My future is invincible?

Chapter 33 Fairness
Fair, fair, damn it's fair!
This is the most common word in the flyers and slogans distributed on the streets of the city after the martial arts group and the party members combined. Young people who were selected from all walks of life to become martial artists, after receiving the bombardment education of modern Amway, often took more martial artists to strike hard at the old order of their industry!
What bullshit nepotism, what bullshit bribery and gift-giving, what bullshit clan etiquette.

The nets make it hard to breathe and resist.

The scraps you get are leftovers from other people's meals, like a gift to wild dogs. Not only that, they throw it to you and ask you to be grateful.

And in the blink of an eye.

You haven't even taken a few bites of the bones with little meat on them before they make up excuses to take them back, and even ask you to pay double tribute.

After becoming a warrior, your fists will be harder than steel and iron.

just now……

As long as you have talent or catch the eye of a master, you can become a warrior.

What you couldn’t get in the past, you can now get it yourself!
When the Immortal Master comes, there will be fairness! When the Warrior comes, there will be justice!
In this era, too many people are struggling to make ends meet or even on the line between life and death.

The young man in the car was eating Western fast food, while the peasants outside were selling their children with sad faces. No one wanted to eat Western fast food, and no one wanted to sell their children to support their families. In the past, when facing the gun, resistance was mostly the last cry when there was no other way out.

The shouts were soon drowned out by the dense gunfire.

It's different now.

If you want to cover up the warriors' shouts, guns alone are not enough, you need explosive packs, cannons, and the roar of ironclad ships! Coincidentally, the warriors also have guns, cannons, and ironclad ships, so it's fair!
"Rebellion, rebellion, you mob! Troublemakers! You have destroyed my family business for three generations. You will not have a good death. The heavenly soldiers of the Qing Dynasty will definitely kill all nine generations of your clan!"

"Have mercy, have mercy! Master Warrior, we really didn't sell piglets! We just took advantage of the women to make some money!"

"Let me go! I am a high-ranking official in the imperial court. How can you rebels be qualified to judge me? A few unruly people dared to sue me. So what if they were fed to the dogs?"

"The evildoers will be punished by heaven! You are so cruel to the people and wantonly amass wealth. How can you be legitimate? How can you have long-term future?!"

Dean, the president of the Sindhu Transportation Company, who drove himself, was annoyed by the terrible traffic conditions. The roads in the city, especially near the street lights, were in a mess.

The occasional gunshots, the loud announcements of the warriors, and the noise of the citizens rushing to expose the truth all told Dean that the city was bleeding, and the mobs, under the instigation of the evil magician, were committing inhumane atrocities against respectable gentlemen, and even those of them who were not subject to the laws of Xinghan were affected.

The occasional praise and comments from his wife Filia in the back seat made Dean so irritated that he wanted to kill someone.

All this is because of the evil magician Lan Yi!

As long as he disappeared.

Then this peaceful, rich and docile land will return to its original state, and the women bewitched by his magic will return to normal.

That damn magician is so arrogant and careless.

There was no hiding of his whereabouts at all.

Lan Yi, who still needed to eat and breathe, would never have thought that there was still a woman around him who had not been bewitched and had already given him a chronic poison today. He would never have thought that while he was having fun with other people's wives and daughters, there were already assassins who had buried explosives or carried explosives on their backs and persuaded Albert and others to send him to hell.

In addition, Dean also successfully contacted the commander of the fleet heading south to punish the Warrior Group.

The commander was shocked when he heard Lan Yi's coordinates and time.

He immediately patted his chest and promised that he would send the cannon at a certain time to send the licentious magician to hell.

Dean also asked the most devout priest for a cross blessed by the Vatican bishop himself. He had sharpened the cross to make it very sharp and gave it to his wife Filia, who had regained her sanity after the cross and agreed to his request.

Next, just wait...

When Dean thought about personally delivering his cold, beautiful and abstinent wife to Lan Yi's bed, his eyes turned red and he honked the horn several times harder.

patience!
"Filia, I'm sorry to make you suffer the insult of the evil magician again. Your beauty will definitely make him bewildered and let his guard down."

"Oh." The president's wife's voice turned a little colder.

"Don't worry. I swear that as long as our plan succeeds, we can return home immediately. Not only will the Prime Minister favor me, but even the Queen will confer a knighthood on me."

Dean chattered on and on, describing a bright future.

He didn't notice that his wife's cold and beautiful face became even colder.

Sometimes, for a woman, appearance is not the most boastful and eye-catching thing, but rather a strong insult and blow.

Sensitive Filia could tell when she was rational.

The man who made her fall in love and brought her back to the sweetness of being in love when she was 18 and who valued her ability rather than just her beauty.

This really...fascinates her.

International Press Club.

This Western-style villa has now become Lan Yi's daily living and office.

By the way, a group of warriors and party members also moved in. The reason is very simple. Whoever is closer to power will have more power.

It is conceivable that this place is naturally crowded with people and traffic. The people coming and going include not only warriors, merchants, technicians, and officials, but also citizens who come to pay their respects, curious foreign reporters, spies from the north, martial artists who come to serve, and knowledgeable people who try to display their talents.

If I could meet Master Lan Yi.

That's equivalent to reaching heaven in one step!
If Immortal Master Lan Yi still values me, entrusts me with important tasks, and grants me military power or soldiers, then I will be a part of the blue sky, and the green smoke from my ancestral grave will rush to the sky!
Logically speaking, it is basically impossible for Dean to see Lan Yi.

Even though he is a prominent foreigner.

What are foreigners?
In the eyes of party members and warriors, foreigners are also human beings, and they have many shortcomings.

But if Dean was sending Lady Filia for an interview, the warriors in charge of inspection and guarding would have no reason to stop him. Not only did they not stop him, they also let this patient foreign gentleman pass with strange smiles on their faces. Even the inspection was waived because of Filia.

Dean felt as if there was a fire burning on his face.

With his gums almost bleeding from biting them, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that a few Sindhu people who looked not much different from the Xinghan people had mixed in with the bustling crowd.

(End of this chapter)