America 1881: Legend of the West

The three hall masters were tied up and escorted into a two-story building in Chinatown not far from the Ningyang Guild Hall.

This is ZGT’s main hall in San Francisco.

Since the death of the old hall master, the place has lost control of the entire California ZGT. There are only a few old guys left to look after the hall, but they are basically in a state of retirement.

The three were taken to the second floor.

This is Xiangtang.

When entering the door, the bald Zong Wenkai glanced subconsciously.

Different from the usual deserted place, this place is now full of people.

In addition to those Chinese warriors wearing short black cloth coats and full of murderous intent, there were also some old ZGT people.

The three old men sat on the three chairs on the right, looking at him expressionlessly.

They were all veterans of the ZGT who once followed the old hall leader to conquer the world, but they were all half-buried in the soil and had no interest in the inner affairs of the hall.

I don’t know why they suddenly appeared here at the same time.

The incense hall is brightly lit.

The upper head is dedicated to the ancestor Hong Ying (Yin Hongsheng). In addition, there are also the shrines of the fifteen ancestors such as Zheng Chenggong, Chen Jinnan, and Shi Kefa.

Under the throne, a young man stood with his hands behind his back.

It is the new general director of the Chinese General Association, Chen Jianqiu.

This scene seems a bit familiar.

"Kneel down!" Li Sifu shouted to the three of them.

The bald man and the short man knelt down in front of the memorial tablet.

But Yan Qingshan refused to accept it.

Although his face was burned by lime and his clothes were soaked with blood from his own wounds, the old man still had a great temper:

"Why should I kneel down! I will do this for the rest of my life."

Before he could finish his words, Li Sifu kicked him from behind.

This kick has the power of Chen Jianqiu's fourth success. It is powerful and heavy, and it hits Yan Qingshan's back heart.

The old man moved forward and knocked his forehead firmly on the green brick in front of him with a "thud" sound.

The three hall masters, who were the majestic heads of the hall a few hours ago, are now lying on the ground without daring to raise their heads.

"Yesterday at the guild hall, I wanted to give you a few words, but you didn't give me a chance." Chen Jianqiu looked at the tablets. "Today, we are fighting each other in Chinatown, performing a full-scale martial arts show."

There was silence in the Xiang Hall, and only Chen Jianqiu could be heard talking.

"Logically speaking, I am not a member of the ZGT and can't interfere with your affairs."

"But my master is a member of the Heaven and Earth Society, and has long-term friendships with President Huang and the old hall master. Now that ZGT has been brought to such harm by you, I have no choice but to take care of it."

Chen Jianqiu turned around and looked at the three old men sitting there.

The one in the middle nodded.

"What crime have we committed?" The bald head didn't dare to raise his head, but he still refused to accept it.

"What is the purpose of founding HM?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Drive out the barbarians and restore China." Baldhead whispered.

"Then when you entered ZGT, what did the old hall master tell you?"

"Love the country, love the nation, and resist foreign aggression." Chaozi remembered it very clearly.

Chen Jianqiu changed his previous calmness and shouted sharply:

"Then what have you done?!"

He walked up to the dwarf:

"You are selling cigarettes, which weakens the health of our people! You lie to them that this is a wasteful thing, so that they can't extricate themselves. Do you feel comfortable earning this money?!"

He pointed at Yan Qingshan again:

"You sold young men as piglets at low prices to those mines and lumber mills. You didn't care about life or death or treatment. You actually helped to catch them after they ran away! What's more, you even forced young women into prostitution and took a cut of the profits to start a brothel business. , is there such a thing?"

Finally, he walked up to the bald head, bent down, and stared at the bald head:

"As for you, you specialize in suppressing your own people for foreigners in exchange for the support of those losers in the police station. If I remember correctly, my incompetent senior brother Li Shiri is your brother-in-law, right? Huh?"

The three people kneeling on the ground were sweating profusely.

This man seemed gentle and harmless yesterday, but why is he so coercive now?

How does he know so many things? He was as familiar with their crimes as if he had lived in Chinatown for more than ten years.

Chen Jianqiu straightened up and said loudly:

"Most of you came to this country earlier than me. I think you all know the attitude of the people here towards the Chinese."

"The environment we are facing can be said to be full of crises and difficult to move forward. If we want to survive, the only way to survive is through unity!"

Everyone in the Xiang Hall was in awe.

The young man stood with his hands behind his hands, his words sounded impassioned, but his face seemed as calm as water.

