When Pryant had gone upstairs, it had been crowded with hard-working coolies, vendors of small goods, and some passengers waiting for the ship to leave the port, but now, all of them had disappeared.

The shopkeeper stood behind his counter, pulling out his abacus in one after another, but his expression was stiff and a little frightened. The guys are even more far away.

In the center of the lobby, there were two tables of people drinking tea, knocking melon seeds and peanuts, and seemed to be chatting quietly, with a chuckle or two from time to time, but their eyes were all on Pryant walking down the staircase.

There was a hint of banter in those ill-intentioned eyes, like a pack of wolves that saw their prey enter an ambush.

Ham behind Pryant also noticed the anomaly here, and his knee-jerk reaction was to immediately turn around and go upstairs, but before he could take a few steps of stairs, he had to pause and rush upward.

At the end of the second floor of the stairs, a burly, hideous-looking man crossed his hands over his chest, blocking Ham's path with an evil smile on his face.

"Get out of the way, you're in my way." Ham screamed, and a dense sweat began to soak into his face.

"My young master invited you to go over and chat, I didn't expect the two of you to run down in such a hurry, just run down, but how can you slip back so uninterestingly, this is too bad for my young master, right?" The big man standing at the end of the second floor said in stammering French. Hearing this, the two people at the table laughed crookedly.

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about, I don't know your young master, we are British businessmen, and we only came here to do some small business." Pryant subconsciously took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead, squeezing out a smile, but there was no way to hide the fear and panic in his eyes.

"Go down! It's best not to upset our young master. The hideous Chinese still stammered, but the menace and ferocity in that tone were like a long knife against the necks of the two Brits.

"Okay, but I advise you not to be rude, but it's your country's army outside, and if something happens here, I'm afraid you won't be happy." Plain stopped Ham, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and walked down the stairs.

"Please come here, gentlemen, I'm interested in talking to them." At this time, the young man sitting at one of the tables spoke, and his fluent English made both Pryant and Ham stunned.

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Although Britain currently boasts of being the world's number one maritime power, most of the English spoken is a British colony, and no one would have thought that there would be a young Oriental who is so familiar with English.

"Don't be surprised, our young master is proficient in the languages of several countries like you Westerners, even if it is a language genius, it is not an exaggeration." Monk Chen also expressed it in French, but his language talent was much better than that of the brother on the second floor, at least it seemed very fluent, although a few words still made people feel weird.

Pryant and Ham looked at each other, both seeing the uncertainty in each other's eyes. Still, he walked towards the table where someone had already given up his place. At this time, they finally saw the leader of the group, a young oriental man who was smiling and smiling at him.

Although he was sitting, he could still see that this Oriental man was tall and burly, although he was not as strong as the giant behind him, but he seemed to have a great attraction, and people had to pay attention to him.

"Sir, are you looking for us?" After Pryant approached, he bowed slightly to Liang Pengfei very reservedly, and continued to maintain the demeanor of an English gentleman.

"Please sit down, you two, you haven't asked your names yet?" Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand and pointed to the bench opposite him, and motioned to the two Brits, and Liang Pengfei's subordinates all had a good look on their faces.

"My name is Pryant, this is my partner Ham, we are both legitimate businessmen in the British Empire, I don't know if this gentleman is looking for us, do you have a business to do?" Pryant and Ham didn't mean to sit down, their eyes stared at Liang Pengfei, as if they wanted to see what Liang Pengfei wanted to do.

"Business?" Liang Pengfei let out a thick puff of green smoke and looked at the two strong and calm Britons in front of him with great interest. "Of course, what I want to ask is whether the two of you are interested in doing a very profitable business, and it is a big money."

"Oh? Let's hear it, if that business is really as profitable as you say, maybe we really have a chance to work together. Pryant was secretly relieved to see that the Oriental man was following him unhurriedly, and it seemed that he was a little too nervous. However, Pryant made up his mind to find a way to perfunctory this Oriental, as long as he waited until the Qing officials who had been bribed by him arrived, and at that time, he must humiliate this Oriental man severely. If he could, it would be better to put this damn guy in prison and suffer hardship, who scared him so much that he almost ran away in embarrassment?

