Chapter 257 Beat up!

When Pleasant went upstairs before, the bottom was full of hard-working hard-working hard-working vendors, and some passengers waiting for the ship to leave the port, but now, all those people have disappeared.

The shopkeeper stood behind his counter, pulling out his abacus one by one, but his expression was stiff and a little scared. Guys hide far away.

It's right in the center of the lobby. There are two tables of people drinking tea and banging on melon seeds and peanuts. It seems that they are still chatting in a low voice. From time to time, there are a soft smile or two. However, their eyes all fell on Plaint walking on the stairs.

There was a sense of teasing in those malicious eyes, like a group of wolves who saw their prey enter the ambush circle.

Ham behind Pleasant also noticed the abnormality here. He subconsciously reacted that he immediately turned around and walked upstairs, but before he took a few steps, he had to stop the momentum of rushing up.

At the end of the second floor of the stairs, a burly and ferocious man crossed his hands on his chest, blocking Ham's way with an evil smile.

"Please get out of the way, you're blocking my way." Ham couldn't help shouting, and his face began to soak in dense sweat.

"My young master invited you to chat. I didn't expect you two to run down in such a hurry. It's okay to run down, but how can you go back so ignorantly? This is too disrespectful for my young master, right?" The big man standing at the end of the second floor stammered in French. Hearing the two people at the table, one or two of them laughed.

"I don't quite understand what you're saying. I don't know your young master. We are British businessmen. We just come here to do some small business." Plaint subconsciously took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead and squeezed out a smile, but there was no way to hide the fear and panic in his eyes.

"Go down! It's better not to make our young master unhappy. The ferocious man's French was still stabbling, but the threat and fierceness in the tone were like a bright long knife against the necks of the two British.

"Okay, but I advise you not to be rude. It's your country's army outside. If something happens here, I'm afraid you won't be better." Plaintra stopped Ham, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and walked down the stairs.

"Please come here, sir. I'm very interested in communicating with you two." At this time, the young man sitting at one of the tables said, and his fluent English stunned Pleasant and Ham.

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Although Britain currently boasts of being the world's first maritime power, most of the use of English is British colonies. No one expected that there would be a young Oriental who is so familiar with English.

"Don't be surprised, our young master is proficient in the languages of several Western countries, even if it is described as a language genius." Monk Chen also expressed it in French, but his language talent is much better than that of the brother on the second floor, at least it looks very fluent, although a few words still make people feel very strange.

Plaine and Ham looked at each other and saw the uncertainty in each other's eyes. However, he still walked towards the table where someone had already given up his seat. At this time, they finally saw the leader of this group of people, one of whom was nagging about a cigar and looking up and down at their oriental young people with a smile.

Although he is sitting, it can still be seen that this oriental man is very tall and burly. Although he is not as strong as the mythical giant behind him, he seems to have a great attraction, which makes people have to pay attention to him.

"Sir, are you looking for us?" After Pleasant came closer, he nodded slightly to Liang Pengfei reservedly and continued to maintain the demeanor of a British gentleman.

"Please sit down, you two, haven't asked for your names yet?" Liang Pengfei pointed to the bench opposite him and motioned to the two Britons, and Liang Pengfei's men all looked good at the play.

"My name is Pleasant. This is my partner Ham. We are all legitimate businessmen of the British Empire. I don't know if this gentleman is looking for us. Is there any business to do?" Plaint and Ham didn't mean to sit down. They stared at Liang Pengfei, as if they wanted to see what Liang Pengfei wanted to do.

"Business?" Liang Pengfei spewed out a thick puff of smoke and looked at the two calm British men in front of him with great interest. Of course, what I want to ask is whether you two are interested in doing a very profitable and profitable business.

"Oh? Listen, if that business really makes money as you said, maybe we really have a chance to cooperate. When Plaint saw the Oriental man chatting with him slowly, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was a little too nervous. However, Plaint made up his mind to find a way to perfunctory the Oriental. As long as the Qing officials who had been bought by him arrived, at that time, he must humiliate the Oriental fiercely. If possible, it's better to put this damn guy in prison to suffer. Who scared him so much that he almost fled in confusion?

