Liang Pengfei stood there smiling, like Satan who had just descended from hell to the world, the originally humid and sultry sea breeze seemed to have become extremely cold and miserable at the moment, Macartney felt that an invisible hand was choking his throat, and the breathless feeling of suffocation made his brain blank at the moment.

"Answer me, your dear ambassador, I would like to know how your West differs from our East." Liang Pengfei continued to ask about the stiff Macartney in his magnetic voice, and at the same time played with the slender and snowy three-edged bayonet lightly and skillfully, and the sharp edge of the light moved upward, making these Westerners seem to see the strange metallic color on the Pandora's box.

"We, our Majesty the King, are very merciful." Macartney licked her dry lips and followed the three-edged bayonet that pulsed lightly in Liang Pengfei's palm in horror.

Hearing Macartney's answer, Liang Pengfei showed a faint smile, and then raised the three-edged bayonet in his hand and stabbed it directly...... The second man in the British Empire's legations, Mr. Alternate Member of the House of Lords of the British Empire, Baron John, who had a noble title, had a terrible triangular wound on his chest, and the blood flew quickly into the air and dispersed into a mist of blood, which fell on the pale face of Lord Macartney, who stood a stone's throw away.

At this moment, the noble British aristocrat was twisting and rolling on the ground like a dying catfish, and streams of crimson blood were gushing from his open mouth.

"My God, you actually killed him......" Macartney covered his blood-stained face in disbelief, his eyes filled with despair, fear, and unwillingness.

"It's unreasonable that you killed a nobleman for no reason like this." Viscount Edmund, a member of the Board of Supervisors of the British East India Company, stood among the Westerners who were as terrified as he was, and reminded the Westerners around him with his shout, which was not much higher than usual, that there were still brave and upright nobles among the British. However, the swear words he originally wanted to scold Liang Pengfei turned into a painless question sentence when he came out, and it seems that his reason still makes him know the importance of survival.

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Liang Pengfei was still holding the three-edged bayonet that was dripping blood downwards, he turned his face to look at Viscount Edmund, and then took a step forward, walking towards him while responding to Viscount Edmund's complaint.

"Too unreasonable? I would like to ask you, when you of the English East India Company smuggling opium into this land, when you turned your guns on the innocent Chinese who toiled in the South Seas, when you captured the indigenous inhabitants of the African continent as your slaves, when you drove your warships and used your guns to invade this continent, was there any reasonable and humane explanation? ”

At this time, Liang Pengfei had already stood in front of Viscount Edmund, he lowered his head slightly, looking down at this British nobleman who was more than half a head shorter than him, and had a high position in the British Eastern Colonies.

Seeing this face that looked so pale and his eyes were full of despair, Liang Pengfei changed the bloody bayonet to his left hand, and then, stretched out his right hand, which was still covered with blood, and elegantly took care of the shirt lace that Viscount Edmund's neckline blocked a small part of the slanted neckline, and after seeing the Viscount Edmund take a small step back in horror, Liang Pengfei shrugged his shoulders innocently. Then, continuing to reach out, he patted the fat face of Viscount Edmund. The corners of his mouth showed a hint of hideousness: "Answer my question." Honorable, noble, and civilized, Viscount Edmund, I hope you will not challenge my majesty again and again as your companions do. ”

"We ...... I don't know, I mean, I really don't know, it was that guy who did it, it was the Chairman of the Committee that he decided, and if it weren't for him, we wouldn't have agreed to smuggle even a straw from here, to the land that belongs to you. I can swear to God, please believe me. Viscount Edmund smelled the strong smell of blood in his hand, and in this moment his reason had collapsed, and with tears of pleading flowing in his eyes, he explained humbly, lamely, with his hands on his chest, like a beggar who had been hungry for days, longing to beg for a little scrap of food.

Seeing Edmund's expression, Liang Pengfei shook his head in disappointment, originally hoped that this noble British nobleman would be able to harden his bones, but with the other party being such a soft egg, he really couldn't arouse his interest in slaughtering him.

Liang Pengfei glanced at the Europeans around him, those who usually boasted of their might and always felt that they were so noble and civilized, they were all trying to make their backbones look hunched at the moment, and their heads were subconsciously lowered, like a group of poor quails.