Chen Jianqiu turned around again and looked at the three people kneeling on the ground:

"But you people, you are staring at the small territory of Chinatown every day, fighting with each other, killing each other, and more for your own benefit, attacking your own people, doing evil things!"

"You deserve to die!"

Chen Jianqiu's words were harsh.

Cha Dongxiong, the short man, raised his head and tried to stand up as if he had been electrocuted.

But he was tied tightly, and when he struggled, he fell to the ground again.

"I can't see Taishan! I admit my mistake! Spare my life! I have 'three knives and six holes' (author's note: I stabbed myself three times and left six holes)! Me."

The dwarf struggled, squirming on the ground like a maggot, desperately begging for mercy.

Yan Qingshan next to him looked at him with disdain:

"If I lose, I lose. The worst case scenario is that I'll be stabbed in the neck and I'll get a big scar from the fall. I'll be a good man again twenty years later."

Chen Jianqiu ignored them and looked at the three sitting ZGT veterans.

He cupped his hands.

"Senior, according to the ZGT gang rules, what punishment should be given to those who harm their compatriots and deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors?"

The thin old man sitting in the middle slowly stood up.

Since just now, he has been curled up in his chair, as if falling asleep.

However, at this moment, he seemed to come to life, his eyes shining brightly, and he scanned the three people underground:

Four powerful words came out of his mouth:

"Ling Chi will be chopped alive!"

Yan Qingshan's face was ashen, and the dwarf was wailing. His bald head was lowered and he didn't say a word. He didn't know what he was thinking.

The three men were quickly dragged out.

The executioner from the ZGT main hall's own execution hall will handle this matter.

Chen Jianqiu didn't care whether it was thirty-two cuts or one hundred and eight cuts.

These three people should be grateful that it was not him who executed them.

With his sword skills, he can ensure that they will not die before the fixed number of cuts is reached.

"Chang Luo! Um, Director Chen"

The thin old man cupped his hands towards Chen Jianqiu.

"Call me Jianqiu." Chen Jianqiu waved his hand.

The old man glanced around at the two old guys beside him, and then said:

"Thank you for getting along with me and cleaning up the house for ZGT. It is really unfortunate that these three scum have appeared."

He paused and continued:

"Since the death of the old hall master, the main hall has fallen into decline. The three of us are also dying and unable to lead the overall situation."

"I have a heartless request, and I hope that Director Chen will agree to it for the sake of your master."

Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows: "Senior, it doesn't matter if you say so."

"The three of us have guaranteed General Manager Chen as the head of the ZGT main hall. We hope that General Manager Chen can lead the tens of thousands of people in ZGT and restore the glory of HM! I believe that this will make the old hall master's spirit in heaven happy."

Chen Jianqiu shook his head and said calmly: "I am not a member of HM, and I am young. I am afraid that this move will not convince the public."

When the thin old man saw this, he was a little anxious:

"Director Chen is decisive in killing and has extraordinary skills. He wiped out the three main halls in Chinatown with one strike. In terms of merit, ability and strength, who can disapprove?"

An old man next to him was more direct.

This man is the younger brother of the old hall master, and he is acquainted with Chen Jianqiu's master.

He stood up shakily, leaning on his crutches:

"Jianqiu! ZGT is the life-long effort of my brother and everyone here. Now only you can turn things around. If you don't agree, we old bones will probably die with our eyes open."

Now that he had said so, Chen Jianqiu felt that it would not be appropriate to refuse further.

"Well, I have a lot of things to do. I will take care of ZGT's affairs first. Forget about the hall master, let's appoint a 'red stick' (senior military personnel in charge of discipline)."

"When I find the right person, I will hand ZGT into his hands."

Seeing that Chen Jianqiu was determined not to accept the position of hall leader, the three old men had no choice but to agree with him.

However, the three old men felt that the "red stick" alone was not enough, and Chen Jianqiu had to get the "double-flowered red stick".

Chen Jianqiu cupped his fists and handed over his hands, leading everyone out of ZGT's main hall.

"Boss, why do you just want to be a 'Red Stick'? You might as well be an honorary hall master." Li Sifu asked puzzledly.

"How about you take the job?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Li Sifu.

"I can't handle it." Li Sifu chuckled, "Besides, I'm not one of them."

"You can train him, but I have more important things to give you." Chen Jianqiu said to the young man in a serious voice.

He turned his head and said to himself in a voice that Li Sifu couldn't hear:

"Besides, can anyone be the 'Double Flower Red Stick'?"