America 1881: Legend of the West

Kameda Masao issued the summons order.

But this is not an easy instruction for the people of Xuanyang Society to execute.

In other words, the "Four Kings of Eating, Drinking, Prostitution, and Gambling" rarely appear at the same time.

The easiest person to find and communicate with among them was currently lying in the shrine with his face covered with a white cloth.

"Picking flowers and enduring" Sato Kojiro often only appears at night, either on missions or sleeping with women. He often doesn't know where to hide during the day;

"Drunkard Gun King" Yoshioka Kunihiko is slightly easier to find than the above one.

As long as the rogues from Xuanyang Society are activated, they will definitely be found under the bridge or in the sugar cane fields. However, whether they can be awakened depends on luck, or they can be awakened directly by knocking two pieces of gold.

The best person to look for is Haruma Yamamoto, the "Gambler's Boxer". He must be in the casino, but if you gamble for fun, it will be difficult to get away with it.

Even if Kameda Masao personally gave the order, it would still take a long time.

Someone came up with an idea to play a trickster to win all his money, and then Harumajiu Yamamoto had to go back to Genyo Club obediently.

This idea has only been used once, because Izuku's two arms were directly broken by Yamamoto on the spot, and now he can't even lift chopsticks.

But this time it was very surprising.

The first one to appear at the shrine was Haruma Yamamoto.

After learning that Yamada Sho had been killed, the gambler was shocked and unexpectedly rushed out of the casino and ran straight to the foot of the mountain.

When he passed through the torii (the gate at the entrance of a Shinto shrine, with two pillars and two beams, a bit like a gatehouse) and rushed to the shrine, Priest Sato was performing rituals for Yamada Sho.

The priest waved a white flag around the corpse and muttered words, but his eyes glanced at Haruma Yamamoto from time to time.

Yamamoto Haruma's face was ashen and he seemed very sad.

The priest was a little emotional.

He thought that this old gambler didn't care about anyone except the sieve in the casino, but he didn't expect that he could be so tough and tender at times.

Sato slowly walked up to Haruma Yamamoto and patted his thick shoulder:

"Mr. Yamamoto, this man has passed away and has become a heroic soul. Please express your condolences."

Yamamoto Haruma clenched his fists and said with a sad face:

"No, he is the only person willing to lend me money. If he dies, what will I do in the future?"

Sato closed his eyes and continued walking around Yamada Sho's body.

When it was almost noon, Yamamoto Haruma was told to go to the guild hall to see Kameda Masao.

He took off his shoes and walked into the main hall, and found Kunihiko Yoshioka kneeling there sluggishly, looking confused and sleepy.

There was a strong smell of alcohol within one and a half meters around this person, which made people feel sick.

Yamamoto Haruma sat down about two meters away from him with a bit of disgust.

He crossed his arms on his chest, looking arrogant.

In this way, there is an empty space between the two people.

As expected, Sato Kojiro did not appear.

After a while, Kameda Masao’s bald head appeared behind the screen.

He silently came to Haruma Yamamoto and Kunihiko Yoshioka and sat down.

"Report to the president, we still haven't found Sato Kojiro!" Ronin standing at the door reported loudly.

"He will come by himself in the evening." Masao Kameda waved his hand, "You go out first and close the door."

He adjusted his sitting posture, and then gently tapped the table three times with his middle finger.

Kunihiko Yoshioka raised his head, smoothed the bangs in front of his forehead, and revealed his black eye patch:

"Please speak, I'm listening," he said.

"Have you seen Yamada Sho's body and his wounds?" Masao Kameda asked, "What are your thoughts?"

"This man is a master." Haruma Yamamoto said.

Kameda Masao said nothing.

This is nonsense.

Yamada Sho himself is a master of swordsmanship. If he can kill him openly, what is he other than a master?

"His gun is also good." The one-eyed dragon on the side added, "The shot that hit Yamada Xiang's disciple's leg was deliberately left behind, otherwise the boy would have died long ago."

"You said he deliberately led Yamada to challenge and injured his apprentice?" Haruma Yamamoto turned to look at the gunman.

Kunihiko Yoshioka stroked his forehead:

"Maybe I'm just not sure about the reaction of the Hawaii police, so I'm just testing it out."

"When did such a master appear among the Chinese?" Yamamoto Haruma searched in his mind for the local Chinese practitioners who had fought against him, but none of them seemed to have such ability.

"Don't dwell on this matter anymore." Kameda Masao's hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

His expression was as cold as iron.

