The moment Jiang Li finished speaking, Miura Ichiro felt a dark shadow flash before his eyes. The next moment, a powerful force hit his chest, knocking him straight to the ground. The severe pain made him feel
His internal organs were about to be broken, and his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
"Come here, please get Mr. Miura out." Jiang Li took back his outstretched right hand, glanced disdainfully at Ichiro Miura who was lying on the ground, and shouted in a deep voice.
Soon, two strong men ran in. One raised his head, the other raised his feet, and carried Miura Ichiro out.
"Jiang Li, you will pay the price for this." Miura Ichiro was in unbearable pain all over his body. Jiang Li's punch just now paralyzed his entire body. He could not move. He could only stare at Jiang Li fiercely and yell angrily.
Hearing this, Jiang Li paused and looked back at him. His expressionless eyes were full of coldness. That look made Ichiro Miura feel cold from head to toe. He mumbled with his lips and could not say a word.
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"The price?" When Ichiro Miura's figure was thrown out of Jiang's house, Jiang Li raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, revealing his cold light.
In this world, Jiang Li only adheres to one principle, and that is: dead people are the safest.
He would not put his relatives and friends around him in danger just because he was lucky enough that his enemy still had some mercy in his heart. That was not his way of doing things.
"Miura Ichiro." Jiang Li murmured in a low voice, with murderous intent in his heart.
Arriving at the backyard, Jiang Li walked into the room, walked to the desk, wrote a few words with a pen, put it into a brocade cloth bag, and called Ah Fu in.
"Go and give it to Yan Zhendong, he knows what to do." Jiang Li handed the brocade bag to Ah Fu and said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Master." Ah Fu bowed and answered, turned around and walked out.
"Young Master, Master Huang sent someone here to send a message, asking you to go to Baozhilin." A servant passed by Ah Fu, walked in and said respectfully to Jiang Li.
"I know." Jiang Li nodded and waved his hand.
After a hasty shower, Jiang Li put on clean clothes, took off the Western hat hanging on the shelf at the door of the room, and walked out of the house.
Arriving at Baozhilin, Jiang Li found that the atmosphere here seemed a bit quiet.
Normally at this time, shouldn't it be bustling with people and there would be an endless stream of people seeing doctors?
"President Jiang, you are here. My master is waiting for you inside." At this time, a figure suddenly ran out from inside and glanced at Jiang Li. His body trembled and his feet became weak. He stopped immediately and pulled forcefully.
He smiled and said,
The person who came was none other than Liang Kuan, and whether it was fate or not, Huang Feihong finally accepted Liang Kuan as a living treasure and became his personal disciple.
"You seem to be afraid of me?" Jiang Li nodded and was about to walk in when his heart moved and he looked up at Liang Kuan and said.
Liang Kuan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly stiffened, and the smile on his face was a bit unnatural.
"Where, where, I am respecting, respecting." Liang Kuan said quickly.
Nonsense, how can you not be afraid? Hong Tao of the Shahe Gang was beheaded in public at Caishikou three days ago. Liang Kuan was terrified every time he thought of that miserable appearance.
Wasn't it all the fault of the young man in front of me who looked harmless that the other party ended up in that fate?
From then on, Liang Kuan swore in his heart that he would not offend anyone from Jiang Li in the future, otherwise...
"Haha." Jiang Li chuckled, turned around and walked into Baozhilin.
"Huh..." When Jiang Li's figure disappeared from sight, Liang Kuan breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his chest. Only then did he realize that he had broken out in cold sweat at some point.
"Fortunately, the master is moving Bao Zhilin to Guangzhou. Otherwise, if we see each other every day in the future, I will be scared to death." Liang Kuan patted his chest and ran out of Bao Zhilin with a look of rejoicing.
Along the way, Jiang Li frowned. Not only did Bao Zhilin have fewer patients, he even had a few fewer disciples who practiced boxing on weekdays.
Could something have happened? It shouldn't be. The Shahe Gang has been designed by Jiang Li and disappeared in Foshan. The burning of Baozhilin did not happen. The government is no longer keeping a close eye on it. What else will happen?
If it's not a bad thing, then it's a good thing? Jiang Li thought to himself.
