Chapter 208 That Mr.

The appearance is simple, with large pieces of fair-faced concrete.

Although many buildings in Neon have the style of the Tang Dynasty, they have evolved over a long period of time. Different from the solemn and quiet ancient buildings with flowers and plants, Neon's style is more restrained, focusing on quietness, elegance, and cleanliness.

The small bridges, flowing water, and strange rocks in the bamboo forest are not as majestic as the flower garden, but they still have a unique flavor.

The centuries-old Tokugawa house has tatami mats under its feet and a scent of bamboo floating in the air, next to the quiet room that Chen Changqing had visited before.

The head of the Tokugawa family, dressed in a black kimono, smiled and made a cup of tea for the older gentleman opposite him.

Wearing a dark brown kimono, his skinny figure is similar to that of Tokugawa Mitsunari, and he has a pair of glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.

With a somewhat serious look, people can't help but think of those old-fashioned teachers in school.

Of course, this person in front of me is not a teacher.

His name is Shibukawa Goki. He is over seventy years old and short in stature, but he has practiced Aikido to the peak. He is called the Martial Saint by countless people in Neon!

The Tokugawa family has been in Neon for many years, and elites from all walks of life know each other. In addition, the current head of the Tokugawa family is a fighting enthusiast, so the two have known each other many years ago and have been close friends for at least twenty years!

Looking at Shibukawa Goji who looked serious after entering the door, Tokugawa Mitsunari looked a little helpless:

"Have I offended you recently?"

Shaking his head, Shichuan Gang replied angrily:

"No"

From the moment he entered the door, Shibukawa looked serious as soon as he was angry. Tokugawa Mitsunari, who couldn't figure out the reason, couldn't help but glared angrily:

"Then why did you keep a straight face when you came in?"

He raised his head and glanced at Tokugawa Mitsunari. Shibukawa spoke angrily with a hint of resentment:

"You know."

Tokugawa Mitsunari was stunned for a moment, looking at this close friend in front of him. After thinking for a moment, he seemed to have thought of something:

"Is it because of Mr. Hong from Xiangjiang?"

The two have known each other for more than 20 years, and Tokugawa Mitsunari is very aware of Shibukawa's strong character.

Although he is a Neon Martial Saint, after seeing a wider world, the other party wants to break the shackles on him more and more.

A few years ago, Yujiro Fanma appeared in Neon, which made Shibukawa Goki very excited.

But unfortunately, everyone is not following the same path.

Even if he fights Yujiro Noma, he may not be able to gain anything. He doesn't dare to go to the flower garden. Ordinary criminals are dealt with by the police, and top fighters like them are dealt with by strong men in the ancient martial arts world.

Shichuan Gangqi has always wanted to go to Xiangjiang, because Xiangjiang has a master and is relatively safe.

However, due to the failure of the Yan Plan that year, it was impossible for Shikawa Goki to enter Xiangjiang without an official invitation. The only chance to get in touch with a master of another level was for the other party to take the initiative to come to Neon.

As Tokugawa Mitsunari took the initiative to point out that Shibukawa Goki, known as the Neon Martial Saint, after a brief silence, his tone was a bit uneasy:

"That gentleman...is he really here?"

Tokugawa Mitsunari looked at his old friend speechlessly, his expression a bit dissatisfied: "Please, you should first think about how to deal with the five death row prisoners. I have been so worried these past two days that my hair has almost fallen out.

"

Glancing at Tokugawa Mitsunari's forehead, Shibukawa looked disapproving:

"I'll take care of it."

But Tokugawa Mitsunari next to him could not help but frown. He took a sip of tea and his eyes became more serious:

"Don't be careless, Liu Guanglong almost blinded you a few years ago."

The five death row inmates are not weak, they are all top fighters in the world.

Even in the face of a heavily armed army, they can defeat one against a hundred. This does not mean that they can withstand thermal weapons, but it is difficult for those who control thermal weapons to target them.

Tokugawa Mitsunari has carefully studied the information on each of these five death row inmates.

One of them who was specially marked was Liu Guanglong. He had fought against Shibukawa Goki a few years ago. In that battle, Shibukawa Goki was almost blind in his left eye.

