That night, in the most luxurious suite on the bow of the Sword, a man wearing a white warrior uniform was kneeling on the ground, his face was pale, and he was reporting something.
In front of him, there sat a slightly stout middle-aged man with small eyes, two beards, and a sinister look on his face. Although he didn't have much momentum, sitting there, everyone in the room
, all treated him with utmost respect.
"What did you say!"
The fat middle-aged man suddenly stood up and looked at the white-clothed warrior with an almost twisted face, his eyes full of anger.
"Mr. Yoshida, please calm down, young master..."
The white-robed warrior trembled slightly, kneeling on the ground and not daring to move. He was the leader of Yoshida Yuichi's bodyguard, but the young master specially approved him to attend the welcome party tonight, so he did not always stay with Yoshida Yuichi.
As a result, when he came back, he found that the young master was dead in the room, and all the guards in the room were also dead, leaving no one alive.
"I calm down! My son is dead, and you tell me to calm down!"
Jiro Yoshida slapped the white-clothed samurai on the face with a slap, and his whole body trembled with anger.
"Check! Find out the murderer for me, and I will cut him into pieces!"
Jiro Yoshida glanced coldly at the samurai in white on the ground, took out a katana from the weapon rack, threw it in front of him expressionlessly, and then strode out of the room.
The white-clothed warrior's face trembled slightly, showing a sad smile, and he picked up the katana with trembling hands.
"Ozawa-kun, you are always responsible for the safety of the young master. Now if something happens to the young master, someone must bear the wrath of Minister Yoshida. If you cannot give an explanation, I am afraid the consequences will be serious."
In the room, a man wearing a black samurai uniform looked indifferently at Mr. Ozawa who was kneeling on the ground. There was no sympathy in his eyes. If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price. If you give me an explanation now, at least it will not harm your family.
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After saying that, the black-clothed warrior walked out coldly, and everyone in the room followed him out of the room. Only the white-clothed warrior was left kneeling in the room in a daze; after a long time, he gritted his teeth and drew out his gleaming samurai sword.
, committed suicide by caesarean section.
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In the control room of the Sword's cabin, Jiro Yoshida was sitting on a chair, and several monitors in front of him were playing back the recorded images.
"Nothing?"
Next to Jiro Yoshida, stood a middle-aged man. He stared at the monitor for a long time and finally shook his head, his eyes full of doubts.
In the surveillance video, nothing was recorded. The time when Yoshida Yuichi was killed was long, and the surveillance video was blank.
"Some experts blocked the surveillance function of the camera. It should be done by a colleague."
An old man in his fifties who always stood behind Jiro Yoshida said with a solemn expression.
"Is it difficult to block the surveillance function of the camera?" Jiro Yoshida said with a gloomy face. He knew what it meant to go with Aso-kun.
"It's difficult! It's not difficult either. According to the level of warriors, warriors above the Qi Sea realm can do it."
Aso Shashu pondered for a moment, and when a warrior reached the realm of Qi Sea, he could release his internal Qi to the outside, use his internal Qi to interfere with the environment and create the effect of light, thus successfully interfering with the camera's monitoring function.
"You mean, the person who killed my son at least has the cultivation level of Qihai realm?" Yoshida Jiro frowned. If he was just an ordinary person, he would not worry about anything at all, but if he was a warrior with strong cultivation level,
, that would be a bit troublesome.
However, the only person who can kill his son is a warrior. After all, he spent a lot of energy to protect his son, and he was always protected by more than four or five warriors.
"We are not sure. It is also possible that he used other means to achieve the same effect. However, we should conservatively estimate that he at least has the cultivation level of Qihai realm, otherwise it will be difficult to kill the young master."
Aso Shashu shook his head. With the current information and clues, nothing could be determined at all.
"Director Yoshida, we have a clue."
The middle-aged man in charge of investigating the surveillance video suddenly walked over and said with a serious face: "About an hour ago, one of Master Yoshida's guards Zeng Jin kidnapped a female passenger in Room 1213, but inside the Master's room,
But there is no body of the female passenger. Maybe this matter is related to the female passenger."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man held a laptop and placed it in front of Yoshida Jiro. The video above showed a man in black carrying a cylindrical white quilt with a woman wrapped inside, walking into Yoshida Yuichi.
That scene in the room.
"Does that female passenger have a companion?" A cold light flashed in Yoshida Jiro's eyes.
"Yes! A Chinese teenager, he seems to be just a student. We don't have much information about him."
The middle-aged man transcribed the video, and then a young man appeared in the video, it was Mo Wen. After that, he also reproduced the video of the dispute between Mo Wen and Zhang Qiang.
"There doesn't seem to be anything strange about this young man."
Aso Shashu frowned and said, how could a warrior, especially a warrior in the Qihai realm, be bullied by a group of gangsters?