When Jiang Li walked to the backyard room, he found that Ye Wen was here, and there was a large table of wine and food on the table. Huang Feihong, Ye Wen, and Thirteenth Aunt were sitting around the table, looking downcast. That scene
, reminded Jiang Li instantly of the scene of life and death in the TV series.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Li took off the hat on his head, put it on the shelf at the door, walked to the table and sat down, and asked doubtfully.
"It's nothing, Feihong will move to Guangzhou tomorrow, so I'll make time to get together today," Ip Man said.
"You are also going to Guangzhou?" Jiang Li raised his head and said in surprise.
"Why, are you going to Guangzhou too?" Huang Feihong asked doubtfully. On the side, Ye Wen and Mo Shaojun also looked doubtful.
"Yes, there is a problem with the Sihai Chamber of Commerce's business in Guangzhou. I want to go and take a look for myself." Jiang Li nodded, explained the matter, and then asked doubtfully,
"By the way, okay, why are you moving? What will happen to Bao Zhilin if you move away?"
"Two days ago, I received an invitation from a medical exchange meeting in the provincial capital. I just took this opportunity to move Baozhilin there. As for Foshan, I will stay there. Akai and Shirong will look after me.
Small disasters are still no problem." Huang Feihong explained.
He has seen a lot now and wants to go out for a walk. In the whole of Guangdong, only the provincial capital is more prosperous than Foshan. Now that the matter of the militia has been resolved, he no longer has any burden on him. He just took this opportunity to bring Baozhi to the city.
Lin moved over.
"That's all right, I'll go with you tomorrow, and I won't be bored on the road alone." Jiang Li smiled softly and said loudly, stroking his hands.
"Forget it, I wish you all a safe journey, come on, let's go one by one." Ye Wen shook his head and smiled bitterly, he was the only one left now.
"Come." Huang Feihong and Jiang Li raised their glasses together.
This banquet went from noon to evening. Fortunately, the three of them restrained themselves and did not get drunk.
Huang Feihong wanted to pack his things, and Jiang Li also wanted to go back and pack, so he and Ip Man said goodbye and left.
"After all, Foshan is not as open as Guangzhou. Ah Wen, for the sake of my godson, you will have to move there in the future. It's better for this person to see more of the world." When they parted, Jiang Li patted Ye Wen on the shoulder and said sincerely.
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The next few years may be the last stable days of this generation. Once the Revolution of 1911 broke out, it was followed by forty years of chaos. It is always beneficial to go out and see more people.
Separating from Ye Wen, Jiang Li walked back to Jiang Mansion alone.
"Huh?" Just as he was not far away, Jiang Li suddenly felt a stirring in his heart, and the power of thought in his mind suddenly jumped. At the same time, a feeling of being spied on emerged in his heart.
A sneer rose from the corner of his mouth, and Jiang Li acted as if he hadn't heard it, with a calm expression.
After turning into an alley, Jiang Li walked for a while, suddenly stopped, slowly lowered his hands, and quietly raised his head.
"Come out." Looking at the dark and long silent alley, Jiang Li said slowly with a calm expression.
The sound was not loud, but it spread clearly in the alley.
"Huh..." Suddenly, ten figures suddenly jumped down on both sides of Jiang Li's body.
These ten people were dressed exactly the same, with a set of black tights covering their entire bodies, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes with murderous intent.
"Japanese ninjas?" Jiang Li looked at these ten people with interest. He had seen ninjas on TV before, but he didn't expect them to really exist?
"President Jiang, that's great. We meet again." Suddenly, a voice sounded in front of Jiang Li, and a familiar figure emerged from behind the five Japanese ninjas. It was Ichiro Miura.
"Hey, you are still alive?" Jiang Li looked at Miura Ichiro and said in surprise.
One afternoon should be enough for Yan Zhendong to take action.
"Humph, President Jiang, you should be worried about yourself now," Ichiro Miura snorted, not understanding what Jiang Li meant, and said coldly.
"Well, I don't know why you are still alive, but since you escaped by chance, you should know how to cherish it. It's a pity..." Jiang Li clicked his tongue, looked at Miura Ichiro with pity, and said regretfully.