"Great, you're willing to do the business I'm talking about, and you're doing it right now." Liang Pengfei looked at the flashing gaze of the Pryant, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "That is, opium smuggling." ”

As soon as the word opium came out, Pryant and Naham couldn't help but change color in unison. Pryant calmly looked at the plagiarized men around Liang Pengfei and asked: "Who are you, we are legitimate British businessmen, with legal business channels and channels, and we don't do opium smuggling at all." ”

"By the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself, I'm sorry." Liang Pengfei leisurely exhaled a thick smoke ring and slowly flew towards Pryant and them in mid-air. "My name is Liang Pengfei."

"Liang Pengfei?" Ham, who had not spoken, repeated the three words with a puzzled expression. "I don't think it's familiar, I've heard it somewhere."

"If you mention another identity of our family, you may not be unfamiliar, Liang Pengfei, the chief soldier of Humen Town, Guangdong Navy." Ni Ming explained for Liang Pengfei with a smile.

"Guangdong sailor? Liang Pengfei...... My God, the Virgin Mary! Ham screamed, and the voice of a seven-foot-tall man was like a woman standing on a stage singing a high note.

"God, my God." Pryant's eyes were polygonal, his gray-green pupils shrunk like the eye of a needle, and his cheeks pale as the belly of a dead fish floating on the water. In desperation, his hand subconsciously drew a cross on his chest.

I could never have imagined that this terrible and cruel Qing general, who was cursed by the employees of the British East India Company and the opium dealers, and made the opium smuggling merchants a nightmare that could not be avoided, would suddenly appear in Taiwan one day, and it was right in front of him.

"Isn't his jurisdiction in Guangdong? How did he come to Taiwan, could it be said that he has been tracking down the whereabouts of us opium smuggling merchants all along, and then he will get the stolen goods when we want to trade? Pryant's extremely rich associations demonized Liang Pengfei on a deeper level.

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"General Liang, this is Taiwan, not Guangdong, since your position is the chief soldier of the Guangdong Naval Division, you shouldn't be able to manage it here." Pryant's eyes rolled rapidly, as if to see if there was a way to escape, but unfortunately, the eyes of the dozen or so big men were staring at him and Ham, and Pryant believed that unless he was winged like Hermes, there was no way to escape from the gate that was about to be blocked.

Liang Pengfei stood up, walked to Plaint, and put the cigar in his mouth between the fingers of his left hand, and the fan-sized slap in his right hand suddenly raised, pumping the Plaint out a few steps diagonally, and rolled directly to the ground, holding his face with both hands, and letting out a terrible scream, a few small white dots and blood dripping from his fingers.

The shopkeeper screamed in fright, and went directly under the counter with his head and shivered, and the guys who were originally hiding on the side to watch the excitement went directly into the backyard, for fear that this group of guys who knew at a glance that they were either bandits or thugs would find trouble with themselves and others.

Ham, who was standing behind Pryant, looked at Pryant who was rolling and wailing on the ground in disbelief, his legs trembled into noodles, and his face was full of fear.

"Silly bird, you don't care which place Lao Tzu is, if you want to mess with you, what can you do? Do you have what it takes to sue me? ! Liang Pengfei picked up a bench like a ruffian and rushed forward to beat him violently, until the bench cracked, and the Pryant was beaten all over his face with blood, lying in the corner and unable to move, Liang Pengfei spat angrily.

"Don't hit me, I'll tell you everything, Your Excellency General, I'll tell you everything, please don't hurt me." Ham, the British smuggler who watched Liang Pengfei beat his companion in a daze, finally broke out at the last moment, and directly knelt on his knees, crying to Liang Pengfei with tears and snot on his face, hoping to be forgiven.

"Very well, I thought you British smugglers were not interested, but now I finally have a sensible person who can tell you everything you know. Shijie, write it down for me, and let him sign it later. Liang Pengfei wiped the refreshing sweat soaked from his forehead after exercising, picked up the cigar handed by Monk Chen, and took a sip and said.

(To be continued)