In the Hongkou Dojo, Yamamoto, Lin Jiale, and an old man with a very thin face and strange bones were drinking sake. Yamamoto was extremely angry. Originally, a big shopping show between Yang Maozi and Hongmen was about to take place, but he didn't expect to be killed in the middle.
A bullshit detective messed up the drama. Yamamoto was furious, and the atmosphere in the secret room was a bit depressing.
"Master Yanagita, how come your ninjas have been away for so long and haven't returned yet? There won't be any accidents!" Yamamoto asked coldly.
This old man was Genji Yanagida, the Japanese swordsman master and the owner of the Hongkou Dojo. Yanagida had a very high level of cultivation. He took a sip of the bitter and tasteless sake with a calm expression, touched his silver beard and said, "Yamato-kun is a ninja."
He is a master of the killing team and has never failed in a mission. He is more than capable of dealing with a detective. There is no need to worry, Colonel."
Yanagita is very confident in his Ninja Killing Team. Over the years, the ninjas of Yanagita's Hongkou Gym have assassinated countless political celebrities, and they have rarely failed. To be honest, Yanagita thinks that he is overqualified to deal with a small detective.
Looking at Yanagita's confident look, Lin Jiale laughed. Yanagita was immediately furious. Yamamoto was also extremely surprised. He didn't understand what Lin Jiale meant by this insulting smile.
"Lin Jun, why are you laughing? Are you looking down on me, the great Japanese ninja?" Yanagita said angrily.
"Master Yanagita, don't be angry. I just think you underestimate that little detective. He is proficient in yin and yang magic, and his skills are also good. I think most of your people are broken." Lin Jiale was not afraid to welcome him.
Looking at Yanagita's eyes, he casually smiled and said that He Tiangang once had a high opinion of Deng Long. Naturally, Deng Long's kung fu was not bad. How could a few Japanese ninjas kill Deng Long?
"Hmph! How capable a little detective can be! I think Mr. Lin thinks too highly of him," Yanagita snorted coldly.
Lin Jiale lowered his head in silence, with a sneer still on his face, and drank a sip of sake. The sake was astringent and tasteless. Little Japan is so arrogant, and it will never be a big deal. When he unifies Shanghai, he will kill all these stupid Japanese pigs.
Drive out of Shanghai, drive out of China
The atmosphere was not right. Yanagita and Yamamoto drank sullenly with angry faces. The closed door was gently pushed open from the outside. A Japanese soldier in military uniform walked in. His bright military boots were very powerful on the wooden floor.
"Major Higashida, what's going on!" Colonel Yamamoto asked with a frown.
"Colonel, the bodies of three ninjas from the gym were found at the dock! They have been transported back to the gym!" Major Higashida reported respectfully.
"What!" Yanagita and Yamamoto both stood up in shock. Lin Jiale still had a cold smile on his face. Everything was guessing. How could these arrogant Japanese know how powerful Deng Long was?
The three corpses were covered with white cloth and placed neatly on the ground. The warriors in the gym lowered their heads in silence. Yanagida lifted the white cloth. The scene in front of him frightened him. The three bodies were covered with knife wounds, and the wounds were densely covered in vertical and horizontal directions.
staggered
"All three of them died with samurai swords in their hands. The murderers were extremely cruel. Each of them had more than 300 stab wounds, but there were no fatal injuries. What caused their death was excessive bleeding," Major Higashida
Standing on the edge, he said with a sad face
"Baga!" Yanagita shouted angrily, exuding a strong murderous aura. All the warriors lowered their heads, not daring to speak out loud.
"Lin Jun, what's the name of that little detective? I'm going to fight him in person. The method is too cruel!" Yanagida said angrily. In his opinion, those Japanese samurai died of torture. Such death is detrimental to the entire society.
Bushido is an insult. As a samurai, you can only serve the emperor. If you don't succeed, you will become a righteous person. You would rather commit suicide by caesarean section than be tortured to death by the enemy.
"Deng Long! A detective from the Yin Yang Detective Agency!" Lin Jiale said slowly, "But Master Yanagita, that side is the sphere of influence of the French. There is no need to provoke them at this moment. Besides, as Grandmaster Yanagita, I have to go find him."
Wouldn't it be a loss of one's own identity, but it would bring glory to that boy's face!" Lin Jiale continued to say with a smile.
Yanagita's expression changed instantly. Thinking about it, how could he compromise his identity as a generation master and find a single unknown junior to challenge him? Thinking of this, Yanagita said coldly: "Then what do you think we should do? Anyway,
The disciple’s revenge must be avenged!”
"Don't worry, Master Yanagida. In three days, I guarantee that that boy will run to the Hongkou Dojo to die! Colonel Yamamoto can testify!" Lin Jiale raised his right hand and said solemnly.
With Mo Lan, the insider of Zhonghe Hall, the affairs between Deng Long and Lin Jiale are completely in his hands. Three days later is the anniversary of the death of Pang Zhonghe's late wife. According to Mo Lan's information, Pang Wei and Pang Chunchun will personally
Went to pay homage to the grave, and when the time comes to capture Pang Chunchun, why don't we worry about Deng Long not coming to kill him?
Pang Zhonghe has been both happy and worried recently. The worry is naturally about the situation in Shanghai and the future development plans of Zhonghe Hall. But there is also a happy thing that his precious son Pang Wei, who has been depressed for several months, has finally regained his former self.
Xiongfeng', since this Moran woman came to Zhonghetang, Pang Wei has become very active and actively participated in the internal affairs of the gang, making suggestions for Zhonghetang. Moran behaved appropriately and was filial to his wife.
Pang Zhonghe saw this and was so happy that he even agreed to Pang Wei's request and hold their wedding next month.
Thinking of this, Pang Zhonghe turned his rosary. Pang Zhonghe has been fasting for the past two days. Tomorrow is the death anniversary of his late wife Yin Nichang. He has been busy with things recently, so he definitely cannot go to pay homage in person. He can only let Chunchun and Pang Wei go to pay tribute.
Fortunately, Deng Long was there. It was time for him to invite his deceased wife to come up and talk about the pain of missing her.
"Dad! Are you really not going tomorrow?" Pang Chunxi walked up to Pang Zhonghe and asked softly, carrying the freshly brewed high-grade Longjing. Pang Chunxi's eyes were red, thinking that tomorrow was the anniversary of his mother's death, and he missed his mother eagerly.
, can’t help but shed tears of sadness
Pang Zhonghe took the purple clay tea cup and lifted the lid. A refreshing fragrance filled his heart and mind. Pang Zhonghe looked at his daughter lovingly and said: "In spring, do you miss your mother again? Dad does too! But dad has to deal with some gang matters tomorrow.
, you and your elder brother go”
Pang Chunjun nodded. His father has always been busy since he was a child. He was so busy that his gray hair grew out. His father has really gotten old over the years. I really hope that his father can put down his gang affairs and enjoy his old age.
"Dad! Then you should go to bed early. My eldest brother and I will prepare tomorrow's sacrifices." Chun Chun's eyes turned red and he said softly to Pang Zhonghe.
"Well, spring, you should go to bed early!" Pang Zhonghe closed his eyes and turned the rosary in his hand in an orderly manner.
There is a power outage. I came back from class to catch up on this chapter for everyone, and my hands hurt! I can’t go fast, but you don’t have to worry about Fafa being too busy. Fafa has his own outline, and everything is done according to the outline.
No matter how tired you are, you won’t be too tired!