"Laughing at what?"

Ma Yizhen said: "I'm afraid, if I'm afraid, hurry up and let your people get out of the way of Lao Tzu, otherwise, if Director Park brings someone here, even if Lao Tzu pulls down his face to intercede for you, he won't be able to save your ......."

"Shut up!"

Du Yue trembled angrily: "I always knew that you Ma Yi was really shameless, but I didn't expect you to be so shameless, colluding with the Japanese to betray the country and seek glory, not to mention, you are not ashamed but proud - you Ma Yi is really afraid of the Japanese, it doesn't mean that I, Du Yuesheng, am also afraid of the Japanese, if I was afraid of the Japanese, I wouldn't have gone to the meeting alone and negotiated with the French......

These words, said impassionedly, make people's blood boil, I don't know how many subordinates frantically applauded: "President, you are not afraid of the Japanese, we are not afraid of the Japanese, and there are many Chinese, who are not afraid of the Japanese - the scum who like to be dogs for the Japanese, after all, are a minority, and most Chinese still have a backbone!" ”

Yang Yi leaned against a pillar, and within ten meters of the surroundings, there was no one except Du Yuesheng.

No one wanted to get close to him, whether it was Ma Yizhen or Tong Wanli's subordinates who were scared of him being killed, or those subordinates of Du Yuesheng who saw him make a move.

For them, Yang Yi's whole person exudes a dangerous aura, like a sharp blade, and they don't know when they will hurt people.

Being feared like a snake and scorpion is a very bleak thing, and many people are not used to it, after all, people are social animals, and no one likes to be ostracized by the whole world.

But Yang Yi didn't care, even Du Yuesheng's impassioned words fell in his ears, and they didn't cause any waves in his heart.

In his opinion, this is just Du Yuesheng's way to rein in the hearts of some people who were scattered because he let go of Kong Swollen Ling, the culprit who killed Huang Jingui, and it was a means of a superior person.

Therefore, Yang Yi didn't pay attention at all, but closed his eyes to recuperate, the blow from Jin Mantang earlier had caused him a lot of damage, and now he needed time to recover the shock in his mind.

Then he opened his eyes suddenly.

A strong sense of crisis is coming like a tide, and that feeling is like being targeted by a poisonous snake!

Damn it!

Yang Yi roared and flew out to the side!

The roar of the air being torn apart was drowned out in the earth-shattering cheers, and at the moment when Yang Yifei pounced, everyone noticed his actions, and their voices were suffocated.

Then, everyone saw that there was a loud earth-shattering sound on the pillar that Yang Yi was leaning on before, and countless sawdust scattered and exploded!

Gunshot!

Everyone came back to their senses, countless people screamed, some were bowing their heads, and some were fleeing in panic, and the scene was chaotic.

"Protecting the President's ......"

Many men who were not afraid of death, or who were desperate for the sake of future wealth and wealth, screamed and gathered around Du Yuesheng, vigilantly hugging Du Yuesheng and hiding in a safe place.

Then, they saw Yang Yi, and saw Yang Yi walking through the gaps of the crowd like a cheetah, and there were bullets chasing him like maggots on tarsal bones to shoot, but every time they were a step too late and shot someone behind or on his side.

Yang Yi, on the other hand, seemed to be racing against bullets, rushing before the bullets, and threw himself into the Tianxing Tower, and there was no more sound.

"Strange, why did the gunman chase that guy and shoot, but he ......"

I don't know how many men's hearts are full of doubts, because they feel that even if someone wants to shoot someone, it should be Du Yuesheng who will be shot first, but now, the gunman is chasing Yang Yi and shooting!

While guessing the identity of the person who shot him, they were thinking, could it be that in the heart of the person who shot him, Du Yuesheng, the famous king of Shanghai Tang, was actually not as good as that guy who didn't look amazing?

They thought so because they didn't know Yang Yi's identity and origin, if they knew Yang Yi's identity and origin, they would never be surprised that the gunman would chase Yang Yi and shoot and ignore Du Yuesheng!

These people didn't know Yang Yi's identity and origin, but Du Yuesheng knew it, so he easily guessed the identity of the gunman - the other party could only be Japanese!

In the hearts of the Japanese, a Yang Yi is ten times more terrible than him Du Yuesheng, a hundred times!

"Japanese, Japanese!"

I don't know who screamed, and then everyone looked at the surrounding alleys, but found that it was not the scream that found the gunman who shot Yang Yi, but at the mouth of those alleys, there were dozens of men, each of whom was carrying a flower trap in his hand, a black hole in the muzzle, aimed at them!

As soon as he saw these men holding flower traps, Ma Yizhen, who was originally afraid of being injured by mistake in order to avoid bullets, suddenly became excited and screamed: "The surname is Du, now believe Lao Tzu's words, right?" If you dare to go against the Japanese, there is no good end, and you want to kill Lao Tzu? You're dreaming—you're dead today......"

While shouting, Ma Yizhen stretched his neck and looked around, and saw Park Xiangri behind those men.

So, Ma Yizhen became doubly excited, separated the crowd and rushed out, waving his hand and screaming: "Director Park, it's me, Ma Yizhen, save me......"

The appearance of screaming and running is like a pug seeing its owner, and like a naughty child who has been bullied seeing his parents and feeling that he has a backer.

I don't know how many men scoffed at Ma Yizhen's appearance, but in the face of so many flower guns, they didn't dare to stop Ma Yizhen's footsteps at all.

Park Xiangri raised his slender eyebrows, his eyes were as round as a mouse, he was laughing, but the smile was very weird, giving people an extremely eerie feeling, he looked at Ma Yizhen who was running far away, and slowly raised his hand.

Ma Yizhen saw Park Xiangri's smiling face, and felt palpitations for no reason, his scalp was numb, and his pace of running was constantly slowing down......

Park Xiangri's hand waved down fiercely!

Sudden ......

Dozens of Chinese guns opened fire almost in unison, and dense bullets rained down on the dense crowd like a torrential rain......

Ahh......hhh

The screams instantly soared into the air, because the crowd was so dense that the gunmen barely had to aim, and the bullets went out of someone's body like a chisel and then into another's body.

The crowd fell in pieces like wheat harvesting, and these men who licked blood with knives and fought hard to make a living were barely able to fight back in the face of the dense bullets.

No matter how strong the master is, in front of the bullet is a pile of meat to be slaughtered, and no matter how hard the fist is, it will be beaten to pieces by a bullet......

In the face of cutting-edge weapons, no matter how many people face, they can only face the fate of being slaughtered.

Ma Yizhen bore the brunt of the blow, already beaten into a sieve by the dense bullets, he screamed and moaned in the pile of corpses, and looked in the direction of Park Xiangri unwillingly and wailed: "Why, why ......"