Suddenly, the phone rang in the villa lobby.

Soon after, Luo Ning's personal maid came up and whispered to the door.

"Sir, Chief Lu is looking for you."

"knew."

Zhang Yong got up lazily.

Yawning, dressing, guessing what's going on.

It is definitely not a Japanese invader.

No prompt.

Get dressed and go down to the first floor lobby.

The phone has already hung up. He said he would call again in ten minutes. It means that there is really something important.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, the phone rang again.

Zhang Yong picked up the microphone casually.

"Shaolong..."

"Sir Lu, what happened?"

"The Frenchman fought with the Flying Tigers. It was at Danfou Club."

"Okay, I'll go there."

Zhang Yong understood the other party’s difficulties. He was the one who could not afford to offend him.

In Yunnan Province, the French have always been like the Supreme Emperor. They are above their brilliance and arrogant.

I am used to being arrogant. No one dares to do anything to them.

But now, the Flying Tigers are here. Most of them are Americans. Other countries also have them.

Everyone is a foreigner. This will not give you too much French expression.

Especially the beautiful Chinese, they are not interested in the French. They even have a little disgusted.

It should be noted that the League of Nations was first proposed by the Beautiful Kingdom. But in the end, the Beautiful Kingdom did not participate.

It was deliberately disrupted by Britain and France, which undermined the beautiful Chinese.

The prepared cake was snatched.

【Your adventure has increased】

【Your Power +1】

【Your Power +1】

There are system information prompts.

OK, come again.

The force is flying bricks.

No. It's a powerful flying man.

A bunch of French people were thrown by him last night.

I guess the same drama will be staged tonight.

To be honest, a little irritable.

However, there seems to be no better way.

A miracle is done with great force.

One force reduces ten times.

For those foreigners, they just have to be simple and crude.

As long as the fist is hard enough, the other party has to accept it.

They only surrender to the strong.

Go out.

Get in the car.

Close your eyes and rest on the road.

These foreigners really need to be fucked!

Especially the French guys.

Haven't played enough yesterday?

Others are afraid of these foreign masters, so Zhang Yong doesn’t care.

After all, I was born under the red flag in my previous life and grew up in the spring breeze. I had no fear of the so-called foreigners.

Our Chinese warships have all entered the Thames River. Is it still a foreigner?

Of course, adequate safety measures are required.

The first one to go into battle was of course the Wan camp. That was Zhang Yong's thug.

He would not rush in alone, nor would he hope the Yunnan army around him. He must be trusted by his own people.

When the people from Wan camp called Da, they immediately took action. However, the Yunnan army present may not dare.

After all, in Kunming, the French are really arrogant.

"Report!"

Chen Kunyu is here.

It brought a full company.

The machine guns came in five large trucks.

It is not an ordinary Czech light machine gun. It is a 7mm M2HB Browning heavy machine gun.

Lao Ganma, with this large diameter, can easily penetrate 30 cm thick walls. Even if she hides behind the walls, she will die on the spot.

This is the deterrent effect.

When necessary, Zhang Yong would really order the shooting. He would bear all the consequences.

“Watch out.”

"yes."

After making arrangements, Zhang Yongcai went in.

Lu Han came out of it and his face looked very bad. He was obviously angry.

The French cannot afford to offend them, and the Americans cannot afford to offend them.

Alas, it's so frustrating.

It is clear that Kunming is our Chinese territory.

"I'll deal with it!"

"good."

Zhang Yong stepped in.

I found that the club was already in a mess.

There were broken glass pieces everywhere on the ground, with glass cups and glass bottles.

The flowing wine includes red wine, white wine, and human blood.

Whether it is French or American, people are injured. Blood is pouring.

Those French people don't know each other. They are not in the same group as last night.

Seeing Zhang Yong come in, only Chennard stood up. He was fine. But his expression seemed helpless.

The Flying Tigers are not a powerful organization. They are mercenaries.

His subordinates were recruited. To put it bluntly, they just used money to work. They would do it if they were given money. They wouldn't do it if they didn't.

It is impossible for such a person to expect good discipline.

Unless you have strong enough methods to make the other party surrender and dare not act rashly.

“Stand up!”

"Everyone stood up!"

Zhang Yong suddenly roared, and the sound shocked everyone's eardrums buzzed.

Everyone was shocked, including Lu Han.

No one knows what Zhang Yongfa is.
To be continued...