I thought that the adjournment would take at least an hour, or even a few days, but this time it was very smooth. The people who were watching had not had time to disperse, but they had just packed up their things, and as they were getting up and talking, someone had already come to announce that the three judges had reached a consensus and made a final unanimous verdict.

As soon as the results were announced, Zhang Yuanji's guess was not made and the lawsuit was lost.

As soon as the result of this defeat was announced, the white people below shouted and applauded. Some people also deliberately raised their heads, and glanced at the yellow people sitting there out of the corner of their eyes, and saw that the group of yellow people looked stunned and unbelievable, and their hearts were even more proud, and their heads were raised higher, with the arrogant posture of a victor.

Hearing the news of losing the lawsuit, the Han people present were stunned: Why, did they lose the lawsuit?

It's been two years, it's been two years, at the beginning, no one thought that this lawsuit would be two years, but there is a heavenly son who has descended to the dignity and personally served as this lawyer, and in the court, he said such a quote from the scriptures, reasonable, and the argument, even the old priest on the island, was very admired, I thought that today would be a day of raising eyebrows, but I didn't expect it, actually, I actually lost the lawsuit!

The Han people who were originally seated, the surprise in their hearts gradually turned into sadness, and the sadness only stopped for a moment on their faces, and then it became anger, and the anger accumulated more and more, and finally burst out like a volcanic eruption.

First, the boos were everywhere, getting louder and louder, followed by countless people with their feet on the ground, palms hitting the chair, and shouting and cursing in their mouths:

"Is there any reason for this?"

"These foreigners, they're all fucking bastards!"

Some people picked up rocks and dirt on the ground and threw them at the three judges. For a while, there was a lot of noise in the courtroom. When the arrogant white man saw such a scene, his face turned pale one by one, and he said again and again: "Mob! Mobocracy! These inferior mobs! Is it impossible to rebel? ”

Zhang Yuanji was mixed in with the Han people, as if he was in the middle of a storm, and seeing that everyone was furious, he was a little worried in his heart, and shouted to Chen Ping: "Siming, how is this good?" Chen Ping turned his head and smiled at Zhang Yuanji, leaned over, and said in his ear: "Zhang Gong doesn't have to worry about ......" Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhu Fangsheng stand up, raise his right hand, and signal everyone to be quiet.

Although he lost the lawsuit, Zhu Fangsheng obviously did not weaken his prestige in the hearts of the Han people, and when he saw his gesture, everyone quickly quieted down one by one, but no one sat down, they all stood up, and it was up to Zhu Fangsheng to deal with it.

Zhu Fangsheng slowly walked out of his seat, walked to the middle of the courtroom, still according to the rules of the court, greeted the judges and the jury, when he turned around and greeted the audience below, Zhang Yuanji clearly saw the sadness in his eyes that could not be hidden. At this time, Zhu Fangsheng's deep voice slowly sounded:

"We are not Indians, and we will allow you to take the land by law; Nor are we blacks, and we will be free to give you mercy until you need it; We are the descendants of Yan and Huang, the descendants of a nation that created and continued a long-standing civilization for 2,000 years, we have experienced tyranny, experienced countless tyranny, but every time, we will use blood and fire to prove that we never lack the courage and indomitability to resist tyranny.

Fifty years ago, the verdict of Chief Justice Logan Tenney of the Supreme Court of America allowed the United States to correct its wrongs in a four-year war and 600,000 people shedding bloodshed. History repeats itself. Today, your judgment has sown the seeds of despair; Today, your judgment has planted the sapling of hatred; Today, your judgment has lowered an iron curtain that is between the colors of your skins. Today, your judgment will be on a historical par with that of Logan Tenney, for thousands of descendants of the Yellow Flame on this island of Hawaii are determined to use blood and fire to atone for the sins you have committed today.

We don't want to shed blood, because it will be the loss of life, but today's choice has made the hope of our Han people in the past two years come to naught, the decades of hard work of our Han people have turned into dust, and the dream of our Han people to pursue happiness in another land has become a utopia. Today, your judgment declares to us that you have chosen separation, blood and fire. Now that you have made your choice, we, the descendants of Yan and Huang, have never been afraid to accept it!

Since bloodshed is inevitable, let it be shed from today; Bleeding will start with me! ”

After Zhu Fangsheng finished speaking, his right hand was like magic, and a short dagger with a length of a foot appeared out of thin air, and in the midst of everyone's exclamations, the short dagger slashed on the palm of his left hand, and his left hand was suddenly dripping with blood, and after a while, it flowed all over the palm of his hand, and drop by drop.

Zhang Yuanji saw Zhu Fangsheng's bloody hands, only to feel that his chest was sour and hot, and then looked at the people around him, they were already full of tears, pouring out. Some even choked up and called out repeatedly: "Childe ......"

