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Chapter 2002 Madman and Warrior

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    The flames gradually spread, and the flames seemed like a big mouth, swallowing up all materials close to them with the breeze.

    Fang Xing was watching all this, his cheeks trembled and he said, "There's no rush."

    Yu Qian gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Xinghe, if you don't go there will be a big fire."

    "Just make it big!"

    Fang Xing stared ahead. If anyone followed his gaze, they would find that he was not looking at the raging scholars at all, but at the businessmen and clerks.

    Flames have swept through five stores, and the sound of crying was loud.

    Looking around, half of Jinan City was illuminated by the flames that broke through the roof.

    Countless people ignored the night ban and walked out of their homes, looking at the distant fire with worry.

    ¡°Everyone was waiting for this collision, but no one thought that it would happen in this way.

    Where is Xinghebo?

    He should stop this riot!

    Shen Shitou stood behind Fang Xing. Yu Qian gave him several looks but remained indifferent.

    His mission was to take Fang Xing away in a critical moment. As for the rest, that was not in his consideration.

    Shen Shitou still believes that Fang Xing will not ignore the people's misfortune.

    "Uncle Xinghe"

    Yu Qian begged for the second time.

    Fang Xing shook his head slightly and said, "I want to see if they dare to resist or if they will just accept it!"

    Yu Qian was startled, and immediately said angrily: "This is not an academy, nor is it a laboratory!"

    A strange smile appeared on Fang Xing's lips, "If they don't take action today, it proves that the influence of the gentry is still deep-rooted. Given time and the right time, they will come back again, and that is what I don't want to see.  For that I want to see it.¡±

    Yu Qian closed his eyes, lowered his head slowly, and said in a low voice: "But those people are innocent, we are just sitting back and watching."

    "A quarter of an hour!"

    Fang Xing stretched out a finger.

    The chaos continues and intensifies.

    Reason is disappearing and evil thoughts are rising.

    The shopkeepers ran to the streets and watched their places burn to ashes.

    Some people howled, some cursed, and some were dumbfounded.

    "Dad!"

    A young man was holding a baggage and was being chased by several scholars. A middle-aged man rushed out from the fleeing crowd. He waved: "Yu'er, run!"

    The baggage carried by the young man was a bit heavy, and he ran slower and slower.

    "Yu'er"

    A scholar chased after him with a ferocious smile, threw the stick in his hand, and hit the young man's heel.

    "ah¡­¡­"

    The young man fell heavily to the ground, but he was still holding the baggage.

    He raised his head and shouted: "Dad"

    The nosebleed spurting from his face stung the middle-aged man¡¯s eyes, and the scholar who caught up behind stepped on his son¡¯s back. This was even more

    Flame!

    The middle-aged man¡¯s eyes are burning with fire!

    "My name is Nima!"

    The middle-aged man was trembling all over. He turned around and grabbed an old man's crutches, and rushed forward crying.

    The young man was stepped on by two scholars and beaten wildly. As the sticks danced, the violence hidden in human nature suddenly emerged.

    The screams will not stop the violence, but will stimulate the adrenaline glands of the perpetrators.

    The stick became more and more free of taboos. Just as the stick was raised high, a loud shout came.

    The scholar who was about to slap the young man on the head looked up and saw a pair of crazy eyes.

    He swore he had never seen such a look in his life.

    What does it look like?

    A beast protecting its cubs?

    Still a mad bull

    "Dad"

    With this shout of joy, the crutch came through the air and hit the scholar hard on the chin.

    With a click, the scholar's head tilted heavily to the right, blood andteeth flying in the air!

    Another scholar, carrying a wooden stick, watched blankly as the father rushed over and waved his crutch for the second time.

    These businessmen!  They used to be very respectful to us.

    How dare he attack us? Is he crazy?

      "Bastard"

    The crutch hit the scholar's left arm with a crisp sound.

    "ah¡­¡­"

    Amid the screams, the middle-aged man helped his son up and saw that his nose was crooked, his lips were swollen, and he was limping. He couldn't help but wailed: "You bastards"

    He supported his son and stood in front of him, with two scholars lying at his feet.

    The scholars in front stared blankly at this scene. Flames shot into the sky around them, and the sound of heavy objects falling could be heard from time to time.

    The businessmen were also watching this scene blankly.

    What they saw was a father¡¯s roar and fearlessness!

    The father, who was still angry, looked at his son's miserable condition, and his anger rose again.

    "Why?"

    No one answered his lonely questions, so he became even more furious.

    "Come on! I'm right here, come and hit me! Come and hit me!"

    The middle-aged man beat his chest with the head of his cane, roaring and provoking at the scholars.

    "I'm still a little scared!"

    Fang Xing said disappointedly.

    Yu Qian shook his head and said, "Uncle Xinghe, let's do it."

    Fang Xing nodded, then raised his right hand in the darkness.

    There were footsteps behind him, and the evil spirit gradually gathered.

    Yu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, but was also silently sad.

    He was sad for those scholars.

    Those who are violent and cruel, as well as unscrupulous.

    He remembered what Fang Xing said.

    ¡ª¡ªThere is a devil hidden in most people's hearts. Once released, it can turn a gentleman into a madman; it can turn an honest man into a warrior!

    "And now a devil's play is being staged. Some people have become madmen, releasing their inner violence; and some people have become warriors, challenging a group of madmen alone.

    "etc!"

    Fang Xing suddenly shouted, Xin Laoqi turned around and pressed his hands, and the footsteps stopped.

    "Uncle Xinghe"

    Fang Xing¡¯s face showed a little excitement and he said, ¡°See for yourself.¡±

    Yu Qian looked up and saw a scene that he would never forget.

    The scholars were enraged and rushed over waving sticks.

    But this is nothing, because on the opposite side, the businessmen and guys have already started to fight back.

    "Fight! If you win, your wages for this year will be doubled! All decoctions and medicines will be included!"

    Several shopkeepers are old and are encouraging us from behind.

    "Hit me hard! If you die, I will support your family for ten years!"

    The two sides collided suddenly, various weapons were waved in the firelight, and the screams were almost continuous.

    After a face-to-face meeting, the scholar¡¯s ??number was almost six to one, but he was still being chased and beaten.

    But those guys, encouraged by the heavy reward, chased after him without fear of death. For a while, the scene was in chaos, running around in pursuit.

    "The fighting ability is too poor. We can't bring peace to the country with letters, and we can't defend the country with weapons. We can't even win in a fight. You're useless!"

    Fang Xing waved his hand fiercely, and Xin Laoqi shouted: "Attack!"

    Puff puff!

    This is not a battle, the main purpose is to intimidate, so when the neat footsteps sounded, both groups stopped and looked into the darkness together.

    Puff puff¡­¡­

    The footsteps in the darkness became faster and faster, and gradually, an array shrouded in steel appeared.

    Looking at darkness in the light is like looking down at hell from heaven.

    So an army emerged from hell!

    Puff puff!

    The sound of footsteps beats on the long street, and also beats on the hearts of those who are gradually becoming sluggish.

    "It's him!"

    A scream broke the silence, and then someone shouted: "It's Fang Xing!"

    In an instant, without anyone's command, the scholars abandoned their weapons, turned around and ran towards the merchant, as fast as a galloping horse, without any trace of the embarrassed fleeing they had just been beaten.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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