A tank slowly appeared, and the disciples of the Big Eight Party automatically retreated to both sides, making way for the British army led by the tank.

The tank was in the head, followed by two armored vehicles with artillery mounts.

Behind the armored car, there was a black sedan and a group of soldiers armed to the teeth.

Han Yang glanced at the back and roughly estimated that the group of British troops that suddenly appeared was at least five hundred people.

After the British army, more than 200 British patrolled and arrested.

In total, it adds up to almost eight hundred.

Although the total number of British troops pouring out of nowhere was less than a fraction of the combined number of the three forces on the scene, the deterrent effect was extremely strong.

No matter how elite the gang disciples are, they are essentially a rabble, and they are completely incomparable to the well-trained regular army armed to the teeth.

If there was a real fight, Han Yang believed that if one person continued to face him, this British army would be able to eliminate at least thousands of gang disciples.

"It looks like we can't fight, so everyone puts the guys away."

While secretly breathing a sigh of relief, Han Yang did not forget to tell everyone.

"Yes, sir."

Mark and the others agreed, put the hanging heart back into his stomach, and put away the gun as he commanded.

Whether the forces in the rivers and lakes of all parties use knives or guns on weekdays, they make trouble in private, as long as they don't poke a hole in the sky, the foreigners in the concession usually don't care.

As a last resort, it is best not to gather in front of foreigners to carry guns, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Could it be that Yongxin Company, Feng's Chamber of Commerce, and the Big Eight Shares Party don't have guns in their hands?

Of course not.

But in such a big battle today, except for the few people in the lead, why the other disciples of the sect only held swords and did not use their guns, it was because they were afraid of this.

Not to mention the shootout of tens of thousands of people, I am afraid that the shootout of 100 people, the foreigners in the concession will send troops to suppress it as soon as possible.

The British troops who arrived immediately divided into two columns, and their guns were aimed at one side of the Big Eight Shares Party and the people of the French Concession opposite.

"Retreat!"

When he saw a tall foreigner with a beard and a delicate revolver in his hand walking down from the black car, Zhang Wanlin immediately raised his hand and shouted.

Yongxin's subordinates immediately retreated after hearing the order, and retreated ten steps in a row before stopping.

Seeing that the bearded foreigner under the protection of the heavy soldiers just stood still with a cold face, staring at himself, Zhang Wanlin gritted his teeth and continued to shout: "Retreat again!" ”

This time, the Yongxin disciple took ten steps back after listening to the order.

The two retreats in a row have widened the distance between the two sides, and also dissipated most of the monstrous murderous aura accumulated before.

But even so, the bearded foreigner was still unmoved.

The muzzles of the tank and two armored vehicles were always aimed at Yongxin.

"!"

Seeing this, Zhang Wanlin held back his anger and scolded in his heart, and raised his hand again and shouted: "Thirty steps back!" ”

As the old saying goes, it's not too much.

After retreating three times in a row, if the other party still does not give up, even if the consul general of the British Concession Horton is in person, he Zhang Wanlin will have to fight with him.

The three times added up to fifty steps back, and the momentum on Yongxin's disciple had dissipated at this moment, and it was no longer the same as before.

"Hey!"

"Compared with these powers, a hundred-year-old gang like Yongxin is just an ant-like existence."

Horton personally appeared with a team of British troops, just got out of the car and watched without saying a word, forcing a domineering god like Zhang Wanlin with his eyes, and had to retreat three times in a row.

This made Han Yang feel how sad.

After seeing this scene with his own eyes, he was even more determined in his plan.

In the rivers and lakes of fighting and killing, even if you reach the top, what will it be.

Eventually they will either become vassals of the largest warlords or lackeys of the great powers.

In the eyes of warlords and powers, no matter how powerful the tycoons are, they are just slightly stronger ants.

If they want to, they can be killed by raising their hands.

It is precisely because he saw through this from the beginning that Han Yang has always operated steadily and slowly, and does not do the battle of shouting and killing at every turn.

