I paid 80,000 taels of "protection fee" in one go. How could I say that I wasn't touched at all?
Of course, Lei Hu would not be so naive, thinking that by paying the protection fee, he would be free from worries. Needless to say, how bad the conduct of our officials in the Qing Dynasty was. He would not place all his hopes on the admiral's credit.
Some cover-up methods that had been arranged long ago were still carried out in an orderly manner, and they did not stop implementation just because he and the admiral reached a tacit agreement.
The Miguo guy who was taken to the militia camp for a few days to practice hard, under the personal escort of three hundred militia officers, left Chancheng directly and rushed to the Annan area where the Black Flag Army settled.
At the same time, the industries belonging to the militia have been busy with business recently. More than a thousand young people of the militia have urgently assigned tasks and left Chancheng as soon as possible to busy themselves with business matters.
The militia suddenly lost most of its youth, and at least it will not come back in a short time. The admiral sent by the imperial court can deliver missions to the court. At least while he was in charge of Chancheng, the power of the militia was severely suppressed by him.
No matter what the situation is inside, on the surface it can be said that the explanation is past. There is no need to be too serious, right?
The admiral stopped worrying about it and spent the next few days enjoying life in Chancheng. Lei Hu only stayed with him for half a day before he couldn't stand it anymore and ran away.
"Master, it's a good thing that my apprentice has lived up to his command. The matter with the admiral has been completely resolved. From now on, he will not continue to hold on to the militia until he leaves!"
Back at Baozhilin, the master Huang Feihong happened to be there, so Lei Hu hurriedly told the good news.
"Really?"
Huang Feihong's face suddenly beamed with joy, and then he said suspiciously, "Ahu, persuasion is definitely not easy. You didn't have any conflict with the admiral or the others, did you?"
"How can that be possible!"
Lei Hu smiled and said, "A few guys in the Supervisory Standard Guards wanted to compete with me, but they saw the competition in the ring at the Pier Entertainment City. After hearing my reputation, one by one became the defeated rooster. Shit.
I don’t dare to put one more in there, it’s so funny when I think about it!”
"That's good, that's good..."
Huang Feihong nodded with satisfaction. He had a better understanding of Lei Hu's abilities. Even the arrogant admiral could persuade him to change his mind. He was indeed quite capable.
He would never have thought that Lei Hu's success was based on a protection fee of 80,000 taels. For Huang Feihong, who always acted aboveboard, he had never even thought about it, and Lei Hu had no intention of telling his master.
The truth is, that's not necessary.
The haze that had shrouded Baozhilin for several days suddenly dissipated, and everyone including Thirteenth Aunt and other disciples secretly breathed a sigh of relief, admiring Lei Hu's ability.
"Master, I'm afraid I have to leave Chancheng for a while in the near future, so as not to offend the admiral!"
When the expression on Huang Feihong's face completely softened, Lei Hu suddenly came up with the idea of temporarily avoiding the edge.
"Why, the admiral sent by the imperial court is so overbearing?"
His face darkened, Huang Feihong said dissatisfied: "Isn't it already handled properly?"
"Haha, master should know that those officials value face most!"
Lei Hu laughed bitterly, and quickly recounted all the recent actions of the vigilante group, and finally said helplessly: "The dignity of a dignified first-class official is worth the effort of the vigilante group in doing some cover-up actions!"
"That's it..."
Huang Feihong's expression relaxed and he frowned and asked, "Ahu, where do you plan to go for a while?"
"Annan!"
Lei Hu smiled slightly, with a rather strange look on his face.
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Boom boom boom...
In the small martial arts training ground in Bao Zhilin's backyard, Lei Hujing was naked and sweating profusely, and his wheat-colored skin shone with a bronze luster in the sun.
At this time, his firepower was fully activated, and he stepped down the mountain with Qilin steps. With each step, he punched loudly, and the air around him seemed to be boiling, whipping up strong winds that howled, causing the cheeks of the nearby Baozhilin disciples to hurt, almost
Difficulty opening eyes.
Terrifying punches!
With each punch, the force of the punch was astonishing, and a fierce and domineering aura arose spontaneously, as if it could smash everything in front of him.
Lin Shirong, who was standing far away at the foot of the eaves, was speechless and shouted "impossible".
"Pork Wing, what's so strange?"
Yaca Su next to him had already been so excited that he wished he could take his own life. Hearing Lin Shirong's shock, he raised his voice and asked in confusion.
"A'hu's strength has improved again. I'm afraid he has reached the late stage of Ming Jin. Even if he faces Yan Zhendong, he can't defeat him!"
Lin Shirong's small eyes were wide open, staring at the violent punches fired by Lei Hu, and he opened and closed his mouth in praise: "It's amazing, this guy's progress is so fast!"
"I don't think it's very good. The master is bombarding him all the time, but he can't hit it!"
Ling Yunkai was envious and jealous at the same time, and said unconvinced: "What's the use of having an amazing momentum? If you can't hit someone, it's all in vain?"
In the field, under the fierce and domineering Lei Hu and the continuous violent punches, Huang Feihong's figure was like a dancing crane, nimbly dodging in the strong wind of the punches, and it was difficult to move around in a small area.
Ruyi, unexpectedly, did not let Lei Hu, who made flying fist shadows, get in any way.
What made Lei Hu even more depressed was that every time he was about to hit his master Huang Feihong, he easily avoided it with his hand. The faint force coming from the master's hand almost didn't directly interrupt his continuous punches, but every time he could hit it.
At the critical juncture when the old strength has gone and the new strength has just emerged, using the minimum output to achieve the best effect, the use of strength and the precise grasp of the timing of the attack have reached a state of perfection.
Dark power!
Gritting his teeth secretly in his heart, he naturally knew what methods his master used. The ability of Peak An Jin was indeed extraordinary. Lei Hu was confident that his strength at this time had reached the late stage of Ming Jin, and he could not fall behind against Yan Zhendong, but under his master Huang Feihong
It's quite uncomfortable to have my hands and feet tied up in front of me.
Sure enough, there is another mountain higher than the other, and there is no end to martial arts learning!
Although he did not perform well in the sparring with his master, he had no intention of being discouraged at all. A set of Tiger Cannon Fist was in his hands, and the power was uninterrupted. The roar of the wind was like a tiger roaring in the forest, and the extraordinary power of the attack was even more fierce and terrifying.
, even if it is difficult to hit the master, it will not allow the master to defeat him easily.
Being a master of Ming Jin in the late stage is not a joke, especially if he is a master who has mastered the iron cloth shirt. His defense is amazing and his ability to withstand blows is very good. However, the master's An Jin failed to hit the vital point. He wanted to
It's not that easy to take him down.
The master and the apprentice fought faster and faster, and at the end, the two figures were almost seen colliding back and forth. Hundreds of moves passed in the blink of an eye, but the victory was not yet determined. Even if there was a reason why Huang Feihong did not use his full strength, Lei Hu's strength