The big bandit in the Red Mansion robbed Lin Daiyu at the beginning

"That's it!"

"in my opinion……"

"..."

Xiao Ai stood aside and silently recorded the opinions of these people.

Li Qingfeng was leaning lazily on the tiger-skin chair.

While drinking the strong tea that Xiangling had specifically asked him to brew, and listening to the noise in the room, he shook his head helplessly.

tonight,

Li Qingfeng, who couldn't sleep,

He simply called all the heads of the twelve halls on the mountain who were able to attend the meeting to come to Zhengjun Hall.

Based on the principle that if I can't sleep, no one else can sleep.

First, let Xiao Ai arrange the next course of action.

Now it’s time to distribute guns.

When Chocolate learned that he had been given an extra gun, he was so excited that he almost jumped up.

However, after the distribution, Xiao Ai checked the inventory and found that twenty more guns had been put into the warehouse that day.

So, these extra twenty guns suddenly became the fuse.

Every hall master wanted to give more to his own hall, and no one was willing to give in to anyone else.

Li Qingfeng was also annoyed by the noise, so he simply asked Xiao Ai to take care of the arrangements.

If Li Qingfeng and Xiao Ai were not still here, it might have turned into a fight.

Li Qingfeng was overwhelmed by the noise.

He coughed twice.

"Cough cough!"

But those noisy and rough guys were arguing loudly, so how could anyone hear what Li Qingfeng said?

Qingfeng Li shouted a few more times, but no one heard him.

Looking at the anxious look of the little maid Xiangling beside him, Li Qingfeng felt speechless.

Looking at those hall masters who were arguing with red faces and spitting everywhere, he was also very angry.

He simply reached to his waist, took out the imitation Type 54 rifle specially made by Xiao Ai, and fired two shots at the roof.

"Bang! Bang!!"

The loud gunshot instantly silenced the arguing hall masters.

Everyone looked at Qingfeng Li cautiously, and no one dared to speak.

With a "whoosh", dozens of guards dressed in blue and gold and holding bows, crossbows, swords and guns immediately rushed into the Zhengjun Hall.

However, they were all stunned when they saw that only their bee owner and a group of hall masters were present.

Qingfeng Li waved his hand.

"It's okay, let's go down!"

He added another sentence at the end.

"Well, someone, have someone clean up the roof tiles tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

The guards outside Zhengjun Hall came and went quickly. In just a few breaths, they all left Zhengjun Hall.

Li Qingfeng fell on the tiger-skin chair, shaking a replica of the May Fourth Movement.

Looking at the hall masters in front of him,

He cursed angrily,

"If anyone dares to say another word, I'll shoot him!"

All the hall masters subconsciously shrank their necks and dared not say a word.

Li Qingfeng sat up straight, looked at the hall masters, and cursed angrily,

"Look at what you've accomplished. Isn't it just twenty Type 38 rifles?"

"They're fighting like black-eyed chickens. If you didn't know, you'd think we were in a zoo!"

Although none of the hall masters dared to speak after being scolded by Li Qingfeng,

But when I saw that kid Zhao Dagou,

He actually stared at the imitation May Fourth Movement in his hand with shining eyes.

Qingfeng Li almost lost his temper.

Then, Li Qingfeng stood up, turned off the safety, walked up to Zhao Dagou with the imitation Type 54 rifle, and shook the gun in his hand.

"Why? Want it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dagou looked at Li Qingfeng with shining eyes.

"Bee Master, are you really going to give it to me?"

Qingfeng Li was speechless.

"I'll give you two big cunts, do you want them?"

Zhao Dagou shook his head repeatedly when he heard this.

"Well, I don't want it!"

Looking at Zhao Dagou's serious expression,

Li Qingfeng, who was originally upset, was so angry that he laughed at this kid Zhao Dagou.

Qingfeng Li smiled, shook his head, and sighed softly.

"You little bastard! You really deserve a beating!"

Zhao Dagou smiled awkwardly and scratched his head, like a big kid who had done something wrong.

Then he looked at everyone and said,

"What a waste of your time! Isn't it just twenty guns?"

"The Type 38 rifles in the back mountain are about to go into mass production. How many of your guns will be needed by then?"

All the hall masters lowered their heads and dared not speak. They were not like the big dog who could see the peak master so often and be so close to him.

What if I say something wrong and get shot by the Peak Master? Where can I go to seek justice?

Then I heard Qingfeng Li say,

"Since everyone is arguing, then I won't give you any of the twenty strokes!"

"Ah? Peak Master, we..."

"Peak Master..."

"Don't……"

Before they could finish their words, Qingfeng Li waved his hand to signal everyone to be silent, and then continued,

"Type 38 rifle, before the war, make sure every elite soldier in your arsenal has one!"

"As for you hall masters..."

As he spoke, Qingfeng Li looked around and slammed the imitation Type 54 in his hand on the table.

"A real man would fight for this!"