Chapter 373 The three-edged bayonet with the edge and the black decent Zhongshan suit!
"But they are British, they are soldiers of the civilized world, and they should not be treated like this." A member of the British mission shouted discontentedly.
Liang Pengfei tilted his head and looked at the member of the British mission, the ambassador John. Baron Barrow.
His cold and dazzling eyes stared at the No. 2 figure in the mission. The powerful pressure made Baron John, the ambassador, who originally wanted to make a heroic posture, feel cold all over, as if the other party's eyes could freeze himself in the air.
"You, come here..." Liang Pengfei stretched out his right hand and hooked his finger at John, who dared to speak.
John subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but he thought of his identity and the dignity of the British Empire. He tried his best to straighten the soft spine.
"I don't want to repeat it for the third time. Now, you, come to me." Liang Pengfei's eyes narrowed dangerously, and his tone was so calm that it was scary.
This sentence made the ambassador's face sweat more and more, but the British's arrogantness and strength in the West for hundreds of years have been deeply engraved in the bones of the British nobleman, so he decided to use silence against the rude behavior of Liang Pengfei, the damn Oriental. "John, listen to the Führer's Court. Let's make an order." Macartney smelled danger from Liang Pengfei's body. In the past two months, he had already learned from those Westerners how dangerous Liang Pengfei was. He was vicious and cunning, he was greedy, and his strength was amazing. Even if the colonial forces of the whole West in the East are now gathered together, I'm afraid it is difficult to become his opponent.
Even if you really want to break a fish net, it is difficult, because Liang Pengfei has occupied the dangerous sea road to the Indian Ocean: Temasek, and a large number of local indigenous people have been requisitioned to build a fortress there with something called cement.
That is to say, if Westerners want to attack Liang Pengfei, a damn guy, they can only bypass Sumatra Island and go thousands of miles by sea, and the favorite typhoons in the Indian Ocean are to frequent the coasts around Sumatra.
If you fight a large number of casualties to attack Temasek and want to use warships to deal with the fortress, this loss is simply that the strength of the Western colonists in the East cannot afford.
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Therefore, it's better not to provoke this cruel and cunning Oriental. It's what Macartney wants to tell his right-hand man. However, Macartney's words played the opposite role, and Baron John raised his head proudly. Ambassador, do you just look at your compatriots and bow to this Oriental who abuses our British emperor? Sorry, I can't do it."
"What, you said you couldn't do it?" Liang Pengfei suddenly laughed. The snow-white teeth were dazzling in the sun, but the shining light gave people a kind of piercing coldness, as if a hungry beast exposed the ferocious fangs.
"Well, since you can't move your steps, I will ask someone to help you come to me, monk, but help this poor British nobleman." Liang Peng tilted his head. The burly mountain behind him could stand up almost all the words used in the world to describe strength and plagiarism.
Monk Chen stroked his shiny forehead and laughed: "I'm very happy to help you, young master." The simple smile, coupled with the scar from the forehead to the corner of the eyebrows, looked extremely ferocious. Monk Chen took a much farther step than ordinary people and moved his body like an iron tower to stand in front of the member of the British mission.
Seeing the person standing in front of him, he needed to look up to see more sweat on the face of the Chinese face of Baron John. He looked at his companions around him with helpful eyes, but only saw that those compatriots who were also civilized people turned their faces sideways, and even quietly moved their steps as far away from him as possible. Some.
Panic surged up his throat, making his voice out of tune and shrill: "What do you want to do? I am a member of the Envoy of the British Empire, I am an alternate member of the House of Lords of the British Empire, and I am a nobleman..."
Pa... Monk Chen raised his hand, and the fan-like slap fell from the sky and slanted down. The noble British nobleman, the alternate member of the House of Lords, flew out directly, and even bumped into several members of the British mission standing next to him.
Those officials and officers of the Western colonies are now in front of Monk Chen, like a group of timid lambs shivering in the circle in the face of evil wolves. Their speakable mouths can't make a complete syllable except shivering in front of Monk Chen.
