Zhao Peng felt a little stomachache when he saw Young Master Zhang returning to his room. How could there be no casualties in a war?
Isn't this just making things difficult for people? If being a gangster still allows you to live in peace, then wouldn't Fusang be completely evil?
However, we have to obey the boss's wishes and pay attention to methods and strategies.
This Yanagawa group is not something worth looking at.
As long as we pay a little attention, we should be able to meet the boss's requirements.
"Old White, how are those new guys practicing their battle formations?"
“Director Zhao, we have only trained them in the Three Talents Formation and the Four Symbols Formation these past few days.
After an elderly person demonstrated it and a few actual drills, they were able to use it."
"Old White, can't you just relax a little.
I feel tired for you because you have such a poker face all day long.
Come on, give me a smile, and then your sister-in-law will find you a wife."
After Zhao Peng finished speaking, he saw that Bai Bing didn't give him any expression or a word, so he said dejectedly:
"Forget it, forget it, you are such a boring person, you are just a bachelor for your whole life.
Our boss has said that in today's fight, our brothers can be injured but not killed.
I was thinking of having three groups of elderly people form a large Sancai formation.
Let them act as spearheads to disperse the enemy first. Put some psychological pressure on them.
Then let the remaining people form groups as combat units and follow behind to erode the opponent.
Tell the brothers not to fight with each other, just three against one or a group against one.
Just knock one over and move on to the next one.
We must protect ourselves first, and then beat the enemy."
"I understand, Mr. Zhao. If you don't have any other orders, I'll go inform them now."
Zhao Peng held his forehead helplessly and said, "Go ahead, Mr. Bai. We'll leave in half an hour."
After Zhao Peng and Bai Bing set off, Zhang Xudong said to He Jingxian:
"Girl, do you want to watch the fun?
This is a fight involving hundreds of people. It must be quite bizarre, right?"
He Jingxian snorted and said to him:
"Brother Dong, you're just worried about them and want to go and hold them back, why are you talking so nicely?
You go ahead, I'll stay here and look after the house.
Don't all leave. If someone raids your base, it will bring shame to the whole country.
I think you are destined to be a housewife, always worrying about things."
Zhang Xudong gave He Jingxian a thumbs up, jumped out of the window and disappeared into the night.
At night, on a street in Osaka, the doors of a banquet entertainment party opened.
The dazzling and colorful neon lights are still flashing, but the lively atmosphere of the past is gone.
A group of people wearing colorful clothes stood in the square in front of the club.
They were holding various things in their hands and standing quietly in the drizzle, as if waiting for someone.
At the front of the crowd, there was a short, sturdy man with a fierce gleam in his eyes.
Above him stood an old man in a blue kimono.
The old man was wearing wooden clogs, holding a samurai sword in his hand, and standing motionless with his eyes slightly closed.
If it weren't for that man accompanying him, he would have seemed to have merged into the night.
"Iga-senpai, they'll be here in five minutes."
Iga only moved his lips slightly, and a hoarse and harsh voice came out:
"Yanagawa, are you sure Sato-kun died at the hands of these Chinese?
If you dare to deceive and take advantage of my Iga family, you will regret it."
Yanagawa, who has always been cruel and ruthless, shuddered after hearing Iga's words.
He said in a more submissive manner:
"Senior, I can confirm that they were the ones who killed Sato-senpai."
“That means there must be a master among them.
Today I want to see what he had the right to kill Sato-kun."
Zhang Xudong hid in the darkness and looked at Iga under the lamp, and couldn't help frowning.
This is a master, a real master.
Zhao Peng is no match for him. It seems that he made the right decision to come here today.
However, Zhang Xudong did not step forward immediately. He wanted to see how Zhao Peng and the others would respond.
A few minutes later, the sound of orderly footsteps was heard in the night.
From far to near, from big to small, it came with the sound of slanting wind and drizzle.
Zhao Peng and Bai Bing walked in front and waved their hands downwards when they were ten steps away from each other.
The team of more than a hundred people stopped with two "pa pa" sounds, and stood still like pine trees.
Iga raised his eyes slightly, took two steps forward with a creaking sound and said:
“Wow, you can’t kill Sato-kun with your kung fu.
Tell me who killed Sato-kun."
Zhao Peng looked at the Fusang old man in front of him and felt that he put more pressure on him than the old Taoist priest.
He put away his playful smile and said to the old man seriously:
“I don’t know who Ito you are talking about.
Are you a senior who is in the middle stage of internal strength?
Why would you want to get involved in this kind of underworld fight?"
Iga nodded slightly and said:
"I have some vision. According to your Chinese martial arts, I should be what you call the middle stage of internal energy.
I won't get involved in your feuds.
But you must tell me who killed Sato-kun.
Sato-kun was the one hired by that kid Yamashiro Jiro to kill you.
Now, tell me who killed Sato-kun.
Otherwise, I don't mind keeping you all here."
After hearing what Iga said, Zhao Peng knew that he was in big trouble today.
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