Lord Chen, of course, is not referring to Chen Jianqiu himself.

Chen Jianqiu was also very curious about who this big person was, so he came to Wanfu Building.

Oddly enough, Man Fook Lou is located one block away from Chinatown, close to Chinatown, but not in Chinatown.

It is a Chinese-style restaurant, the owner is unknown, the first floor serves public guests, and the second floor is a private room.

Chen Jianqiu stepped into the restaurant, it was close to lunch time, and the seats on the first floor were almost full, most of them were businessmen passing by, and the guys who ran the hall shuttled between the people, shouting and passing the dishes.

A guy at the door quickly noticed Chen Jianqiu, his cowboy dress looked a little out of place with the people around him, the guy didn't see his face clearly, and thought he was a cowboy near Denver.

"Sir, the first floor is almost full, so I'll find a way to make a table for you.

Chen Jianqiu didn't pay attention to him, but walked directly to the second floor.

"Eh, sir, sir, there's someone on the second floor, you ......"

The guy wanted to stop it, but he couldn't stop it, Chen Jianqiu had already climbed the stairs and walked towards the second floor.

At the entrance of the second floor, two pigtailed soldiers with big knives at their waists and rifles on their backs were standing there, and when the two saw Chen Jianqiu's arrival, they pulled out their matching knives and stopped him.

"You adults are looking for me." Chen Jianqiu said.

"Let him in." An old voice came from inside the box.

The two soldiers glanced at each other and said to Chen Jianqiu, "Please hand over the gun." ”

Chen Jianqiu pulled out the revolver and handed it to the soldiers, who put away the knife and let Chen Jianqiu enter the box.

The furnishings in the box are very elegant, the exquisite mahogany furniture looks very valuable, there is an antique blue and white porcelain vase on the shelf by the window, and a painting hangs on the white wall, Chen Jianqiu doesn't know much about it, but from the pile of inscriptions in the lower left corner, it doesn't seem to be an extraordinary product.

An old man with a white beard stood with his hands in his hands, wearing a dark satin riding coat with wide sleeves and a braid hanging down the back of his head.

"Under Chen Lanbin, the word Liqiu." The old man turned his head and saw Chen Jianqiu's cowboy dress and the back of his bare head, his face was displeased, but he still held back.

Chen Lanbin? Wasn't he the first Qing minister to the United States? He doesn't stay in Washington, he runs to Denver to do something.

Chen Jianqiu was silent, he wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of this Qing Dynasty official.

"Your bounty order is still hanging in front of the Denver Police Department, you know?" Seeing that Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, Chen Lanbin took the lead in asking.

"What? Are you going to tie me up and transfer me to a foreign adult? Chen Jianqiu said coldly.

Chen Lanbin took a deep breath, looked out the window, and said an irrelevant sentence: "I'm going back next month." ”

"In the Denver incident last year, Chen sent a note to the US Secretary of State several times, during which he made representations, arguing on the basis of reason, but the other party prevaricated perfunctorily, and has not given a reasonable reply so far."

"As a minister to the United States, Liqiu did his best, but it is a pity that the country is in decline and cannot protect the overseas Chinese."

Chen Lanbin sighed and looked ashamed: "I am ashamed of this, only before leaving, I will say goodbye." ”

"Then dare to ask Master Chen, what is the matter with me as a grass citizen?" Chen Jianqiu looked cynical, he raised his head and looked directly at the Qing Dynasty official in front of him.

He was fed up with the self-anesthesia of these doctors.

"You are lawless in America, I can turn a blind eye, but I must not repeat the incident in Denver. Otherwise, there will be no place for the Chinese to stand. ”

Chen Lanbin did not look directly at the aggressive Chen Jianqiu, but continued to look out the window.

"Really? Then dare to ask Master Chen, which Chinese made trouble here last year? Ten years ago on Negros Street in Los Angeles, which Chinese took the lead in committing murder? ”

Chen Jianqiu's every sentence was loud and deafening.

Chen Lanbin didn't know what to say for a while.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs, and a young man broke in.

"Report, report, sir, that mud leg is gone."

That person was the one who had been following Chen Jianqiu before, and he was panting at this time.

He saw Chen Jianqiu standing there at a glance, and immediately wanted to draw his knife, but Chen Jianqiu stepped forward and choked his throat with one hand.

The two soldiers at the door also reacted instantly, took out the guns behind their backs, and pointed them at Chen Jianqiu.

"Ahem, stop it!" Chen Lanbin coughed and said.

Chen Jianqiu let go of his hand and glanced at the young man with long braids:

"Rank or go back to China to be your adult, I will continue to stay here as my mud legs."

Just as Chen Jianqiu was about to turn around and leave, there was a sudden noise and scolding from the window, Chen Jianqiu ran to the window and looked down, and his face changed color instantly.

He rushed straight to the top of the stairs.

As he passed by the two soldiers at the door, he drew two steel knives from the scabbards at their waists, one in each hand, and rushed down.

The crowd on the first floor retreated to the back, but they were all looking out through the windows.

"It's okay, we're not in Chinatown, it's okay." The owner of the restaurant didn't know when he came out from behind, and he asked the guy to take down the plaque. Seal all the panels of the gate.

But the door panel was kicked open, and a young man with a cowboy hat walked out of the restaurant under the gaze of everyone.

……

The Irish hooligans in the east of the city were mixed in with the townspeople, who had been waiting for Councilor Edwin's carriage to show up and give them a spiritual uplift.

However, instead of waiting for the arrival of the Councillor, they waited for the news of the death of the Councillor and their boss Murphy.

The citizens were just about to disperse, but someone shouted in the crowd: "They killed the councillor!" Kill the Chinese! Kill the abominable infidels! The Chinese guys must get out! ”

The parliamentarians did not have to be killed by Chinese, but they could, as long as they could be given an excuse to rob Chinatown.

A group of Irish had already rushed out of the crowd first, armed with sticks and axes that had been prepared, some shirtless, some picking up bricks and stones by the roadside.

Some bystanders also joined the rioters.

The group marched in the direction of Chinatown.

At this time, the people of Chinatown did not know that disaster was coming, some of them had experienced the events of last year, while others were newcomers, and all of them were just thinking about surviving in this place, even if in a modest way.

When the rioting crowd appeared at the corner of Chinatown, it was like a dark cloud, led by several vicious-looking thugs, all of whom were involved in last year's events and could be said to be habitual offenders.

"The foreigner is coming!"

I don't know who shouted, whether it was a pedestrian on the road or a street vendor; It doesn't matter if it's a child or a woman. The men who are still in the prime of life are all rolling and crawling on the ground and hugging their heads.

Chinatown was in chaos.

A little girl was taken down the road by the panicked crowd and cried in fright.

Several martial arts masters from the martial arts hall also turned around and ran.

But one blocked their way.

A broken cry resounded like a bell throughout the street.

"Run, run, run! Where are you going? Running back to the Qing Dynasty? ”

The young man dressed as a cowboy walked to the corner of the street, he took off his hat, and he was not tall, but he was unusually tall.

He was armed with two unsheathed steel knives, his skin glowed with bronz, his eyes burning with fire, and he stared at the thugs in front of him.

One man holds back a thousand armies.

The eyes are like a tiger, and the air is full of wolves.

"All standing behind me! Pick up your weapons! Cover women and children! ”

After that, I saw him step forward with an arrow, leap high, and kill into the crowd without hesitation.