Although some colonial officers want to work hard to show their nobility and bravery, there is no weapon, and the terrible power that the Chinese giant like the tower just showed, really make them not have the confidence to bear the torture and humiliation of failure. Macartney couldn't bear it. He closed his eyes, but he did not have the courage to stop this scene, because he had to live. Macartney did not think he was a coward. At least, he found a reason for himself. He had to return to England. He wanted to tell His Majesty the news of another terrible powerful figure in the East. And the parliament, warning them to be careful and vigilant against this oriental giant, which still continues to be strong with terrible strength.
Baron John, who was lying on the ground, felt that his face was like a meteor that was the favorite of medieval barbarians. Half of his face had lost consciousness. He opened his mouth and flowed thick blood from his mouth and a few fresh teeth with broken stubble.
Monk Chen walked to him again. At this time, the Westerners directly moved their footsteps as fast as possible, leaving a gap of nearly three meters around the fallen Baron John.
Monk Chen politely smiled at the sensible Westerner, but he failed to get a response from the other party, in exchange for the pair of frightened eyes of these guys and the faster pace of leaving.
Viscount Edmund, a member of the supervision committee of the British East India Company, clenched his fist tightly, pale and gray. His lips were shivering, but he could not make a righteous condemnation.
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Gronin, the governor of the Netherlands, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and he could see that the British were so miserable. To be honest, he was so happy that he wanted to sing. Over the years, he has suffered too much resentment and resentment under the arrogant artillery and warships of the British.
There are many people with the same thoughts as him, such as Governor Marcelo, the special envoy Villa, and colonial officials from Switzerland and other countries.
Seeing Baron John, who fell to the ground, his eyes were helpless, and half of his face was as fat as magic, he felt that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. God, open your eyes to see what kind of suffering your people are suffering. Please use your divine punishment to teach these savage oriental demons!" Viscount Edmund decided to give the right to act to God. At least, he didn't think he had the ability to challenge the Chinese, who was as strong and fierce as the giant in ancient mythology.
Monk Chen stretched out his big hand and pinched the ankle of Baron John, who was moaning on the ground. He turned around like a dead dog, dragged him to Liang Pengfei, and then respectfully saluted Liang Pengfei: "Young master, he has been brought."
"Well done, but you should be gentle, at least don't hit his face like this. After all, we are a Chinese nation with thousands of years of civilization. Please be polite." Liang Pengfei glanced at the unlucky Baron John with an expression of looking at the garbage, and then seriously taught Monk Chen a lesson, but with his satisfied smile, everyone thought that he was praising the strong oriental giant for doing a good job.
"Good young master, next time I will beat him in the stomach or break his hand, which should keep his face complete and elegant Western aristocratic demeanor." Although Monk Chen's head is usually full of violence and muscles, he still has a tacit understanding with Liang Pengfei, a young master who is full of bad stomach and extremely harsh.
At least, after hearing this sentence, Liang Pengfei laughed and patted the monk Chen on the shoulder to encourage him. The white scholar behind him laughed and fell down, and Sun Shijie and others could only look helpless.
The expressions on the faces of all Western visitors were wonderful, and Macartney, who was standing next to Liang Pengfei, directly closed his eyes and cursed the two oriental demons with sharp horns on their heads.
After laughing, Liang Pengfei turned around and pulled out a three-edging bayonet overflowing with cold air from the waist of a soldier beside him. The other hand elegantly straightened the beautiful black bow tie on his neck, and the smile on his face looked so approachable. Dear Macartney, how will your king deal with those reptiles who dare to challenge his authority?
Looking at this gentleman in a decent black Zhongshan suit, with a beautiful black bow tie on his neckline, showing a luxurious and elegant temperament all over his body. Liang Pengfei showed affinity between his eyebrows, but under the background of the three-edged bayonet that he played in his hand, it made people feel extremely strange. The sky The sun on it didn't seem to be able to stand the gloomy cold on his body and hid in the clouds...
(to be continued)