"Great, you must be willing to do the business I mentioned, and you are doing it now." Liang Pengfei looked at the Pleasant's flashing eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "It's opium smuggling."

As soon as the word opium came out, Pleasant and Naham couldn't help but change their colors. Plaintqiang looked at the plagiarism men around Liang Pengfei calmly and asked, "Who are you? We are legitimate British businessmen. We have legal business channels and channels, and we don't do anything to smuggle opium at all."

" By the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm sorry." Liang Peng leisurely spit out a thick smoke circle and slowly flew towards Pleasant and others in mid-air. My name is Liang Pengfei.

"Liang Pengfei?" Ham, who had never spoken, repeated these three words with a puzzled face. Why do I feel a little familiar? I should have heard the name somewhere.

"If you mention another identity of our adult, you may not be unfamiliar with Liang Pengfei, the general of Humen Town, Guangdong Marine Division." Ni Ming explained to Liang Pengfei with a smile.

"Guangdong Mariner? Liang Pengfei... My God, Our Lady of Mary!" Ham couldn't help screaming, and the sound of a seven-foot-tall man was like a female surname standing on the stage singing a treble.

"God, my God." Pleasant's eyes stared into polygons, the gray-green pupils shrank like needle eyes, and his cheeks were as pale as the belly of a dead fish floating on the water. Desperately, his hand subconsciously drew a cross on his chest.

I never thought that this terrible and cruel Qing general, who was cursed by the staff of the East India Company and opium merchants of the British Empire, would suddenly appear in Taiwan one day in front of him.

"Isn't his jurisdiction in Guangdong? How could he go to Taiwan? Is it that he has been tracking the whereabouts of us opium smugglers and getting stolen goods when we want to make a deal? Pleasant's extremely rich association demonized Liang Pengfei at a deeper level.

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"General Liang, this is Taiwan, not Guangdong. Since you are the commander-in-chief of the Guangdong Marine Division, you should not be able to control it here." Pleasant's eyes turned quickly, as if he wanted to see if there was a way to escape. Unfortunately, the eyes of more than a dozen plagiarists stared at himself and Ham. Pleasant believed that unless he was winged like Hermes, he could not escape from the almost blocked gate at all. Go out.

Liang Pengfei stood up, walked to Pleasant, and held the cigar in his mouth between the fingers of his left hand. The fan-sized palm in his right hand suddenly raised, and the Pleasant flew several steps diagonally and rolled directly to the ground. Pleasant held his face in his hands and made a terrible scream. Several small White dots and blood dripped from between his fingers.

The shopkeeper was so scared that he shouted strangely. He directly hugged his head and got under the counter and trembled. The guys who had been hiding to watch the bustle directly got into the backyard, for fear that the group of guys who knew at a glance that they were either bandits or thugs would find trouble for themselves and others.

Ham, standing behind Pleasant, looked at the wailing on the ground in disbelief. His legs shook into noodles, and his face was full of fear. Unexpectedly, the Qing general was so moody that he turned his face like this.

"Silly bird, you don't care where I'm the general. If you want to do it, you can do it. What can you do? Do you have the ability to sue me? "Damn it!" Liang Pengfei picked up a bench like a ruffian and rushed forward to beat him violently. Until the bench was cracked, and Plaint was beaten with blood on his face. He lay in the corner and couldn't move. Liang Pengfei spit angrily and said angrily.

"Don't hit me, I'll tell you everything, Mr. General, I'll tell you everything, please don't hurt me." Ham, the British smuggler who stared at Liang Pengfei beating his companions finally broke out at the last moment. He knelt on his knees directly and cried to Liang Pengfei with tears on his face, hoping to be forgive him.

"Very good, I thought you British smugglers were not interesting. Now there is finally a reasonable person who tells you everything you know. Shijie, write it down for me and ask him to sign and write it later. Liang Pengfei wiped the comfortable sweat on his forehead after exercise, talked about the cigar handed over by Monk Chen, and said happily.

(to be continued)