Chapter 200 Shame

I'm crying and begging for support from my brothers. I write more than 10,000 words every day. Isn't it worth your red vote? (^o^)/~

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When the second Japanese manager saw the British boss appearing, he crawled forward and hugged his thigh.

The two Japs tearfully accused Wei Jichen of his crimes: "Mr. Richard, these two Chinese don't take our British Empire seriously at all. They not only hurt people, but also broke so many things. Who else will do it in the future?" If we dare to dine here, where will the dignity of our British Empire go?”

Unfortunately, his face was swollen, his voice was strange, and he seemed a little funny for a while.

Wei Jichen glanced around coldly, threw a piece of horseshoe silver on the table, flicked his sleeves, took Su Zhiniang's little hand and said, "Let's go."

A hero doesn't want to suffer immediate losses. Seeing that the opponent was outnumbered and powerful, Wei Jichen thought it would be better to avoid the edge for the time being.

Unfortunately, the Englishman Richard would not let him leave so easily. Richard saw that the guests around him were pointing and pointing with smiles on their faces. Among them, there were even one or two Germans and Frenchmen who seemed to be talking about Wei Jichen's skills just now. How to excel.

Richard raised his hand slightly, and the Indian guards raised their guns and aimed at Wei Jichen.

"Sir, do you want to leave after hurting someone? Do you Chinese have such a barbaric style?" Richard is in his thirties, wearing a tuxedo. He speaks slowly and his gestures are that of a gentleman. Panache, looking personable.

"Is this the gentlemanly behavior of your British Empire, pointing your gun at the customers who come in?" Wei Jichen retorted.

"I didn't see the customers, I only saw two clowns shouting here, doing something in such a noble and elegant place, what are they if they are not clowns?" Richard bowed slightly to the surrounding people, which caused a burst of laughter from the British around him. Cheers.

"Is it true that your country is only allowed to hurt people and not me to fight back? Even according to your country's laws, you are forced to defend yourself." Wei Jichen saw Wang Huaiqing appearing at the street corner with seven or eight soldiers. I couldn't help but feel reassured, and I wasn't in a hurry to leave.

Wei Jichen slowly sat down on the chair beside him and snapped his fingers.

The soldier in front seemed to have eyes on his back. He put away his gun, respectfully took out a beautiful mahogany box from his arms, placed it gently on the table, and then opened it carefully and slowly. He slowly took out a thick and long cigar, cut off the head with a special cigar, and placed it between Wei Jichen's fingers.

Wei Jichen held it between his lips. The soldier had already lit a long match and put it under the cigar. Wei Jichen gently turned it a few times to heat it, then blew it back a few times to blow away the match smoke, and then closed the door. He closed his eyes and took a gentle breath.

"Tell me what you want to do." Wei Jichen asked slowly, ignoring the stunned British people around him.

Several British guys with cigars quietly touched their cartons and decided to change to a special packaging box after going back. They also clearly remembered Wei Jichen's actions just now. What is elegance? This is called elegance.

Richard was stunned for a moment, and then he came back to his senses. Seeing that the Qing nationality across from him was making a show of his own territory again, he felt even more displeased. He said coldly: "I have informed the patrol room about this. Intentionally hurting people and damaging private property is enough for you to spend a period of time in jail.”

At the other end of the street, more than a dozen Chinese patrolmen, led by a British inspector, hurried over in small steps.

Wei Jichen's soldiers arrived almost at the same time as the wave of patrols.

Both parties rushed into the restaurant at once, glaring at each other angrily.

"Sir, are you not injured?" Wang Huaiqing walked to Wei Jichen, lowered his head and asked.

"What can I do? Protect Zhimiang." Wei Jichen said as he stood up.

Over there, Richard also told the British inspector the general situation.

Just as the British inspector was about to speak, Wei Jichen waved his hand and ordered in a cold voice: "Brothers, if their guns are fired, anyone who dares to resist will be shot to death."

Both Richard and the British inspector became furious, while the Chinese patrolmen took a step back in fear.

At the same time, I thought in my heart: Who is this person? He dares to offend the British. He must be calm.

Wei Jichen's soldiers were only one in a hundred, they were all killing people without calculation. They had just come off the battlefield, and they all had a strong evil aura on their bodies. These patrolmen who only knew how to use their power to bully the common people were not worthy of carrying their shoes.

Wei Jichen gave the order, and several soldiers quickly stepped forward, staring fiercely at the Chinese patrolmen and Indian guards.

"Damn it, didn't you hear me? I told you to put down your guns."

"Fuck, put down the gun." When the two soldiers saw that the patrolman in front was still holding it up, they couldn't help but stepped forward and punched and kicked him, causing the patrolman's head to be bruised and bleeding, and he was wailing.

When the other patrol officers saw this, they all quietly hid behind the British inspector, with their guns pointed at the ground. Apparently they did not dare to act rashly. They were all old-timers and knew that they could not interfere with this matter.

The soldiers of the Guards Corps came forward to collect them one by one.

The British Inspector couldn't believe what he was seeing.

An Indian who did not believe in evil raised his gun and was about to make a move. Wei Jichen moved as fast as lightning, and his wrist snapped with a snap.

