1890: I'm in Hextech Brawl in America

Chapter 17 Where can I find medicine?

Without wasting time looking for the key to unlock the door, Fang Jianqiu ran over and dragged one of the foreigners over.

He lifted his thigh through the gap, pressed it against the bridle lock, then drew his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A piercing metallic clang rang out, accompanied by a shower of sparks.

With the added power of the sword, the lock was easily destroyed, and the bullet finally pierced the foreigner's thigh, avoiding ricochet.

"Clang~"

Fang Jianqiu, completely unconcerned, simply pulled open the scorching hot sheet of metal with his hand and was about to walk inside.

Xiao Yuanshan arrived from behind and quickly said:

"Brother Fang, don't rush. With Brother Ye like this, some of his flesh is probably stuck to the iron cage! We need to get him out gently."

"Thank you for the reminder, Brother Xiao. Please keep an eye on the surrounding area as well."

Fang Jianqiu nodded seriously before entering the cage.

He first checked Ye Lang's breathing; fortunately, the boy was still holding on.

So Fang Jianqiu slowly picked him up, and in the process, one could even hear some tearing sounds, which was already unavoidable.

"Ugh!"

As if stimulated by the pain of the flesh being torn apart, Ye Lang woke up.

"Fang...Brother Fang?!"

The boy's voice was extremely weak, but his consciousness was still relatively clear, which was probably good news.

"Okay, don't talk anymore. Conserve your energy. If you have any questions, ask them when you've recovered."

Ye Lang slowly nodded, Fang Jianqiu bent down and stepped out of the iron cage, and Xiao Yuanshan immediately stepped forward to check, sighing repeatedly:

"Oh, what a tragedy!"

Fang Jianqiu looked at the once clear and handsome face of the young man, which was now covered with blisters and whip marks, and several pieces of skin were even permanently left on the iron plate.

The anger only intensified after the boy was rescued.

"Brother Xiao, you're very experienced. Is Ye Lang in danger in this state?"

"Sigh, we didn't arrive too late, at least the child is still conscious and alert. But the key is his wounds; we need medicine to treat them, otherwise, if the poison gets into his body in a day or two..."

Xiao Yuanshan didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was clear.

Medicine! We need medicine!

Where on this huge plantation could you find medicine?

The answer is simple: there must be medicine in the largest manor house on this plantation.

That was also the residence of the foreigner Hans.

"Kobayashi needs medicine too."

Fang Jianqiu understood, but he couldn't take Brother Xiao and Xi Ya'er with him on the subsequent route, as that would be too dangerous.

He looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said:

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Brother Xiao to take Ye Lang away and hide him for now. I'll go get the medicine."

Xiao Yuanshan looked at him with a complicated expression and said:

"Hiding Brother Ye isn't difficult, but Brother Fang, are you really going?"

The old man wasn't stupid; he naturally knew where the medicine was. But Hans Manor was undoubtedly the most heavily armed place. Even if there was trouble going on now, there would be no fewer than ten armed men there.

"Well, if everything goes well, it won't take too long."

Fang Jianqiu's confident tone rendered Xiao Yuanshan speechless, and instead he pleaded:

"If Brother Fang encounters those fleeing people, please help them if you can. If they want to take them away along that small path, the two of us might not be enough."

Fang Jianqiu nodded. This situation was opened up by those people he had never met before. Otherwise, Fang Jianqiu would probably have waited until the next day to take action. If that had happened, Ye Lang would probably have been beyond saving by now.

If he were to encounter such a situation, he would act without Xiao Yuanshan needing to ask.

Both of them were decisive people; once a decision was made, they did not hesitate at all.

As usual, Fang Jianqiu quickly seized the guards' firearms.

This time, even the youngest child was holding a double-barreled shotgun, which he was clutching tightly to his chest. This thing is truly suitable for all ages.

Xiao Yuanshan carried Ye Lang on his back. Don't be fooled by the old man's white hair; his stamina is incredible. Otherwise, how could he have survived until now in a place where people are treated like mules?

After a brief farewell, the group parted ways. Throughout the entire process, the workers in the sugar factory were extremely well-behaved, and not a single one of them uttered a sound.

......

Inside a luxurious room, a huge crystal chandelier casts a dazzling yet indifferent light, illuminating the room's furnishings.

On the wall hangs a bison head specimen with its eyes wide open in death, and a silver-plated double-barreled shotgun. In the liquor cabinet, French brandy and expensive Cuban cigars, which have traveled across the ocean, are neatly arranged.

Every inch of gold paint and every touch of velvet here exudes a nauseatingly sweet and money-grubbing stench.

"Damn pigs, why can't they just work honestly until they die?!"

Hans Keller was drinking glass after glass of red wine, his face flushed.

In fact, he had experienced such disturbances more than once, and should not have lost his composure like this. The real reason that made the plantation foreman so angry was actually a newspaper article from this morning.

The headline in the newspaper was:

The McKinley Tariff Act is about to be passed and implemented.

One aspect of this tariff law was the elimination of the duty-free privilege for Hawaiian sugar.

Was this all it took to destroy every plantation in Hawaii?

They certainly won't go bankrupt, they'll just earn less.

"Damn McKinley! Damn Benjamin! Damn Parliament! Damn Yankees!"

Hans grew angrier and angrier, and began to curse everyone involved in the bill.

Hans, who was in a bad mood after seeing the news in the morning, decided to have some fun. He went to see Ye Lang again, but was still firmly rejected. He was furious and tried to force himself on Ye Lang, but Ye Lang scratched him and left a wound.

In a fit of rage, he ordered his men to lock the poor boy in a steamer.

Ye Lang is an innocent victim of this legal turmoil.

Hans's gaze fell again on the torn newspaper on the ground, and he felt another wave of annoyance. He turned and roared:

"Where are the maids? You bunch of lowly sluts, come in here and sweep this garbage away for me!"

After a long while, someone finally pushed the door open and came in. Without turning his head, he angrily shouted:

"Why are you moving so slowly?!"

But the answer he received came from a deep, resonant voice:

"Boss, this is a serious matter!"

Hearing the sound, Hans turned around and saw Mark, who was covered in sweat. He reflexively cursed:

"You country bumpkin, why are you moving so fast?"

He subconsciously assumed that the two had just taken a short ride and returned.

"Damn white pigs!"

Mark is not white; he is an indigenous person from the island of Hawaii.

"Boss, nine of our overseer brothers have died!"

Although he was cursing the white foreigner in his heart, he directly revealed the crucial information.

"My God! Do you know what you're saying?! Are you talking about those rioting pigs? How could they possibly do such a thing?!"

Upon hearing this, Hans sobered up instantly, stood up abruptly, and exclaimed in disbelief.

"Fuck, this white pig is squealing pretty loudly."

Mark didn't say anything extra to prove it; he simply spoke at his own pace:

"Nine men, each one was basically killed with a single shot. I've never seen such marksmanship before. Also, all their guns were taken from them."

"Fuck! Fuck! All this crap is piling up!"

Seeing how certain Mark was, Hans stopped questioning him. He was greedy, but not stupid; otherwise, he wouldn't have become the foreman of a medium-to-large plantation.

After swallowing this sudden bad news, Hans began pacing around the room, thinking of a solution.