Chapter 20

I'm sorry, it's even later.

Huang Feihong was furious!

He never expected that things would go so poorly today.

As predicted by his young disciple Lin Sha, they had gone through great lengths to meet the British fleet commander through their connections at the government office. Under the mediation of the newly appointed Foshan General, they reached an understanding regarding the incident where British soldiers shot and injured a fish vendor.

According to the plan, he should have been satisfied with the outcome. It was already quite difficult for the British to not pursue the fish vendor's negligence.

However, for some reason, perhaps because the previous mediation went surprisingly smoothly, Huang Feihong had an additional thought and proposed that the British apologize and compensate the injured fish vendor.

As a result, the British commander, who had been polite and gentle just a moment ago, immediately changed his expression. Without needing to lose his temper, the newly appointed Foshan General, who was involved in the mediation, stepped in rudely.

"Huang Feihong, which government office sent you?"

"You are just a commoner, what qualifications do you have to discuss the court's decisions?"

"The court is now actively engaging in foreign affairs. It's better to be patient and maintain peace with the foreigners!"

The newly appointed General had a malevolent look on his face, and his tone carried a clear warning.

Huang Feihong was angry and spoke without much courtesy: "Sir, the foreigners are running rampant in our Great Qing. Can we not even speak the truth?"

The newly appointed Foshan General was even more unfriendly, his face dark as he threatened: "Huang Feihong, I know you have a close relationship with Liu Yongfu of the Black Flag Army!"

"That man in Annam does not follow the court's orders and has long been a source of dissatisfaction among the court officials. The court sent me to Foshan to monitor unstable elements like you!"

Huang Feihong was both shocked and angry. He caught a glimpse of the British commander's amused smile, feeling a burning shame on his face, having lost face in front of the foreigners.

At this moment, a soldier from the newly appointed Foshan General's entourage rushed in and whispered something in his ear, causing the General's expression to change dramatically.

"Huang Feihong, you, you are really something!"

The newly appointed General's eyes glared like a venomous snake, and his words left Huang Feihong utterly confused.

At the same time, the British commander also received a report from his subordinates, and his face turned extremely ugly. He was full of anger and demanded an explanation from the newly appointed Foshan General in a foreign language.

Huang Feihong then realized that his civilian militia brothers were fighting with a gang's thugs at a nearby dock market. Not only did this disturb the guards in the foreigners' residential area, but it also made the newly appointed Foshan General suffer the foreigners' anger.

He was furious, and after a brief exchange with the newly appointed Foshan General, who had a grim expression, he rushed over with his disciples Ling Yunkai and Yap Chasoo. They arrived just in time to see the young disciple Lin Sha displaying his prowess, and the civilian militia brothers forming a battle formation, sweeping away the gang's thugs like autumn leaves.

Seeing the newly appointed Foshan General following with a dark face and the foreigners leading their guards in a menacing manner, he felt a chill down his spine, knowing that things were going to be bad.

"Stop!"

With a burning anger, he roared like a thunderbolt, and with a powerful push, he shot forward like an arrow. He knew he had to stop the street fight before the newly appointed Foshan General and the foreigners spoke, or things would only get worse.

...

Why does this voice sound so familiar?

Just as this thought flashed through Lin Sha's mind, he felt a strong wind pass by his side. Without thinking, he twisted his waist and swung his arm, delivering a powerful cannon punch.

Bang!

The familiar figure that passed by him suddenly stopped and punched back, intercepting Lin Sha's cannon punch mid-air. The two punches collided with a dull explosion.

"Master?"

Lin Sha exclaimed in surprise, finally recognizing the face. It could only be his master, Huang Feihong.

"Asha, stop immediately, don't move recklessly!"

Huang Feihong shouted, gently pulling back the hand that intercepted Lin Sha's punch and quickly advancing.

"Internal strength, at least mid-level internal strength!"

Lin Sha was shocked, feeling his arm go numb and his body unable to move.

This is how martial arts masters fight, a contest of internal strength where the loser has only one path to death!

"Stop, stop, stop immediately!"

Huang Feihong had already rushed into the midst of the melee, his hands moving like butterflies, and wherever he went, the fighting stopped, and weapons fell to the ground with a series of thuds.

"Master, why are you here?"

This was the voice of his senior brother, Porky Rong. His voice was still loud and clear, showing that he hadn't suffered much in the melee.

"If I hadn't come, wouldn't you have caused chaos?"

Huang Feihong roared in anger, followed by a series of thuds as weapons fell to the ground.

It was the first time Lin Sha had heard his master roar in anger, and he immediately felt a chill, knowing that something serious had happened. As soon as his body regained movement, he called out to the young civilian militia members around him: "Don't go over, quickly drop your weapons!"

Unfortunately, it was already too late...

Just as Lin Sha heard a chaotic sound of footsteps from the dock, a voice from the melee shouted: "The soldiers are here, brothers, run!"

Lin Sha's heart skipped a beat, and he took a few quick steps to the young civilian militia members who looked bewildered. His movements were like a dancing crane, striking out continuously. The young civilian militia members, caught off guard, felt pain in their hands and dropped their sticks and other 'weapons' with a series of thuds.

"No one is allowed to leave, no one!"

The melee had already stopped, and Huang Feihong's stern voice echoed from a distance.

Bang, bang, bang...

At this moment, a series of dense gunfire rang out, accompanied by the pungent smell of gunpowder, and the entire street fell silent. Then, an angry roar echoed: "Everyone, stay where you are, no one is allowed to leave!"

Lin Sha quickly turned around and saw a group of Qing soldiers with muskets advancing menacingly, dividing into two groups to block the exits at both ends of the street. They then slowly advanced, capturing all the participants in the melee.

"General, this is a misunderstanding!"

Huang Feihong quickly approached a red-topped military officer and bowed, smiling apologetically.

"Hmph, whether it's a misunderstanding will be determined after the investigation!"

The military officer, surrounded and protected by Qing soldiers, looked disdainful, his sharp gaze scanning the two groups of people who had been caught. Following a tip from his confidant, he pointed at the civilian militia members and roared: "Huang Feihong, these are the Foshan civilian militia, fighting on the street and breaking the law, truly excellent!"

"General..."

Huang Feihong's face changed, and he wanted to explain.

"No need to say more!"

The newly appointed Foshan General waved his hand, his face stern and severe: "As the head coach of the civilian militia, you bear inescapable responsibility. Huang Feihong, I now give you two choices..."