"Yamamoto, your mission is to lead Yamada Sho's apprentice and the 200 people from his dojo to attack Chinatown tomorrow. Yoshioka, you lead the 100-man spear team to hold the battle."

Kameda Masao ordered.

He pointed his index finger at Kunihiko Yoshioka:

"However, your main task is to find the Chinese who killed Yamada Xiang, and then kill him, using various methods."

Kunihiko Yoshioka seemed to have sobered up from his drink. He had sat up straight, lowered his head and said, "Hi!"

That night, the best restaurant in Chinatown, "Hong Fu Lou", was brightly lit as if it was a festival. The Honolulu Chinese Association had reserved the venue, and their director hosted a banquet here to entertain Chen Jianqiu and the others.

This is a Cantonese restaurant, and the tables upstairs and downstairs are full of people.

The waiter shuttled back and forth between the tables carrying a variety of Cantonese dishes.

People at the wine table changed glasses and called each other brothers and sisters. The restaurant was filled with people and it was very lively.

The general director of the Chung Hwa Association, whose surname is Chen, is Chen Dewang, an old plantation owner in his sixties.

He was one of the first Chinese to come to Hawaii. Through his own hard work, he owned two sugar cane plantations and made a fortune by taking advantage of the opportunity before the US tariffs increased more than ten years ago.

At this moment he stood up with a wine cup in hand:

"Since ancient times, heroes have always been good at both civil and military skills. This person of mine is not only a good hand in business, but also has amazing martial arts skills. When he first arrived, he killed the Japanese master on the street. It was really proud and proud!"

"Why don't we all come together to toast Jianqiu, eh? Hahahahaha."

Chen Dewang's face was filled with joy.

The man next to me, Mr. Chen, who is more than thirty years younger than me, is said to be not only a well-known rich man in the United States, but also a Chinese leader on the West Coast at a young age, and he is also so good at fighting.

The most important thing is that he has the same surname as Chen, so maybe he can still be related to him.

Of course Chen Jianqiu understood what he was thinking.

He didn't mind if General Director Chen looked up the genealogy, but he was afraid that he would not recognize it after he found it.

Everyone else at the table stood up with glasses of wine in their hands.

Most of these people are also outstanding Chinese in Honolulu, including business people, local reporters, and even lawyers.

Chen Jianqiu, who was sitting on the right hand side of Chen Dewang, was forced to do business. He stood up and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Everyone, the situation we are currently facing is still very serious. I hope everyone can unite sincerely and be ready to fight." Chen Jianqiu said.

He didn't want to spoil everyone's interest during this enjoyable time.

But as Li Sifu said, those people from the Xuanyang Society will definitely not give up. The white people in Honolulu and the local aborigines have not made their attitude clear yet.

Which of these people doesn't want the Chinese to get out of here?

Everyone at the wine table looked at each other in confusion. The displeasure on Chen Dewang's face flashed across his face, but he soon reconciled with a smile on his face:

"Jianqiu, today is a day for you to pick up the wind and wash away the dust. Everyone is happy. Don't talk about this. Don't talk about this. Let's continue drinking, drinking."

The atmosphere returned to normal again and everyone began to toast each other.

Chen Jianqiu waved to Li Sifu, who was sitting at the table opposite.

Li Sifu immediately put down his wine glass and trotted to Chen Jianqiu's side.

"Let everyone control their drinking, especially the team leader. Anyone who drinks too much will be fired immediately!" Chen Jianqiu whispered in a low voice.

Li Sifu nodded and went down to deliver the order.

After three drinks, the atmosphere in the restaurant became more and more lively.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, people on both sides became familiar with each other and even started singing and dancing.

Xu Ajiu is crazy alone.

He didn't drink too much, but the smell of alcohol was on his face, and his whole face felt like chicken blood.

Encouraged by the people at the same table, he took out the suona stuck on the back of his waist:

"How about I play a bit for everyone?"

The people below started to boo, and some started to applaud in advance.

Xu Ajiu put a mouthpiece on her suona, took a deep breath, and her cheeks puffed up like a balloon.

A suona sounded out, suppressing all the noise in the scene.

Everyone in the restaurant had excited smiles on their faces to be able to hear the original musical instruments from their hometown in this foreign country.

Just as Xu Ajiu was playing deeply, several people suddenly rushed in from outside the door:

They ran up to the second floor in panic and shouted loudly at Mr. Chen’s desk:

"It's bad! Master Chen! The warehouse on South Street is on fire!"