a duel." Mr. Jishan spoke broken Chinese, jumped down from the carriage, and pointed the two sharp knives in his hand at Jiang Li.
The residents of the small town seemed to have noticed the situation here. Many people had gathered at the street entrance. The gate of the water village in the distance also opened, and more than ten foreigners carrying foreign guns ran towards us.
Mr. Jishan's face flashed with joy. Just as he blinked, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. His neck hurt. The next moment, his body fell softly, and the two sharp knives in his hands fell on the ground.
On the sand.
"Hmph, you are pretending to be a ghost." Jiang Li glanced at the foreign gun behind the sharp knives on the ground. He snorted coldly. He held Jishan in his hand, raised his right foot, and held the two sharp knives in his hand. With a flash of silver light, he tied the knife to the gun.
The rope on the horse was cut, he turned over, clamped his legs, and went away like the wind.
Jiang Li did not rush towards the town, but ran towards the wilderness outside the city.
"Pah...pah...pah..." More than a dozen foreigners could no longer care about anything else and shot at Jiang Li's figure. Unfortunately, the distance was too far. When Jiang Li's figure turned into a black dot and disappeared, there was no one left.
