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Because the force was too great, the wooden door in his hand suddenly burst apart, and the broken wood pieces were scattered on the ground. The geisha lying on the ground, like a fly that had been swatted to death, had long since stopped struggling, her face

His face was twisted, his expression was extremely painful, and his blood was flowing all over the place.

"Feifei, Wanrou, Maomao, are you okay? Are you injured?" Wang Yong thrust the 'weapon' in his hand at the woman, hurriedly walked to his family, and spun the two women around one by one.

I checked them carefully and checked Maomao from top to bottom. I felt relieved when I saw that they were really fine.

"We are fine." Ouyang Feifei saw Wang Yong's worried look and responded to him quickly, and then continued: "Wang Yong, go and help Miss Lichi. She was injured just now while protecting us."

When Qin Wanrou saw Wang Yong coming, her heart in her throat eased a little. She put Maomao in the corner and squatted down, blocking Maomao's sight with her body, and kept coaxing Maomao, who was a little frightened.

Just now, Wang Yong was only thinking about the safety of his family and forgot about Fujiwara Richi, who was still bleeding on his shoulder. Hearing Ouyang Feifei say that she was injured to save them, in his mind, the image of that Japanese woman who has always been proud and self-proclaimed

Suddenly it became radiant.

Seeing Fujiwara Richi without a knife, injured on the shoulder, and fighting one against two, the two performers were defeated steadily. Wang Yong took off another wooden door, regardless of whether it was 37, 20 or 20.

One, hit the third geisha hard.

Since the geisha was far away from Wang Yong, she had already reacted to the door rushing towards her and took a few steps back violently. Wang Yong threw the door away, and saw that the geisha seemed to be caught in a strong air current and was blown away by the wind.

Her eyes were tightly closed, the flour on her face seemed to have been blown away by the strong wind, her face was covered with oil, and the skirt of her kimono was blown up high.

Of course, Comrade Wang Yong had no time to care about this. The Japanese girl who was forced in the corner had just dodged one door. Another door smashed down on her. Because the door was too large, the little figure huddled in the corner.

There is no room to avoid the arrival of this door, and it seems particularly helpless and pitiful. It is like a monkey in the palm of the Buddha. No matter how many somersaults he can make, he still cannot fly out of the palm of the Buddha.

That way.

Of course, Wang Yong will not show kindness. Spare her life. In his heart, anyone who violates his bottom line will die with just one word.

As soon as the door was opened, stars appeared in my head and my eyes became dim.

The door was knocked twice, and he lost his resistance and became unconscious.

The door was knocked three times, everything went dark, and he died.

He didn't want to expose his identity in front of Fujiwara Richi, but he had no choice in this tense situation. Regardless of whether she could recognize it or not, he had to protect his family. This was the most important thing. This woman came first

The first time I went to the Mu Group, I kept saying that I wanted to find the king. If I had to expose myself in her territory, it would be best. It would be better to do less than to do more, so as not to harm my family.

He looked like a strong man. He used only his brute strength to take off a door panel and smash it. It was not only simple, crude, practical and effective, but also a special way to relieve his anger. The feeling of fighting was very strong, and he was like swatting flies at Japan.

Man, I feel really happy.

Wang Yong held the door panel and swatted the poor fly only three times. When he saw that the people on the ground were no longer struggling, he stopped. Seeing that his family was fine and he felt so good again, the anger in his heart increased along with it.

The falling percussion vocals completely vented my feelings, and my mood suddenly felt much better.

As for Fujiwara Richi, she was able to deal with the old woman playing the shamisen by herself. Although she was slightly injured, she was still more than capable. With a flexible flying step, she propped up the door and window, and jumped up gracefully in the air, like a swan indoors, graceful and

Gao Ya. She stretched out her kick and kicked the killer violently in the chest. The mother intertwined her hands to block it and quickly took a few steps back.

Knowing that the situation was not good and that the task could no longer be completed, the old woman broke the window and ran away.

Fujiwara Richi followed the window hole and jumped out quickly, and saw that the three Ninzakura sisters, who had been protecting her secretly, had blocked the road in front of the killer.

"Don't kill, live..."

Before Fujiwara Richi finished speaking, he saw a figure rushing out from another door, holding the old woman's head with both hands, twisting it hard, and fatally blowing it. With a "click", the old woman's head was killed.

The body slowly fell from his hands.

"I'm sorry, Master." Igawa Nakano, who killed that old woman, quickly bent down and bowed in fear to admit his mistake to Fujiwara Riike.

Fujiwara Richi wanted to catch a living person and ask about the person behind the scenes. But Ikawa Nakano had killed her before he gave the order. Fujiwara Richi glanced at the respectful subordinate who bent down to admit his mistake, and the expression on his face was

The anger dissipated a lot at once.

"It's okay. You go patrol around and be on guard for anyone suspicious." Fujiwara Riike originally wanted to punish this subordinate. After thinking about it, he has been loyal for so many years. This time, he may be eager to protect his master.

