Chapter 373: Zhongshan suit!

"But they are British, they are soldiers of the civilized world, and should not be treated like this." A member of the British envoy shouted in dissatisfaction.

Liang Pengfei tilted his head and looked at the member of the British envoy, Baron John Barrow, the ambassador.

His cold and dazzling eyes stared at the No. 2 person in the envoy. The powerful pressure made the ambassador John, who originally wanted to act bravely, feel cold all over, as if the other party's eyes could freeze himself under the scorching sun.

"You, come here..." Liang Pengfei stretched out his right hand and hooked his finger at the John who dared to speak.

John subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but he thought of his identity and the dignity that he represented the British Empire, and he tried hard to straighten his soft backbone.

"I don't want to repeat the third time. Now, you, come to me." Liang Pengfei's eyes narrowed dangerously, his tone was so calm that it was terrifying.

This sentence made the face of the ambassador General Manager sweat more and more. However, the arrogance and strength of the British in the West for hundreds of years have been deeply engraved into the bones of this British nobleman. Therefore, he decided to use silence to fight against the rude behavior of Liang Pengfei, a damn Eastern man.

"John, follow the instructions of the Head of State." Macartney smelled a dangerous aura from Liang Pengfei. In the past two months, he had already learned from the Westerners how dangerous Liang Pengfei was. He was sinister and cunning, he was greedy, and his strength was astonishing. Even if the entire Western colonial forces in the East are gathered together, it is unlikely to become his opponent.

Even if you really want to fight to the death, it will be difficult, because Liang Pengfei has occupied the dangerous sea route to the Indian Ocean: Temasek, and has requisitioned a large number of local natives to build fortresses there with the kind of thing called cement.

In other words, if Westerners want to attack Liang Pengfei, the damn guy, can only circumnavigate Sumatra Island and go thousands of miles of sea routes. Moreover, the Indian Ocean typhoons like to do the most is to frequently visit the coastal areas of Sumatra Island.

If we try to attack Temasek with a large number of casualties and want to use warships to deal with the fortress, this kind of loss is simply that Western colonists cannot afford to lose their strength in the East.

Therefore, it is best not to anger this cruel and cunning Oriental, which is what Macartney wants to tell his right-hand man the most. However, Macartney's words played the opposite role. Baron John raised his head proudly. "Amistant, are you looking at your compatriots and bowing to this Oriental who abused our British Empire soldiers? Sorry, I can't do it."

"What, you said you can't do it." Liang Pengfei suddenly laughed. His snow-white teeth looked particularly dazzling under the sun, but the shining light gave people a biting coldness, as if a hungry beast showed its hideous fangs.

"Okay, since you can't move your steps, I will ask someone to help you in front of me, the monk, but help this poor British nobleman." Liang Pengfei tilted his head. The burly mountain behind him could almost bring out all the words in the world that used to describe strength and toughness.

Monk Chen stroked his shiny forehead and smiled: "I am very happy to serve you, Master." His honest smile, coupled with the scar from his forehead to the corner of his eyebrows, seemed extremely ferocious. Monk Chen took a step farther than ordinary people, and moved his body like an iron tower to stand in front of the member of the British envoy.

Seeing Baron John, who had to look up in front of him, had to see the Chinese face, sweat flowed more. He saw his companions around him with rescue gaze, but only saw those compatriots who were also civilized people actually turned their faces and even quietly moved their steps as far as possible from him.

The panic surged into his throat, making his voice distorted and slight: "What do you want to do? I am a member of the British Empire's envoy, I am an alternate member of the House of Lords of the British Empire, and I am a noble..."

Pa... Monk Chen raised his hand, and the palm-like slap fell from the sky and swept down obliquely. The noble British nobleman, the alternate member of the House of Lords, flew out directly, and even collided with several members of the British envoy standing next to him.

The officials and officers of the Western colonies are now in front of Monk Chen, like a group of timid little lambs huddled in the circle facing the evil wolf. Their verbal mouths that are trembling in front of Monk Chen can no longer emit a syllable in the full sense except for trembling.

Although some colonial officers wanted to try their best to show their nobility and courage, they had no weapons, and the terrifying and terrifying power that the Chinese giant like an iron tower had just shown, really made them have no confidence to endure the torture and humiliation of failure.

Macartney closed his eyes unbearably, but he did not have the courage to stop this scene, because he had to survive. Macartney did not think that he was a coward. At least, he found a reason for himself that he had to return to Britain. He wanted to tell His Majesty the King and the Parliament that another terrible power appeared in the East, warning them to be careful and alert to this Eastern giant who had terrible strength and was still strong.

Baron John, who was lying on the ground, felt that his face was like a meteor bell that the most popular one of the savages in the Middle Ages. Half of his face had lost consciousness. He opened his mouth, and blood flowed out of his mouth and several freshly broken teeth.

Monk Chen walked towards him again. At this time, the Westerners moved their steps as quickly as possible, freeing up a gap of nearly three meters around the fallen Baron John.

Monk Chen politely showed a honest smile to the sensible Westerner, but he failed to get the other party's response, which was exchanged for the terrifying eyes of these guys and the pace of leaving faster.

Viscount Edmond, a member of the Supervision Committee of the East India Company, clenched his fists tightly, his face pale and dead. His lips were trembling, but he could not make a righteous condemnation.

The corners of the Dutch Groning's mouth were slightly raised. He could see the British man so miserable. To be honest, he was so happy that he wanted to sing. Over the years, he had suffered too much unwillingness and grievances under the arrogant artillery and warships of the British.

There are quite a few people with the same mind as him, such as Governor Marcelo, the special envoy Villa, and colonial officials from countries such as Switzerland.

Seeing Baron John lying on the ground, his eyes were dull, 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 and see what kind of suffering your people are suffering. Please use your divine punishment to teach these barbaric Eastern demons!" Viscount Edmond decided to hand over the right to act to God. At least, he did not think that he had the ability to challenge the Chinese as strong and fierce as the giant in ancient mythology.

Monk Chen stretched out his big hand, pinched the condyle of Baron John, who was moaning on the ground, and turned around, dragging him to Liang Pengfei like a dead dog, and then bowed respectfully to Liang Pengfei: "Young Master, the person has been brought here."

"You should do a good job, but you should be gentler, at least don't beat him 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 a look of the garbage, and then taught Monk Chen a serious lesson. However, his satisfied smile no one thought he was praising this powerful oriental giant for doing a good job.

"Okay young master, next time I will beat him up or break his hand, so that his face should be kept in a complete and elegant Western aristocratic style." Although Monk Chen's head was usually filled with violence and muscles, he still seemed very tacit in cooperation with Liang Pengfei, the young master who was full of bad water and extremely sarcastic and mean.

At least, after hearing this, Liang Pengfei laughed and patted the monk Chen on the shoulder with encouragement. Bai Shusheng behind him laughed so hard that he could not helplessly.

The expressions on the faces of all the Western visitors looked extremely wonderful, and Macartney, who was standing next to Liang Pengfei, closed his eyes and cursed the two Eastern demons with sharp horns on their heads in his heart.

After laughing, Liang Pengfei turned around and pulled out a triangular bayonet from the waist of a soldier beside him, and his other hand gracefully adjusted the beautiful black bow tie on his neck, and the smile on his face seemed so friendly. "Dear Macartney, how will your king deal with those reptiles who dare to challenge his authority?"
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