Chapter 46 The world has always been strong against the weak
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When Liu Zhenming saw that he had reached a secluded place, he couldn't help but stop, turned his head and looked at Ye Ting.
Ye Geyin didn't want to see his father conflict with Liu Zhenming, so he couldn't help but walked a few steps quickly, got in the middle, and said softly: "Dad, how can you blame all this on Brother Liu."
"Am I wrong? He is very skilled in martial arts and is not afraid of being pursued by Americans. But ordinary Chinese will have to endure greater discrimination and pressure from now on."
Ye Ting pushed his son away and looked at Liu Zhenming angrily, just as his eyes met.
If Ye Ting just felt that Liu Zhenming's eyes only had a faint murderous look, at this time, he almost lowered his head, because at this time, Liu Zhenming's eyes were too sharp, like a sharp sword unsheathed, piercing the sky.
, with a majestic and mighty bearing, overwhelming the mountains, giving him an irresistible feeling of powerlessness.
"Haha!" Liu Zhenming raised his head and smiled, with helplessness and pain in his laughter.
After laughing, Liu Zhenming looked at Ye Ting again with a heart-piercing gaze.
"What a huge joke." Liu Zhenming's eyes swept over the Chinese people around him one by one, and all of them lowered their heads when he was struck by him.
"Because of me, because of me, tens of thousands of Chinese families were separated and their families were destroyed? Last year, the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China and captured the capital in one fell swoop. The old witch from the Qing court fled like a bereaved dog. Thousands of families were massacred across the land of China.
The dead are bleeding like rivers and corpses are scattered everywhere. Why? Is it because of me?" Liu Zhenming opened his eyes and said angrily: "No, it's because he didn't resist, it's because he was greedy for life and afraid of death."
"The Qing army had hundreds of thousands of troops, with countless grain, grass and ammunition, but they fell apart in one fell swoop. The coalition army of 20,000 to 30,000 marched straight in. This is because from top to bottom, everyone was greedy for life, afraid of death, and cherished their lives." Liu Zhenming thought of something else.
In the ensuing war of aggression against China, although there were two or three passionate people, the entire nation tolerated the humiliation but did not bear the burden.
Only when the country was about to be subjugated was the entire nation forced to take up swords and guns. At that time, how many people had already died in the invasion of foreign powers and under the butcher's knife of the enemy? If it had been at the beginning
The entire nation took up the sword, so how could such a tragedy happen?
Because we love deeply, we hate it without fighting!
Liu Zhenming only felt a burst of anger bursting from his chest, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. He said in a deep voice: "Since ancient times, benevolence only harms people, and morality has never been true. If you don't see it, the liger has gained a reputation as its prey. Who can pity the elk?"
Pity? The world has always been about the strong eating the weak. Even if it is reasonable, it is in vain. Don't ask. Men have their own male behavior. Male behavior should be violent. Things and benevolence do not go hand in hand. Killing one is a crime. Killing ten thousand is a male. Killing ten thousand is a male.
If you get nine million, you will be the hero among heroes. I would rather teach everyone to gnash their teeth and hate you, than teach me and no one will scold me!"
"You, if you are willing to be that elk, don't ask me to pity you! I want to be that liger, whose blood has flowed thousands of miles, and whose corpse is pillowed on Qianxun Mountain. When a strong man fights, he sleeps on his enemy's corpse when tired! Just stick out your neck,
Let those foreigners chop off your heads! I, Liu Zhenming, will not accompany you. Even if I die, I will take two bites of meat from the foreigners' legs." Liu Zhenming flicked his sleeves and walked away.
Liu Zhenming's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting him hard on the head, leaving him stunned and speechless for a long time.
Ever since he became the president and director of the Toronto Chinese Association, he has endured the humiliation and tried his best to maintain the order of Chinatown, being careful not to cause conflicts with foreigners, and acting like a groveling grandson, just to keep the peace of one side.
Liu Zhenming's words undoubtedly subverted all his perceptions...
"The strong always eats the weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain!" Ye Ting murmured to himself and repeated this sentence, unconsciously.
"Dad, I want to be like Brother Liu, not an elk but a liger!" Ye Geyin looked at his father who was standing quietly, there was no confusion in his eyes, only perseverance and courage remained.
"Director, we are not ready to endure it anymore. Liu Zhenming is right. If you want not to be bullied, you have to raise your fists. We are ready to follow him." Three more people bowed their hands to Ye Ting and followed Ye Ting.
Song turned around and walked away.
Only Ye Ting and a few other hesitant Chinese were left.
Ye Geyin ran a few steps quickly, caught up with Liu Zhenming at the corner, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Liu, where are you going? I have decided to follow you."
"Good boy!" Liu Zhenming patted Ye Geyin's shoulder and smiled happily. He had also felt this just now and relieved the tightness in his chest.
Liu Zhenming had already made up his mind about what to do next. He smiled calmly and said, "I'm going to BC to build a Chinese-dominated city there. If anyone dares to bully us, we will drive them away with guns and cannons."
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When the Toronto police arrived at the American Chamber of Commerce, Liu Zhenming had already left for a long time.
Police Chief Luther looked at the corpses lying on the ground and couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He suppressed the nausea in his chest and looked all the way through.
However, when he saw the headless corpse with its head thrown away not far away, and his eyes widened in horror, he couldn't bear it any longer.
With a loud bang, he even vomited out what he had eaten last night.
"Whose hands did these Americans die at?" After vomiting, Luther's condition improved a lot. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the residue at the corners of his mouth, and asked seriously.
Many intelligence agencies are actually semi-public. For example, the American intelligence agency here only collects some routine information from Canada. The Toronto government also turns a blind eye.
"Some witnesses outside said it was Chinese who did it." A police sergeant quickly replied.
"Are there any survivors?" Luther raised his head in surprise and asked again.
The Chinese did it. He really couldn't believe it. Americans now implemented colonial rule in the Philippines, Cuba and other American regions. The rebels there were still fighting the Americans. Luther thought it was these people at first.
He never thought that it would be a Chinese who did it. Could it be that since that Chinese assassinated the President of the United States, the entire Chinese community has gone to war against white people?
The police sergeant shook his head, spread his hands and replied: "There are no survivors. A total of twenty-six people were brutally killed by the murderer."
"Explain this to the Americans first." Luther took off his hat, touched his hair, and said after thinking for a while.
Luther didn't need to explain, Benjamin had already appeared at the door with a dozen agents.
Benjamin's face looked very ugly. He took out the arrest warrant handed over to him by Washington and his own identification certificate, and walked in.
After Luther verified it, he looked at the big man from Washington and said with a sad face: "We deeply sympathize with what happened to the people in your country. It is said that it was a Chinese who did it."
"Chinese!" Benjamin clenched his fists and followed Luther to the inner room.
"Yes, he is Chinese, and the murderer is just one person." When Luther heard the news at first, he couldn't believe it at all. Luther thought that after he told this Benjamin, Benjamin would be like him.
Unbelievable.
However, Luther was disappointed, and Benjamin was not surprised at all. He just walked expressionlessly until he reached the wall with blood on it.
"Jie Long, translate it." Benjamin led people to hunt down Liu Zhenming. Of course, among the agents, there must be people who understand and speak Chinese.
"This sentence seems to be: The Lord's judgment is coming!" Jielong replied with some uncertainty, because the words above were simplified Chinese characters, so he could only guess.