"Dear Marcelo, I would like to ask you, what did the Spaniards do with those fugitives?" Liang Pengfei set his eyes on one of the guests, who was none other than Marcello, the governor of the Spanish colony who was familiar with him.

"Honorable Führer, we generally crucify them." Marcello's voice was dry, but the sweat on his face was more cheerful than the stream.

"What about you? Mr. Distinguished Ambassador, do you have any method of executing fugitives that distinguishes it from the crucifixion? Liang Pengfei turned his face and looked at Macartney, whose legs were still shaking with his eyes straight at the corpse that had lost signs of life.

"I'm sorry, I don't know, I really don't, I'm just a diplomat, I have nothing to do with war." Macartney repeated the sentence somewhat nervously to defend himself.

"And what about you, honorable Viscount Edmund, tell me how you deal with the Hindu who are against you?" Liang Pengfei was very unhappy that he was like a stupid bird singing a one-man show, and these guys were too faceless and uncooperative.

Seeing Liang Pengfei's frowning brows, Viscount Edmund provided Liang Pengfei with several options as quickly as possible, such as hanging, either cutting off his head, or playing with burning at the stake, but burning at the stake is generally used to deal with heretics.

"Okay, have you heard, have you heard the killing methods of these two Western civilized people? All these prisoners of war who tried to escape from prison were crucified, and the other half were cut down. Liang Pengfei turned around and gave the order loudly.

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The desperate screams of the British prisoners of war, the dull mismatch of blades and bones, the shaking of heads falling to the ground, and the groans of the prisoners of war nailed to the crosses made of logs.

And Liang Pengfei stood in front of this scene comparable to hell, standing in front of these Western colonial officials and aristocrats, holding the bloody bayonet high, but his movements were noble and elegant, like a profound nobleman, his eyes were gentle and peaceful, like a teacher who soothed the soul of mankind. The voice was calm and soft: "Don't worry, everyone, I am also a civilized person, to be exact, I am more civilized and elegant than you, so I will not kill people without reason." ”

But the bloody three-edged bayonet tip was still slowly dripping blood, and the blood splashed on his face, twisted and deformed with his smile, looking so hideous and violent.

"What's the matter, dear Governor Groening, do you think I am a civilized man or a barbarian?" Liang Pengfei's gaze fell on one of the guests who had vomited yellow bile water, and there was something meaningful in the smile on his face.

"You, of course you are a civilized person." Governor Groening managed to squeeze out a far-fetched smile.

"Civilized people?" Liang Pengfei raised his head and laughed wildly. scared Governor Groening into a tremble, and subconsciously took two small steps back, forcibly enduring the ** who was going to continue to vomit, for fear that Liang Pengfei would kill himself because of his faux pas.

Liang Pengfei shook the bayonet disdainfully, let it easily pierce the solid ground, clapped his big hand, and raised his head: "The degree of civilization of a country is directly proportional to the strength it has, as long as you can trample all the enemies under your feet, then you are the most civilized country in the world, and you can use your culture and language to teach all the enemies who succumb to your strength, so that they can understand what kind of civilization you are." Isn't that what you've been doing? ”

No one wants to be stupid to answer his question, for the sake of their own life, no one wants to argue with him, besides, Liang Pengfei's words do say what they want, yes, for one or two hundred years, Europeans have done this in every corner of the world, if it weren't for the fear that Liang Pengfei would suddenly become angry, maybe they would be willing to collectively applaud Liang Pengfei at this moment.

"You should know that I believe in God, well, and He is always with me, because I am a most devout believer, and the Bible tells me that God's right hand is loving, but His left hand is terrible." Liang Pengfei didn't need their answers now, and he spoke loudly to himself, like a proud emperor declaring his will to his subjects.

"And now, too, I want to tell you, my Western friends, that I have solemnly sworn that I love peace, but I have never been afraid of war. In one hand I hold peace and friendship, even money and wealth, but in the other, there are only swords and guns, and the eternal death and fear. And I leave you free to choose...... I wouldn't mind if you deliberately made the wrong choice. Liang Pengfei laughed.

"This madman ......," Viscount Edmund cursed with great resentment in his heart.

(To be continued)