In the Chinese Guild Hall, more than a thousand Chinese gathered here. Seeing Ye Ting being carried in the hall, all the Chinese were filled with indignation, and they all gnashed their teeth in hatred towards the white people.
"Why, why did they burn my house? Kill our president?"
"Who told us to make a living on other people's territory?"
“I heard it’s because Liu Zhenming, the man who assassinated the President of the United States, fled to us!”
"Did he bring disaster to us?"
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The crowd was talking a lot. Everyone was grieving and confused. They didn't know what to do. Some were angry at the white thugs, some were resentful towards Liu Zhenming, and most of them were confused about the future.
The Chinese Association has an armed force of about 200 people, accounting for one-fifth of the total number of Chinese in Toronto. This is mainly due to Ye Ting's usual caution. There are about fifty revolvers and countless other swords.
These people gathered almost all the Chinese in Chinatown into the guild hall, and then stood guard around the guild hall. When Liu Zhenming, Ye Geyin and his entourage appeared, these people were all surprised.
"Brother Liu, I never thought you were the hero who killed the President of the United States." A Niu held a long knife in his hand and his honest face was very excited.
Liu Zhenming did not expect that this boy would also be a member of the club's guard, so he patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.
Walking into the courtyard of the guild hall, Liu Zhenming saw that the place was brightly lit, with countless torches lit around it, and the place was packed with Chinese people.
"Here we come, Ye Geyin is back."
"Who's that next to you?"
"It should be Liu Zhenming."
"Is he the one who killed the President of the United States?"
The appearance of several people caused a commotion in the crowd.
Someone started shouting at Liu Zhenming to get out.
"Liu Zhenming, it's because of you that we suffered this disaster. Do you still have the nerve to stay here?"
"That is, as long as you take the initiative to step forward, those white people will definitely move back."
"Liu Zhenming, we beg you, please leave here."
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Of course, most people were silent and stood still.
Liu Zhenming has not spoken yet.
After Ye Geyin heard this, his chest heaved with anger. He couldn't help but burst into anger and roared: "You people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, shut up. Just now, when Brother Liu and I were resisting the white people outside, you
What are you doing? You are feeling sorry for yourself! The brothers outside risked their lives to protect you. Did they say anything?"
The crowd stopped for a moment, and most people lowered their heads, looking ashamed. However, someone replied: "We have paid our dues, and of course the guild will protect us."
"Besides, what we said was wrong. If Liu Zhenming hadn't come here, would the foreigners have attacked our Chinatown?"
Ye Geyin's prestige is not as great as that of Ye Ting, so he cannot suppress some of the senior people among them.
After Ye Geyin heard this, his eyes were about to burst out with fire, but he was so angry that he stood there speechless.
"Brother Liu, did you really kill the President of the United States?" Han Qiaoer pulled Liu Zhenming's clothes in disbelief and asked in a low voice. She did not expect that Brother Liu, who had always been friendly with her, was actually an extraordinary person.
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Liu Zhenming smiled, touched the little girl's head, then took a step forward and looked at the Chinese people who were glaring at him without flinching.
Strictly speaking, these people were indeed implicated by Liu Zhenming, but now that the thugs have invaded, there is no point in arguing anymore and will only waste everyone's time to escape.
"Everyone, I am Liu Zhenming, the Liu Zhenming who killed US President McKinley!" Liu Zhenming did not hide anything and clearly revealed his identity.
Looking at the people with different expressions below, Liu Zhenming said with a sad face: "A long time ago, I had a dream, that is, we Chinese can live on this land equally like white people, but, I
I discovered that this dream has always been a dream, if we place our hopes on white people.”….
As Liu Zhenming spoke, he entered the system and then used his military advisor skills to seduce.
Bewitching, using your sharp tongue to persuade others to agree with your words and resonate with your words, its effect is like the sensation caused by Hitler advocating his ideals in front of the public.
The target is two thousand people.
Of course, if Hitler had the skills of a military advisor, he might have done better than Liu Zhenming. Liu Zhenming used to be just a small person. Although he was not a taciturn person, he was not an eloquent person either.
However, his knowledge is greater than that of the people below, and his thoughts are deeper than those of the people below.
After Liu Zhenming cast his bewitchment, he suddenly raised his voice and said heartbrokenly: "Compatriots, yes, I assassinated the President of the United States. It was because I wanted to resist. I was not willing to become a pitiable bastard in the eyes of white people forever. White people can do whatever they want.
The target of bullying.”
Liu Zhenming ripped open his clothes and said loudly: "Look, these are the shame left by the white people. Who among us has not been bullied by them? In this world, many things have to be fought for by ourselves."
Yes, if we keep living quietly and regard ourselves as inferior people, then we will always be inferior people, and our sons and grandsons will always be inferior to others. I, Liu Zhenming, am not willing to accept it. I, Liu Zhenming, do not want to see it.
I want my descendants to live in this forever slave society, so I want to resist."
Seeing the scar on Liu Zhenming's chest, the people below who heard Liu Zhenming's words began to get excited, because everyone was usually oppressed by white people in various ways, so it was easy to resonate with him.
Moreover, the military master's skill and enchantment spread this emotion to the greatest extent.
Liu Zhenming's words echoed in everyone's minds and ears.
Not willing to give in! Not willing to give in!
Liu Zhenming's words were like a bell, enlightening and inspiring, reverberating in their minds and tugging at their hearts.
Will our children and grandchildren be like us and suffer the oppression of white people forever?
Everyone turned their attention to the man in front of them, the man who dared to assassinate the President of the United States alone. It seemed that what he said was the truth. Not only should he not be criticized for what he did, but he should be praised, because what he did
It is not just for him, but for all Chinese people to no longer be oppressed and humiliated by white people.
"Compatriots! It's time to rise up and resist. When white people point their noses and scold us, when foreigners act recklessly and burn down our houses, in addition to silently enduring it, we can also stand up and raise the guns in our hands.
If you resist, we will yell: Fuck you! You just have a different skin color from ours, why should you bully us?"
"We want to shout angrily: Princes, generals, and prime ministers, would you rather have a species? We want to eliminate all inequalities in the world, and we want to find a way to survive for our descendants. Once, our nation has always stood on the top of the world. Is it just
Because of a hundred backwards, will we be left behind forever? In order to survive and for future generations, we must fight! Kill, kill everyone who dares to bully us, kill! We will not be lambs, we will be tigers and wolves, kill! Use the weapons in our hands