The Indian screamed and dropped his rifle to the ground, causing everyone in the restaurant to feel in danger.

Originally, these guests were gathered around to watch the excitement. When they saw Wei Jichen's side really fired a gun, they couldn't help shouting and retreating to a distance of ten meters, watching the development of the situation.

"Whoever moves again will die!" Wei Jichen raised his hand and fired another shot, knocking the hat of the British inspector who was about to draw his gun to the ground.

The British inspector was so angry that he trembled all over. Seeing so many people on his side hiding behind and not daring to step forward, he couldn't help but shouting: "You useless people, hurry up."

Those patrolmen were just paid to do things. When they met such a fierce guy like Wei Jichen, who dared to step forward, their faces were half green and half red, and they retreated even more.

Seeing that he could no longer command those people, the British inspector stepped forward and scolded Wei Jichen: "Who are you? You dare to attack the police of the British Empire. You are destroying the relationship between your Qing Dynasty and the British Empire."

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that it is not your turn to make the decision on the Chinese territory." Wei Jichen stopped when he saw that he had a good opportunity. He winked and the guards protected him and slowly walked to the door.

At the door of the restaurant, gunshots were heard. Hundreds of people had surrounded them without knowing when, all pointing inside.

"When did the British Concession become the territory of you Qing people!"

The crowd was separated, and Wilson, the British chief inspector of the police station, walked in slowly with more than a hundred soldiers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to disturb your meal." Wilson took off his hat and bowed to the guests in the restaurant.

Wei Jichen's face couldn't help but become ugly.

"Sir, I admire your courage for causing trouble in the concession of our British Empire. This inspector has just accompanied the imperial consul to sign a treaty to expand the concession with Sheng Xuanhuai, the Tianjin Customs Commissioner of your country. I wonder what this gentleman's name is?" Wilson asked with a smile.

Although he looked amiable, his words were meaningful.

In the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, China was defeated. Britain, France and other countries took the opportunity to expand their concessions in Tianjin without authorization. The Qing government protested to no avail, so it had to send Sheng Xuanhuai to discuss the redelineation of the concession.

Wilson meant that even your government dared not say a word when it came to my British Empire, so how dare you mess with us?

"Our lord is Wei Jichen, the commander of the Weizi Army!" Although Wang Huaiqing and others were surrounded, they were not afraid at all.

"Wei Jichen?" Wilson thought for a while, then suddenly realized, and then said with a smile: "I wonder who has such courage, it turns out to be Wei Jichen, a famous general of the Qing Dynasty who has led troops to defeat the Japanese army many times."

"Of course!" Wang Huaiqing said proudly.

Wilson's eyes turned cold, and he said gloomily: "Wei Jichen! Humph, even if the emperor of your country comes to the concession of my British Empire, he must abide by the laws of my British Empire. Anyone who offends the dignity of my British Empire will be severely punished by my British Empire."

"Come on, take these lunatics back to the police station for questioning." Wilson said with a sneer.

This time, more than a hundred policemen relied on their numbers and surrounded them.

"Sir, what should we do?" Wang Huaiqing was anxious and asked Wei Jichen's opinion softly.

Although Wei Jichen was furious, he knew clearly that if he and his men dared to resist, the British chief inspector on the other side would definitely order the shooting, given the arrogance of the British.

If he was taken back to the police station, he would at most be humiliated by the British. I believe that the court would send people to negotiate after hearing the news. However, if he resisted now, he might be fine, but these soldiers might die here.

"Go with them." Wei Jichen felt deeply humiliated. On the battlefield, he had never retreated, but now, he was powerless and could only let others humiliate him.

"My lord." Seeing the always tough Wei Jichen being humiliated, the soldiers shouted angrily.

"Damn it, fight with them. Kill one without compensation, and kill a pair to win." A soldier shouted.

"Put down your guns. If you don't think about your own lives, you should also think about your life." Wang Huaiqing scolded the soldier with tears in his eyes.

All the guards bowed their heads deeply.

The Chinese who were watching outside the gate heard that the person trapped inside was Wei Jichen, and he was going to be captured by the British.

There was a commotion and they began to make noises.

"Release General Wei!"

"Release General Wei!"

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The excited roars came one after another.

Wei Jichen was famous. He was not only a great hero in the eyes of ordinary people, but also a spiritual pillar of this decadent and backward country.

To arrest him and send him to the British Concession Police Station was not only an insult to Wei Jichen, but also an insult to the entire nation. Anyone who had a little sense of shame in their hearts would stand up.

The scene was a little out of control for a while.

Wilson didn't care so much. With an order, more than 50 patrolmen turned around and pointed their guns at the noisy crowd. Whoever dared to come forward would be killed without any mistake.

Wei Jichen's eyes were filled with tears. This country could still be saved, but he couldn't let ordinary people sacrifice for him. This shame was deeply remembered by himself.

Wei Jichen clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh. He didn't want to see bloodshed, and was about to step forward to persuade the people.

In the restaurant, a slender and meticulously dressed old British man suddenly walked up to Wilson and whispered a few words in his ear.

Wilson's face changed drastically, and he followed the old British man's gaze into the restaurant. Then, he ignored the noise and walked over quickly.