Chapter 299 Where Is the Strong Man?

Hong Kong, Kowloon.

There is a very unique area on this peninsula, which is only 6 acres, about 2.7 hectares, but because of historical issues and the treaty signed by the Qing Dynasty.

Legally, this place still belongs to the East, so it has become a "boundary within a boundary".

But in fact, since the signing of the treaty, this place has never been governed in the past 100 years because of its unique terrain and surrounded by other places;

This is the Kowloon Walled City, a famous "no man's land" with filth and poor environment.

But with the rise of China, it has taken a tough stance on the Hong Kong issue. During the negotiations, it was decided to demolish it first in 1993 and plan it as a large park.

And the new exchange set by Daomen is here.

Yaxley stood in the distance, looking at the dilapidated demolition site in the distance, and then looked at Kowloon, which was full of high-rise buildings.

He couldn't help but sneer twice. As one of the Death Eaters who likes to use his brain, Yaxley has been lurking in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic for a long time. He did some homework before coming.

Although Muggles are the same creatures as livestock and dogs in the eyes of Death Eaters, British Muggles are also dogs of British wizards.

Simply comparing between Muggles, the buildings of British Muggles are prosperous and tall, while those of Eastern Muggles are like a big, dilapidated construction site.

If Muggles are like this, you can imagine what those Eastern wizards are like.

Yaxley smiled contemptuously. It seems that the East is really as weak as Mr. Greengrass guessed!

His mission is very simple, that is, to destroy the exchange set up by the East here, and to capture all the wizards who dare to violate the Ministry of Magic's ban to Azkaban. The deeper goal is to use force to blast open the door of the East and force the East to trade with his camp!

Looking back at the striker team of more than 30 people led by him, there are even several very outstanding staff among them, who can be compared with those Aurors.

With such a powerful force, sweeping the market here is probably a task as easy as a picnic.

Yaxley sighed, really hoping that the master would give him some difficult tasks to show his ability, so that the master could see his talent

"Let's go, go and flatten them!"

Dennis took off the wrinkled extraordinary hat. This hat that he used to treasure was just a hat in Dennis' heart at this moment, nothing more.

He will never forget the way he held the hat and begged the masters of the Ministry of Magic to return the seized materials to him.

I still remember that the official named Yaxley from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement perfunctorily replied to me with an extremely cold attitude:

"These things may be extremely dangerous. The Ministry of Magic must consider the vast number of wizards and protect their safety, so please go back."

Although he used please, how could Dennis not feel the sarcasm in his tone?

After pleading in vain, Dennis could only turn around and leave dejectedly. Then he heard Yaxley spit on the ground in a low voice, but loud enough for him to hear:

"****! You wear the same hat as me, do you deserve to be extraordinary?"

Dennis didn't know how he walked out of the Ministry of Magic. He only remembered that he lowered his head and held the hat that he regarded as a treasure tightly in his hand.

You deserve to be extraordinary?

Yaxley's words kept echoing in his heart. Dennis suddenly understood a truth. It's not that he will become a so-called upper-class person just by wearing a hat.

The hat is not important. What is important? How can you really become an upper-class person?

The vice president of the Magic Potion Association has given the answer. From a half-blood wizard, he relied on his magic potion talent to walk step by step to today.

Today, he has become a guest of honor for many upper-class people.

Unfortunately, it was too late for Dennis to understand this truth.

Just when he was depressed and wanted to escape from Britain to wander, he heard the news that a new exchange was opened in Hong Kong.

This piece of news, whether true or false, was Dennis' only lifeline, and he grabbed it tightly.

Even though the big guy named Hagrid said there were some restrictions, Dennis didn't want to miss this opportunity.

When he finally arrived at the Hong Kong Stock Exchange, he felt like he was in heaven!

There were no middlemen to make a profit, and you could directly go to the shops opened by the East to buy materials, although the Ministry of Magic stipulated that raw materials were contraband.