, before killing the killer, the only trace of anger left on his face passed by.

"Yes, sect master." Igawa Nakano bent over and retreated piously. The three Ninzakura sisters saw Fujiwara Richi bleeding from her shoulder and wanted to help the sect master stop the bleeding, but they were ordered out by Fujiwara Richi.

At this time, Wang Yong carried the wooden door and walked out followed by a family of three.

"Miss Lichi, are you okay?" Ouyang Feifei saw Fujiwara Lichi protecting Maomao from injury, and hurriedly walked around Wang Yong and walked to her to ask.

"It's just a scratch, I'm fine. Miss Ouyang, Miss Qin, I'm deeply sorry for this attack." Although it was an accident this time, Fujiwara Richi didn't care about the injury. She still looked serious just now,

When facing this family, I looked guilty and quickly apologized to them.

"It's not your fault, Li Chi, thank you very much for saving Maomao regardless of your own safety." Qin Wanrou held Maomao in her arms, but still covered her eyes with one hand. Maomao listened to Qin Wanrou's words and told her to close her eyes.

She never opened her eyes. But Qin Wanrou put her little face on her shoulder just to be on the safe side.

"You are guests who have come from afar. It is my duty to protect you. It is this special soldier who is so powerful." Fujiwara Richi glanced at Wang Yong and said deeply apologetically.

Since Wang Yong met this arrogant Japanese woman in the Mu Group's company that day, and after having dealt with him so many times, he finally heard the Fujiwara Richi clan master saying that he was fine, while still holding the wooden door with both hands.

He looked a little flattered and became humble and said:

"Nothing, nothing, Miss Lichi, I'm just a little stronger and have better weapons."

"Is this a weapon in your hand?" Fujiwara Richi looked at the wooden door in Wang Yong's hand suspiciously. Although she had a good impression of this special soldier, she still felt that this man was very cunning.

"Yes, from now on, this wooden door will surpass the folding chair that topped the list of the top ten weapons and become the new top weapon." Wang Yong leaned the door against the wall, clapped his hands and said, he was so happy with the beating just now,

It seems that there is still something unfinished.

"Ms. Fujiwara, don't listen to his nonsense, he will shine when he has a little sunshine." Ouyang Feifei saw that Wang Yong was a little embarrassed. She had just come out of the fright and poured cold water on his face, "He did it before

I have been a soldier for more than nine years, even if I have been moving bricks for nine years, I am still almost as good as this."

Wang Yong glanced at Ouyang Feifei and thought that you had changed too quickly. Just now, you wanted to hug her and throw her into your arms, but now you suddenly turned your elbows outward.

"Miss Fujiwara, you are still bleeding, let's go back quickly." Qin Wanrou, who had been holding Maomao, said to Fujiwara Richi who looked guilty.

Maomao's little face was pressed against Qin Wanrou's shoulder. Maybe she was too tired from playing today and had no idea of ​​the danger at that time. With her face pressed against her mother's arms, the little girl actually fell asleep.

In the eyes of a child, there is no concept of danger. She only knows that lying in her mother's arms, the world is warm...

"Look at this little cutie, she actually fell asleep." Wang Yong took the sleeping Maomao from Qin Wanrou's arms, and kissed the sweetheart's pink forehead gently...

To be on the safe side, Fujiwara Richi took their family of four to his mansion.

"Look how soundly this little cutie sleeps." Wang Yong put Maomao on the bed, covered her with a quilt carefully, and kissed her tender little face before walking out with Qin Wanrou, Ouyang Feifei and the others.

room.

"Feifei, Wanrou, are you really okay?" Wang Yong, who had settled his daughter, asked the two women with concern.

"We're fine. It's just that Maomao may have been a little frightened, but now that I think about it, I'm really scared." Qin Wanrou said to Wang Yong, who was still a little worried.

Ouyang Feifei nodded, and then continued: "This thing is really strange. Those people were obviously targeting Miss Fujiwara, but if they were targeting the three of us, we took action when we were learning to dance, but later

Their target is actually Maomao."

After hearing this, Qin Wanrou nodded doubtfully.

"You said they first dealt with Fujiwara Richi, and then they targeted Maomao?" Wang Yong was also very surprised after hearing this. With his many years of experience, this matter would definitely not be as simple as a gang assassination, it must be

An assassination was carefully designed by an organization. The target was the disputes in the Fujiwara family, but since those people had offended me, I would definitely not let it go with them.

"Yes, Wang Yong, Miss Fujiwara was injured just now while protecting Maomao. I want to go over and say thank you to her." Qin Wanrou was very grateful to Fujiwara Richi for risking her own life to save Maomao.

"Maomao is my daughter too, so I should go and thank you. You two are tired today, go back and rest quickly." Wang Yong looked at the two of them tenderly, his tone also very soft.
Chapter completed!