"Indeed, this person is really terrible."

Hayato Watana nodded with a serious expression.

"Now, our DongR Kingdom martial arts community is excited. The relatives and friends of the deposed warriors have joined forces with many people, intending to gather together and use official means to seek justice from Lin Yu..."

"Baga, stupid, nonsense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sasaki Shi cursed.

He slapped the table and stood up suddenly.

Turning his head, he looked at Hayato Watanabe coldly, with anger in his eyes.

"Idiot! Your skills are not as good as others. Using other means is a humiliation! Always using such unpainful means, what is lost is the face of our Dong-R Kingdom Bushido, and what is increased is the momentum of the other party!"

Amid Sasaki's real scolding, Hayato Watanabe's head drooped even more.

Although he was unwilling to accept it, he also understood that the true Sasaki in front of him was also a person as terrifying and even more terrifying as Lin Yu.

In front of Sasaki True, he had to lower his head.

"Dorani, the decisive battle is imminent. Before the decisive battle begins, don't let anyone disturb Lin Yujun again. Remember what I said is anyone, including you, do you know!"

Upon hearing this, Hayato Watanabe nodded vigorously and said respectfully: "Hay, I understand, Master Sasaki!"

Sasaki is real at this moment, his face is as deep as water, and he is powerful without anger.

The clothes on the body are automatically without wind, and they are clattering.

That feeling seems to be possible to ride the wind at any time.

Hayato Watanabe felt an irresistible pressure, and the resentment in his heart was dispersed.

He tried hard to straighten his waist, and a sharp edge burst out from his lower eyes.

Helplessly, this resistance caused by self-esteem has no effect in the end.

"Only such an opponent is worth my all-out effort, stimulating my qi and blood spirit, and making my thoughts clear. I will not allow any battle to break the ring and peak."

"Watano Hayato, after the final battle, if I don't die, I will repay all your favors. I hope you can live until that time."

This sentence is both like a kind of comfort and a warning.

"Hayi!"

Hayato Watanabe's heart was terrified and his attitude became more and more respectful.

...

In the courtyard at the entrance of the Chizhu Gang Hall, Uncle Hua was meeting a mysterious guest.

"Mr. Hua, I hope we will have a happy cooperation this time!"

The guest raised the red wine glass in his hand and greeted him with a smile.

He has a typical white face, tall and strong figure, and a sharp temperament.

There is a strong military style between raising hands and feet.

“Happy cooperation!”

Uncle Hua also picked up the wine glass as if he was decent and gently clinked the glass with the other party.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and drank the red wine in the glass in one go.

"Your Excellency, according to our agreement, I will promptly provide you with Lin Yu's relevant information."

After drinking, Uncle Hua said with a smile.

The tone and expression were filled with a bit of flattery.

"Mr. Hua, please rest assured that as long as the mission is completed smoothly, we will support your gang to replace Watergate's status and become the most influential community organization among Chinese in the world."

The white man smiled and gave the other party a promise in a very formal tone.

Hearing this promise, a hint of heat burst into Uncle Hua's eyes.

“I am willing to trust your commitment and will do my best to help you complete your mission.”

As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of red wine that had just been opened and carefully poured it into the cup.

Then, poured myself half a cup.

"Your Excellency, what I want to remind you is that Lin Yu is a very, very terrible opponent. Just today, I have witnessed his strength with my own eyes and hope you can make complete preparations."

Uncle Hua held the wine glass and reminded with a serious expression.

The scene that happened outside the airport made him still feel scared.

If there is a choice, no one is willing to become enemies with Lin Yu.

"Mr. Hua, I know what you are worried about, but please believe in our strength. This time, General Emil has made all preparations to deal with Lin Yu."

The white man responded confidently, looking confident.

"Mr. Hua, let us raise our glasses together for the upcoming beauty-Miaosheng!"

Amid the celebration, there is infinite confidence.

...

Hokkaido, Hell Valley.

The rock formations where no grass grows, steaming hot.

The surrounding air was filled with a strong scent of sulfur, which was a completely hell scene.

Magma from deep underground gushed out from the cracks of the rock.

The entire surface of the ground was dyed scarlet, and it brought a bit of hideousness to the hot valley.

The fog is steaming and the hot springs are gurgling.

An old man sat cross-legged on a raised rock, pushing his cups and changing his cups.

What he drank was not tea, but clear spirits.

The wine enters the throat and turns into a hot line of fire.

Let the qi and blood in the body boil and boil.

A quaint samurai sword was inserted beside the old man.

There is no scabbard, only a silver-white blade, which sinks into the rocks, like cutting a tofu with a knife.

The mountain wind blows, and the blades make a clanging sound.

The old man drank a glass of wine, and his loose kimono sounded, as if he wanted to ride the wind.

A warrior who came to watch the battle sat cross-legged respectfully around him, not even daring to breathe.

In this Hell Valley, there was no sound except for the sound of drinking.

Wow...

A sound of footsteps came from outside the valley.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a group of Chinese dressed in Tang suits walking slowly around a young man.

That young man was neither tall nor short, nor fat nor thin.

His slightly delicate facial features are not very outstanding either.

Only those eyes were dark and clear, as vast as the sea of ​​smoke, as brilliant as the stars.

Countless eyes focused on him.

The young man seemed to be unaware of it.

Although the world is big, there is only one person in his eyes.

The figure sitting cross-legged on the huge rock had a condensation that was washed away from the vicissitudes of life.

He carried his hands on his back and left straight.

"Sasaki is real!"

A slow sound rang in the quiet valley of Hell.

"Lin Yu!"

The old man stood up from the rock and looked directly at the young man with bright eyes.

He raised the wine glass in his hand, raised his head and drank it all.

"Have fun, count it, I haven't been so happy for more than fifty years!"

When talking, his clothes fluttered, and he wanted to be immortal while riding the wind.

Sasaki's true eyes stopped on Lin Yu.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly and said slowly: "How can you fight against my three-foot divine weapon with bare hands?"

With just a look, Lin Yu was empty-handed and light-fitting.
To be continued...