But the finished products made from raw materials were not, and Dennis immediately understood the intention of the East to set up many separate laboratories in the stock exchange.

He mortgaged everything, bought a batch of materials, and made some super-strong vitality tonic potions, all from scratch.

It was just that this time he knew what the right way was.

Dennis yawned, ended his memories, and filled the gradually cooling potion into a crystal bottle.

He resisted the urge to get a bottle to refresh himself, pushed the door and walked out, ready to sell these things.

Hong Kong in January was not very cold, but Dennis, who had not slept all night, could not help shivering. He subconsciously wrapped his windbreaker tightly and stuck his wrinkled hat on his head.

Dennis was about to leave, but he stood there in a daze as if he had seen a ghost. A gloomy man not far away, wasn't he Yaxley who had mocked him?

What is he doing here?

Could it be that - Dennis shuddered, and before he could move, he saw Yaxley waving his hand, and the crowd behind him immediately raised their wands, shining, and spells disappeared into the air.

This is a spell to prohibit Apparition!

This is a counter-spell against Apparition!

Dennis' heart was cold, and he seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground. I'm going to - Azkaban

"Tsk tsk tsk - want to take all the profits?"

Alex slowly strolled inside the exchange. The style here is quite peculiar. The road surface is paved with huge bluestone blocks, and the four corners of the buildings on the street are flying eaves, or they are about to fly.

It seems that there is a very special charm in it.

The strikers he brought were rushing into the shops on both sides, catching all those who wanted to escape.

Some people wanted to resist, but how could those rubbish who couldn't even use the disarming spell be the opponents of the elite he brought?

Alex continued to walk forward slowly, behind him were the wailing crowd and the ferocious strikers, as well as the broken buildings and the burning fire.

"Doesn't that idiot Fudge think that he really has the final say in the Ministry of Magic?" Yaxley muttered to himself, he enjoyed the feeling now.

Enjoying the feeling of killing others, this is power, this is what he desires most.

Yaxley looked back at these elite team members, who were crushing those "criminals" with great force, and nodded with satisfaction:

"If the master knew that I had developed so many of his believers in the Ministry of Magic, how would he reward me?"

At this moment, a dull thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and Yaxley raised his head and subconsciously looked at the sky.

The sky was still sunny, and the weather here was much better than in the UK.

Yaxley shook his head, but found that two Asian-faced people, a man and a woman, appeared at the end of the street at some point.

They were staring at him coldly.

People from the Eastern Ministry of Magic?

Yaxley showed a hideous smile, raised his wand and pointed it to the sky, and a dazzling red spark shot out from the tip of the wand.

Soon, the strikers he brought gathered from all directions and stood behind him.

Yaxley put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the two.

Then it's time to give these yellow monkeys some shock from the Ministry of Magic, and let them know that being able to provide funds for the great Dark Lord is the lifelong honor of these weak, poor monkeys!

Zhang Chengdao's face was gloomy and almost dripping with water. He never thought that he and his wife had just returned to Hong Kong from the UK and received news that the exchange was invaded.

Because they really don't value this so-called East-West trade, the Taoist sect is even too lazy to send people to stay here.

Except for the two trading days every week, there will be people from the Taoist sect who bring materials to sell and recycle some interesting things.

This is equivalent to a completely undefended free trade zone.

How could the Taoist sect, which has been in East Asia for thousands of years, think that someone would dare to invade the Taoist sect's territory?

The last time we invaded those neighboring countries, we were prepared to die and went to the inland to steal things.

Go to attack a small exchange?

The Mother Cult, the Gaotai Cult, the sorcerer and the pseudo-Taoist priests on the Korean side said that we don’t want to die, we want to live.

Zhang Chengdao stopped Li Qingshu who wanted to rush up and said in a low voice:

"Sister Shu, please help me record it with the photo stone."

Li Qingshu was stunned when she heard the words, but heard her husband say lightly:

"Hasn’t Xiaoxiao always wanted to know the strength of our Taoism?