"Within ten years, I want all the warlords and foreigners on the land of China to be like Zhang Wanlin at this time in front of me, and one look can scare them back!"

Han Yang deeply rooted the scene in front of him into his mind, clenched his fists and swore secretly.

Reaching that point is tantamount to a dream for others, and it will never be realized.

But for Han Yang, although it is also difficult, it is not without opportunities.

Yongxin's disciples were forced to retreat fifty steps in a row, but Zhang Wanlin stood in place with his chest straight, not retreating a single step.

This may be his last pride.

Looking at Zhang Wanlin, who was standing alone under the guns of foreigners, Han Yang also had two points of admiration.

This person may indeed be a person who does all kinds of evil, but it is still difficult to hide the light on his body at this moment.

Together with Huo Tianhong and Lu Yucheng, who are the three tycoons of Yongxin, I am afraid that he will not be able to do this at this moment.

In addition to two points of admiration, Han Yang is more sad.

Sadness for this era.

It is also a sorrow for the country.

If the country is strong enough, how can it tolerate a few barbarians flaunting their might on the land of China.

Just when Han Yang was full of resentment and resentment in his heart, a somewhat satisfied smile finally appeared on the face of the consul of the British Concession.

The muzzle of the gun hung down and walked straight to Zhang Wanlin and asked, "What the hell is going on, Mr. Zhang needs to take so many people to break into our British Concession." ”

"Mr. Horton misunderstood, our Yongxin Company has no intention of offending the British Concession, and today we only sink the dog offal in Qingshan!"

"Last night, he sent someone to move my goods and killed my master Yongxin and more than a dozen disciples, so bloody and hateful, do you say that I Yongxin should be revenged?"

Even if he was within the range of the British tanks and artillery, facing Horton alone, Zhang Wanlin was still not afraid to complain loudly about Shen Qingshan.

"Fuck your stinking fart!"

"Mr. Horton, don't listen to Zhang Wanlin's mad dog nonsense, what happened last night is obviously that they Yongxin directed and acted by himself and wanted to plant the blame for my big eight shares of the party."

"They killed a master and a dozen disciples, and I also folded three capable generals and seven or eight elite players."

At this moment, Shen Qingshan also appeared out of nowhere, trotted behind Horton and loudly argued.

"Damn, I'll kill you!"

As soon as he saw Shen Qingshan, Zhang Wanlin's eyes instantly turned red, and he picked up the gun in his hand and was about to put it on his head.

"Come on, you can try it with me in front of Mr. Houghton, and see who kills whom."

Shen Qingshan shrank behind Horton, and also shouted to draw his gun.

"Enough, whoever dares to quarrel again will destroy him!"

Horton shouted with a cold face, pointed the revolver in his hand at Zhang Wanlin's head for a moment, and then turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Shen Qingshan.

At the same time, a small group of heavily armed British troops also rushed up with a hula, firmly surrounding Zhang Wanlin and Shen Qingshan in the middle.

Sensing that Horton seemed to have really moved to kill, he was as tough as Zhang Wanlin, so he could only temporarily avoid the edge, and put the gun away with a cold snort.

"I'm not interested in knowing about what happened between you."

"The British Concession is the territory of our British Empire, and no one will be allowed to undermine the prosperity, stability and economy of the Concession, you know what I mean?"

After both sides put away their guns, Horton pointed at Zhang Wanlin and Shen Qingshan with the revolver in his hand and said meaningfully.

"Got it."

"Another day, I will personally prepare a heavy gift and go to Consulate Huo's mansion to make amends."

Zhang Wanlin pursed his lips and nodded, arched his hand at Horton and turned to leave, without dragging the mud and water.

"Mr. Horton, you see that this Wanlin doesn't take you seriously......"

Shen Qingshan also wanted to give Horton eye medicine in person, but before he finished speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted by the other party with a cold face.

"Shut up! You idiot still think that today's shame is not big enough, and next time you don't need Yongxin to make a move, I will personally twist your neck. ”

Horton's head and face were scolded, not only in a stern tone, but also in a loud voice, and his saliva sprayed all over his face, without saving any face for Shen Qingshan.

was scolded by the other party in front of tens of thousands of people like a grandson, Shen Qingshan's face was wonderful, but after all, he still didn't dare to let go of a fart, and swallowed this breath hard.