Zhu Fangsheng raised his left hand and swore to the sky: "I, Zhu Qiu, swear to the sky today that the Han people in Hawaii will not be equal for a day, and they will not bleed for a day!" Let my blood be shed, and all sins washed away, and the people be free! ”

Hearing Zhu Qiu's oath, the Han people who were standing could no longer hold back the sadness and anger in their hearts, and the anger that had accumulated over the past few years erupted like volcanic magma. Someone shouted, kicked the chair to pieces, picked up one of the legs, and rushed towards the white people, and the rest of the people, seeing this, also looked for their weapons and rushed towards the white people.

The whites were also alarmed when they saw that things had come to this point. To say that on weekdays, these white people are naturally more skilled than anyone of any nationality, but as soon as they encounter this kind of vicious street fight with their swords drawn and splashed with blood for five steps, they are immediately intimidated. But then again, compared to this blood-spattered five-step fight, which ethnic group can catch up with my Huanghuang Han people?

Those white people pushed and shoved, and they all wanted to get out of this whirlpool as soon as possible, but they sat in a large number of people, where could they have the same convenient conditions as the justices. After a while, they were caught up by the rioting Han people, and for a time the two sides fought viciously, and the solemn silence when Zhang Yuanji came in the courtroom was full of shouts of fighting, the howls of injuries, and the muffled sound of sticks hitting the flesh, all of a sudden turned this solemn and solemn courtroom into a street of brawls and vendettas.

Zhang Yuanji is over forty years old, but he is a scholar, where has he seen such chaos. Standing by the side, he watched stunned, and saw the people around him swishing past one after another, rushing towards the center of the storm, but he suddenly didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanji felt that someone was pulling him, and when he looked back, he saw that it was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and if he looked closely, it was a Japanese boy, with two Japanese swords, one long and one short, in his waist, like those Japanese samurai on the beach.

The young man said hurriedly: "Mr. Zhang, Uncle Chen asked me to escort you away, you come with me." ”

After speaking, the young man dragged Zhang Yuanji and turned his head to run to the corner door. Zhang Yuanji suddenly woke up from his dream, and hurriedly strode with the young man towards the corner gate. But by this time, the brawl had already spread through the whole field, and there were people fighting everywhere, and it was not easy to pass through these crazy beast-like human forests.

The young man just sheathed the short knife out and protected Zhang Yuanji, and when he encountered the white man's obstruction, it was a blow, and it didn't see how powerful it was, but if the blow continued, the white man who blocked it would definitely fall to the ground, or roll around and scream, or collapse and not move. Fortunately, Zhang Yuanji was not far from the corner gate, but more than a dozen steps, the two of them arrived at the corner gate, the young man ran to the door, did not reach out to push the door, raised a foot and stomped straight to the door, the door panel could not stand the force of his stomping, and immediately flew backwards, the young man turned around and pulled Zhang Yuanji, and quickly went out of the corner gate and ran to the street.

Zhang Yuanji asked as he ran, "Where are we going now?" ”

The young man didn't look back, and said loudly: "I don't know, if I have time, I will go back to the Chen Mansion; If you don't have time, find a place to avoid it for the time being. ”

Zhang Yuanji was even more confused when he heard it, but before he could ask a question while running, he already understood what it meant to be too late.

There were already people running here in the streets, first in twos and threes, and then in groups, a few of whom did not even wear shoes, and a few of them were buttoning as they ran, but everywhere there were hurried and angry crowds.

In this case, it is natural that the flow of people cannot be reversed. So the two had to avoid it for the time being, and took refuge next to the building on the street to a remote place. The Japanese boy was obviously very familiar with this area, and took Zhang Yuanji to turn left and right, and after a while, he came to a restaurant, which had already closed the door, but the Japanese boy didn't care, walked up, and slapped the door four or five times. And the door opened. The Japanese boy pulled Zhang Yuanji sideways in.

It's finally safe. Zhang Yuanji gasped for breath, although it was only a short cup of tea, but Zhang Yuanji was as long as a year. But when it was safe, Zhang Yuanji was not at ease again, thinking of what Zhu Fangsheng said in court just now and swearing, he was extremely worried for no reason.

Zhang Yuanji asked the young man, "Siming and Zhu ...... How is Fang Sheng? ”

The Japanese boy smiled mischievously and said, "Sir, don't worry, Uncle Chen and the master are both people with superb martial arts, and this kind of scene naturally can't trap them." If you're not sure, you can go up to the second floor and watch the situation change by the window. ”

This restaurant must be designed by a master, and it occupies a wonderful place. The second floor of the hotel is not very high, but standing by the window, you can see most of Honolulu's neighborhoods in full view.

Zhang Yuanji looked down from the window, and saw that the street was full of sparse yellow-skinned people, but the further he went, the more people joined from the corners of various streets, including the original Honolulu natives, the Japanese from earlier years, and even a few white people mixed in, who looked more angry and shouted louder than the yellow-skinned people. Slowly, dozens of sparse streams gradually merged into a crowded and surging tide, wave after wave towards the courthouse.