"No matter if there is any problem or not, check it out for me. Don't miss any clues, especially that woman. Catch her and I will interrogate her personally."
Jiro Yoshida said with a cold face.
"Minister Yoshida, do you need me to take action? If there are warriors around that woman, I'm afraid it will be difficult to capture her." A flash of light flashed in Aso Shashu's eyes. He was very interested in the person who could kill Master Yoshida.
"Aso-kun, please take a trip so that I can rest assured." Jiro Yoshida nodded upon hearing this.
"Don't worry, Minister Yoshida, I can deal with all warriors below the Baodan realm." A flash of pride flashed in Aso Shashu's eyes. Although he was not a Baodan realm warrior, Zeng Jin had killed three warriors at the peak of the Qihai realm.
, he is only one step away from the realm of holding pills, and he is somewhat famous among the warriors of Fusang Kingdom.
"If that person has the cultivation level of holding pills, wouldn't we be able to deal with him?" Yoshida Jiro suddenly frowned and subconsciously thought in a bad direction.
"If that person has the cultivation level of the Dan Bao realm, with the strength we have on board now, he is indeed no match. But don't worry, Minister Yoshida, the probability is not high. Every warrior in the Dan Bao realm is a strong man.
, it’s not something you can see everywhere.”
Aso Shashu smiled, not too worried.
"What if?" Jiro Yoshida likes to plan ahead and will find a way out for himself before doing anything. Since that person is related to a warrior, he has to treat it with caution.
"Minister Yoshida, you are worrying too much. Not to mention that the concept is not big. Even if he really has the cultivation level of holding pills, he would not dare to kill on the ship; the international agreement on superpowers is not a piece of paper. If we
If something goes wrong, all you need to do is find a hidden place to hide, and if he can't find you, he won't be able to do anything to you."
Aso Saki frowned. This Minister Yoshida is suspicious and indecisive. He is not decisive enough in handling things and is as timid as a mouse when encountering problems. If the Demon Sword Society hadn't ordered him to protect Jiro Yoshida, he would have never wanted to be with this person. Staying with so many people is an insult to a warrior's integrity.
"Since Aso-kun thinks there is no problem, then I will naturally advance and retreat with Aso-kun." Jiro Yoshida said with a smile. He could naturally see Aso Shashu's dissatisfaction, but Aso Shashu was not his subordinate. I can't say much.
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"Why don't you sleep?"
In the darkness, Mo Wen looked at Shen Jing's sparkling eyes, which were never closed, and couldn't help but smile. It had been more than an hour, and she still wasn't sleepy.
"I don't want to sleep." Shen Jing moved her body and said lazily.
"Since we don't want to sleep, let's do something else?" Mo Wen chuckled.
"If you don't do anything, if you keep thinking nonsense, I'll kick you out." Shen Jing gently bit Mo Wen's chest.
"You have a good sleep, I'll go out for a while."
Suddenly, a cold light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes, but it was only fleeting and he didn't even notice the silence that was so close at hand.
"What are you doing?" Shen Jing subconsciously grabbed Mo Wen's clothes.
"Don't worry, you won't go far. You'll be back soon. When did you become so clingy?" Mo Wen touched Shen Jing's face and said with a smile.
"I..." Shen Jing opened her mouth, then closed it tightly, and snorted softly: "You go wherever you like, it's best not to come back."
"I'll be back in five minutes."
Mo Wen didn't argue with Shen Jing, so he gently got out of bed and closed the door.
He walked to the hall, poured himself a drink, and sat on the sofa expressionlessly. A pale white light shrouded the door not far away, ensuring that no matter what happened outside, Shen Shen could not hear anything inside. movement.
Click!
The door of the hall rang softly, and then opened silently. Several dark figures flashed in. They seemed to have a target and rushed directly to the room. They seemed not to notice Mo Wen sitting in the hall at all and ignored him. On the side.
However, before they could react, a terrifying coercion fell from the sky and crashed into those people instantly, as if a huge mountain was crashing down from above their heads. They had almost no resistance at all and staggered to the ground. .
The lights in the hall suddenly turned on, just like daylight in the house.
Mo Wen was still sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. On the carpet in front of him, there were several people lying face down, with their limbs spread out, unable to move at all.
An old man in his fifties looked at Mo Wen with a horrified look on his face, with indescribable horror in his eyes. He muttered a lot, but there was not a word that Mo Wen could understand.
"Speak human words, and if you tell nonsense again, I will send you to see the Lord of Hell." Mo Wen glanced at the man and said indifferently.
"You are...Chinese..."
Don't worry, what Chinese was spoken just now? The old man in black could actually understand it and spoke in poor Chinese. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly vote, you Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m.. to read.)