"It seems that after this incident, Horton is already very dissatisfied with Shen Qingshan, and after entering the Four Seas Gambling House in two days, he can let it go."

Seeing this, the corners of Han Yang's mouth furled, and he secretly decided that he could appropriately speed up some expansion.

"Yongxin disciples and all the friends in the rivers and lakes present listen, I, Zhang Wanlin, on behalf of Yongxin Company, hereby guarantee that if anyone slaughters Shen Qingshan's dog offal, Yongxin's fourth position will be his!"

"Even if you can't kill it, you will be rewarded with 10,000 oceans for a slash, and 20,000 oceans for a shot!"

Shen Qingshan, who had just been scolded by Horton like a grandson, stood in place and didn't recover before he heard Zhang Wanlin, who was standing in front of Yongxin's disciple again, pulling his throat and giving a reward order in public.

"Fuck me!"

"I really don't think Lao Tzu exists, right?!"

Shen Qingshan's nose was crooked immediately, and a wall on his chest almost spurted out of a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

After hearing this, Horton just smiled meaningfully, and he didn't bother to look at Shen Qingshan, without stopping his steps.

Obviously, he didn't care about his life or death.

For Horton, as long as he is obedient enough to help him deal with the chores of the concession, maintain the prosperity and stability of the concession, maintain economic development, and pay the supply on time every month.

As for whether this person's surname is Shen or whether he is surnamed cat or dog, he doesn't care.

In front of Shen Qingshan and so many people present, Zhang Wanlin pulled his throat to go down to the rivers and lakes to offer a reward, just to disgust Shen Qingshan and the Big Eight Shares Party.

No matter how bad Shen Qingshan is, he is also the leader of the Big Eight Forces, how can he survive to this day if he is really so easy to kill.

At this time, tens of thousands of people gathered, and the consul general of the British Concession and a large group of British troops with loaded guns were present.

"Old Chen, lend me your machete."

Han Yang's heart moved, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he hurriedly said.

"Huh?!"

The machete Chen was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"Ahh

Han Yang glared at him, and he didn't have time to care what he thought, he pulled out the machete he was carrying, took out the gun on his body and stuffed it into Mark's hand, dropped the sentence 'No one is allowed to move', and rushed towards Shen Qingshan like a wind.

It is definitely unrealistic to shoot Shen Qingshan at such a time, unless he is tired of life.

It's true that Horton and the British army he brought with him were vegetarians.

If you don't get the gun right, it will trigger a chain reaction, and you will definitely be found out afterwards.

Movable knives are different.

While Shen Qingshan was still in a daze at this moment, Han Yang rushed towards him with a knife as fast as he could.

His move could almost scare the machete Chen and the others out of heart disease.

If it weren't for the fact that before rushing out, Han Yang deliberately explained, I was afraid that it would not be just one person who rushed towards Shen Qingshan now, but more than fifty people.

"Who is that, and what is he going to do?"

"What a speed!"

"I'll go, look at this posture, he shouldn't really want to cut Shen Qingshan."

Han Yang, who was running wildly with a knife, suddenly stunned everyone.

Even Zhang Wanlin, who only issued a reward order in public for disgusting Shen Qingshan and the Big Eight Shares Party, never dreamed that there would be a guy who was not afraid of death who dared to rush up and cut down Shen Qingshan in front of tens of thousands of people.

"!"

"That kid is crazy, kind!"

After the shock, Zhang Wanlin's eyes lit up and he gritted his teeth and laughed wildly, really appreciating the madness of the other party.

Even if he misses a knife, after today, Shen Qingshan will completely become the laughing stock of the entire Shanghai Tang.

Han Yang, who chased and slashed with a knife in front of tens of thousands of people, will also become famous in a fight.

Whether he is for money or fame, this courage and madness alone will be enough to shock a large number of people in the future.