And what is the Taoist art of starting the altar that he has longed for? This is Kowloon Walled City, a special place.

Please help me record it and let Xiaoxiao see why our Taoism is invincible in China!"

Zhang Chengdao raised his right foot and took a heavy step forward:

"The word earth-rise!"

In Alex's surprised eyes, the land under the man's feet suddenly bulged, getting higher and higher in a very short time.

In just a blink of an eye, a high earthen platform stood in front of him.

What is this for?

Alex looked at the platform about 10 feet high in confusion, secretly trying to figure out the purpose of the platform.

Is it because of inferiority complex that he wants to stand higher, so that he can look down on his opponent?

Zhang Chengdao waved his hand, and the incense table was set up. In just a short moment, dozens of ways to kill these idiots in front of him turned through his mind.

Yaxley stopped, tilted his head slightly, and wanted to speak.

But Zhang Chengdao suddenly didn't want to listen to them, and made up his mind at this moment.

He took out two golden talismans, just shook them lightly, and the talismans immediately burned, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a wisp of green smoke that rushed straight into the clouds.

Zhang Chengdao made a gesture and stood still, shouting:

"Where is the strong man?"

The sky seemed to be thundering, and the clouds rolled up, suddenly two holes opened, and two golden lights rushed down. When the light faded, there were two strong men wearing golden armor, with burly bodies comparable to Hagrid standing in front of the platform.

There were ribbons wrapped around their bodies, and they didn't say anything, just knelt on one knee, clasped their hands together, and clasped their fists to Zhang Chengdao.

Yaxley opened his mouth and stared blankly at the two golden armored giants in front of him, full of oppression.

He clearly saw that when the two golden-armored giants clasped their fists, when their fists and palms closed, it was as if a gust of wind was set off.

What a terrible power!

Yaxley swallowed his saliva, and suddenly felt that the situation seemed to be different from what he imagined, and fine cold sweat quietly oozed from his forehead.

Not only him, but also those "criminals" who were caught by them, confiscated their wands, and tied up, as well as his strikers.

At this moment, they just stared at the two huge golden-armored giants in a daze. This thing that was completely different from magic made them feel a little oriental shock for the first time.

Zhang Chengdao didn't think so much. Zhang Xiao, the kid, also knew simple boxing and kicking skills. As for thunder magic, he had also seen it. When he was in Longhu Mountain, he had seen many Taoist disciples practicing Taoism.

If you want to give that kid a little shock from Taoism, you really can't do it without some powerful things.

"Catch them--" Zhang Chengdao paused, but added: "Be careful not to kill them."

The Yellow Turban Warriors finally made a dull sound for the first time:

"I will obey the order!"

They turned their bodies, their faces were covered by helmets, and they couldn't see anything clearly, but Yaxley felt as if he was stared at by a ferocious dragon.

"Boom!"

The soil under the feet of the two Huangjiang Warriors suddenly exploded, and their huge bodies turned into two golden lights at a speed inconsistent with their bodies and rushed towards this side.

It was like a battle horn.

[All petrified] [Shattered into pieces] [Thunder explosion] [Fainted]

The blazing magic spell pierced the air and rushed towards the Yellow Turban Warriors.

There was even a light of the killing curse mixed in it, but the Yellow Turban Warriors didn't know when to turn into a huge golden shield.

They put the shield in front of them and rushed towards the crowd quickly under the magic spell.

Alex waved his wand, but no matter what spell he cast, it had no effect on the huge shield.

He recalled what Fudge and Greengrass had said to him, was this what they meant by vulnerable?

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This paragraph is very poorly written. When I wrote it myself, it felt wrong. I wanted to take a leave to sort out the final ending, but I don’t have a leave note.

I was so depressed after writing this chapter. I’ll think about it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll quickly close this line.

I’ll think about whether I can optimize this one tomorrow.