But in response to Tokugawa Mitsunari's warning, Shibukawa shook his head angrily, with confidence flashing between his brows:

"If I meet him again, I will kill him. Now what I want to know most is whether that gentleman is really here?"

Liu Longguang's strength lies not in his strength, but in his weird methods. Half of his reputation is due to his unpredictable poison technique.

After a fight, Shibukawa was confident that he could defeat the opponent, so he didn't care about Liu Ryugu.

Looking at Shikawa's confident eyes, knowing that his old friend couldn't listen to anything at the moment, he could only roll his eyes helplessly:

"I didn't come. It's just his disciples who came this time."

Shichuan Gang raised his eyebrows angrily. That gentleman in Xiangjiang was a pure person and would not distract his energy from teaching his disciples before he made a breakthrough. In other words, this disciple would not have followed that gentleman for more than ten years.

And ten years is enough time to do what?

He was afraid that he couldn't even produce a set of qualified boxing skills, which made his expression a little disappointed:

"It turns out...it's just the disciples who came."

However, Tokugawa Mitsunari was dissatisfied with Shibukawa's frustration. After all, Chen Changqing was the fifth person he invited. This feeling of being looked down upon made him very unhappy:

"Hey, Shikawa, you bastard, don't take it seriously. Kaoru Kaoru came yesterday."

With a raised brow, Shichuan Gang's eyes were a little more surprised:

"Is he strong?"

Tokugawa Mitsunari scratched his head in embarrassment. He actually didn't know how strong Chen Changqing was. After all, there was no winner between the two yesterday. However, when asked by his friend, he still emphasized firmly:

"I don't know. I was here yesterday and they didn't fight. But with Kaoru Kaoru's character, there should be a result today."

Tokugawa Mitsunari understood Shibukawa's righteousness.

Similarly, Shibukawa Goki also knows Tokugawa Mitsunari. After all, the two have known each other for more than twenty years. From their expressions, it can be seen that the other party is speaking harshly, and he is somewhat speechless. Considering Hanayama Kaoru's character,

Shichuan angrily asked proactively:

"Where?"

Tokugawa Mitsunari was stunned for a moment, and his face turned dark. He clearly said that there would be a result today, but Shibukawa just said angrily that he wanted to go and see. What did this mean?

As he raised his eyebrows, he looked like a fox whose tail had been stepped on.

Tokugawa Mitsunari pointed at the other party angrily:

"You don't believe me?"

Looking at the emotional Tokugawa Mitsunari, Shibukawa Gosei looked helpless: "It's not that I don't believe you, but you don't understand Hanayama Kaoru. He... is very talented, but not pure enough to be considered a real fighter.

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People are addicted to food, and I am talking about people like Tokugawa Mitsunari.

The world of top fighters is by no means as simple as it seems.

Shibukawa admitted angrily that Tokugawa Mitsunari was a crazy fighting enthusiast, but in the end he was still not strong enough.

There are many things that he cannot see clearly and cannot understand.

Although Kaoru Kaoru has entered the level of top fighters, he is an anomaly. Kaoru Kaoru has innate strange strength. He is fundamentally different from most fighters.

This is like a keyboard warrior who scolds professional players for being stupid in the barrage. Each one of them speaks clearly and clearly, as if I can do it for me, but in fact you can do it like a J8!

Seeing the helpless expression on Shibukawa Gang's face that he couldn't explain to you, Tokugawa Mitsunari's mouth twitched:

"Asshole, do you know that you deserve a beating right now?"

Shichuan just curled his lips angrily, as if he was arrogant and could not help me:

"Oh, that's really amazing."

Taking a deep breath, Tokugawa Mitsunari glared at the other party fiercely:

"hateful!"

Although he looked annoyed, his butt seemed to be stuck with glue and refused to move.

People need to be self-aware. Shikawa was just angry that this old bastard was a man known as the Neon Martial Saint. If he really wanted to take action, his old arms and legs would not be able to withstand the ravages of the opponent.

But it happened that Shibukawa was still angry and arrogant at this moment, and just when Tokugawa Mitsunari was entangled in his heart, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong!"

As if he had found a savior, Tokugawa Mitsunari's eyes lit up and he shouted quickly:
Chapter completed!