Chapter 62 General’s Mansion
Chapter 62 General’s Mansion
Guangfu, Jiangjun Road, garrison area,
The brightly lit general's office was as bright as day, and the heavily guarded meeting hall was so bright that not even a fly could fly in.
Inside the hall, a plump old man with his eyes closed was sitting at the head of the eight-immortals table.
Fuqi, who just came back from Foshan, was in a complicated mood. The reason was simple: a lot of things happened in the past two days.
Not only was the gunman he hired at great expense a demon of unknown origin, but his actions also almost made him unable to return to Foshan.
Although he hadn't done anything to harm himself, and his death in Foshan was his own fault, Fuqi still felt a little sorry.
Forget it, I don't want to.
Putting aside this bad thing, the rest are all good news. I think about Yan Wang who will arrive in Guangzhou the next day to help suppress the rebellion, and the famous Hong Kong and Cantonese actors who will be seen in the room tonight.
Fu Qi couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart. Once the King of Hell came, his life and property would be protected.
Once your life is safe, what could be better than power and beauty?
Once the rebels are eliminated, I will offer the most powerful medicine to the higher-ups, and maybe my position will be elevated even higher!
Just as the plump old man was imagining the future, the middle-aged military officer sitting on Fuqi's left hand said something bluntly that disturbed Fuqi's sweet dream.
"Deputy Governor Fu, it's a secret that the King of Hell came to Guangdong to suppress the rebellion. Why do you have to show up at this time?
You know, there are rumors out there that the old turtle has a new backer and is showing off!"
The middle-aged military officer spoke calmly and forcefully, not caring too much about Fu Qi's identity. "If the rebels infer something from your abnormal behavior, or receive some secret letters from all walks of life, and assassinate you when the King of Hell arrives, can you defend yourself?"
There are many righteous people in Fujian and Guangdong. The legends of these talented and ambitious people have been passed on by word of mouth among ordinary people and have long spread like wildfire.
In recent years, many talented people have emerged among the people, and from time to time, outstanding warriors have attempted to assassinate high-ranking officials of the Qing court, which has caused headaches for big figures like Fu Qi.
A year ago, a high-ranking officer of the Guangzhou garrison army collected more commercial taxes from merchants in the city, forcibly married several women from civilian families, and beat to death several old men who came to his house to argue.
In Fuqi's opinion, this assistant commander did not do anything bad, but such a law-abiding assistant commander was targeted by the vicious rebels.
Taking advantage of the assistant commander's 50th birthday a few months ago, these rebels sent him a big gift in the name of celebrating his birthday. However, the bomb was delivered to the host during the banquet and the imperial official was killed by the bomb, turning the birthday banquet into a funeral banquet.
This kind of thing cannot be said to be commonplace, but it can only be said to happen from time to time.
The thugs were so ferocious and violent that even though Fu Qi was the acting deputy governor of Guangzhou, he had to act with caution.
Originally, Fu Qi thought that after this gang of rebels killed an imperial official, they would calm down a little under the garrison's high-intensity search and suppression.
However, I didn't expect that this group of rebels would become more and more bold and act more and more undisguisedly.
In Fujian and Guangdong, more and more "vicious incidents" broke out, and many loyal court officials died. Fu Qi was overwhelmed and had to hide in the general's mansion and dared not go out casually.
Even though these poor county magistrates under him have their own methods, they are all skilled men who have been struggling for decades.
But in front of the murderous warriors of the rebels, no matter how carefully prepared the guards or the vicious dogs were, they were all useless.
Those who could survive the assassination attempt by this gang of rebels either hired a martial arts master with great skills at a large sum of money, or had a few foreign guns in their hands to intimidate the rebels.
Fu Qi had no other options. Apart from issuing an order to offer a large reward for his capture, he could only report to his superiors, hoping that the palace could send some experts to help.
As time went by, the effect of the wanted bounty became weaker and weaker, which made Fu Qi a little anxious. However, the palace did not forget about this treasure pot, and did not let Fu Qi wait any longer. It immediately sent the King of Hell to suppress the chaos in Fujian and Guangdong.
As a local emperor in Guangzhou, Fuqi certainly had no shortage of money, but for the sake of his own life, he also made a lot of preparations.
In addition to Haozi who came to him, he also personally hired three fighters who were famous in Guangdong and other places with a large sum of money.
As the saying goes, money makes the world go round. With a large sum of money, the three of them slept next to Fuqi like his personal bodyguards.
With their successful training skills, it is no different from being inseparable from Fu Qi.
At this time, beside the Eight Immortals Table, as Fu Qi opened his eyes, the three people standing behind him also looked at the middle-aged military officer.
Facing the middle-aged military officer's question, Fu Qi's somewhat plump face showed some unhappiness.
"Deputy Governor Feng, I don't need you to teach me how to do this.
The martial arts conference has invited so many important figures. If I don’t go, will the court still have face?
In the past few years, the rebels in Fujian and Guangdong have been in the spotlight enough, and it is time for them to restrain themselves.
If the tiger doesn't show its might, these monkeys will go crazy!"
Now that you have someone to back you up, you can speak with more confidence than before. Have you forgotten who gave you the nickname of old turtle?
The middle-aged military officer complained in his heart, looked at Fu Qi with some disdain, and then glanced at the three boxers behind him.
"With the protection of these three, as long as you don't run into a great master of the Three Practices, your life will be safe, Master Fu.
But warriors can only fight against warriors. If they encounter foreign guns and bombs, they can only protect themselves at best.
Do you expect them to risk their lives to protect you?"
The middle-aged military officer had a sharp eye and could tell the three men’s strengths and weaknesses at a glance. He left after giving them some advice.
"There's something I need to deal with at the tobacco shop, so I won't disturb Master Fu."
When the middle-aged military officer saw that Fu Qi's wretched advisor was not there today, he knew that the old man must have gone out to look for beauties for the lecher Fu Qi.
I don’t know which girl had the bad luck today to have to serve this old man who has no looks and no height.
The middle-aged military officer sighed, shook his head, walked out of the general's office and headed towards the opium den.
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The lights were still on in the general's office; the departure of the middle-aged military officer did not cause any commotion.
Dozens of elite soldiers were still patrolling among the densely packed houses, carrying foreign rifles and leading vicious dogs.
Outside the general's mansion, in the dark night, two figures, one big and one small, quietly looked at the huge manor.
Qin Huai, who was wearing a nightgown, looked at Xiang Hongying, who was carrying two guns, with a somewhat nervous expression.
"Miss Hongying, are you sure you want to come with me to settle accounts with that Guangfu general? This is a dangerous place that may be difficult to enter."
Hearing Qin Huai's whisper, Xiang Hongying smiled, fiddled with the two guns in his hands, and said softly,
"I don't have your three-trained skills, Brother Huai. I'll just fire my gun outside to help you attract the guards' attention."
Qin Huai was relieved to see that Xiang Hongying had no intention of going in to cause trouble for Fu Qi in person.
Looking at the bright moon gradually covered by dark clouds and the strong wind, Qin Huai curled his lips, "It's really a perfect night for murder when the moon is dark and a perfect day for arson when the wind is high."
Old man Fu, you are so lucky!
(End of this chapter)