Chapter 169: Go to the Martial Arts Training Room
According to the arrangement of the Sheqi Eight Families, the three-person group from Kassel Academy will be separated.
However, things did not develop as they expected.
First up was playboy Caesar Gattuso, who righteously declined the invitation to go to Tamamonomae alone, saying he wanted to chat on the phone with his girlfriend.
The next one was Finkel. He was very short of money and didn't know whether the Eight Snake Qi Families would reimburse him. He didn't want to suffer the pain of being able to see and touch something but not buy it, so he chose to refuse with a sad face.
So they all followed Chu Zihang to resolve the underworld dispute.
Not to mention Chu Zihang, he was a pure violent maniac, when he got there he didn't even give anyone a chance to say a few polite words, he just drew his knife and started chopping.
The chopping was done with great vigor and it seemed as if it were a different world.
Caesar, who came from the Italian Mafia, was unwilling to fall behind, so he went straight to the gang leader's lair and stuffed the big and hard muzzle of the Desert Eagle into the gang leader's mouth, asking him whether he wanted to live or die.
As for Finkel, I can only say that there will be news after he returns.
I jumped up and down excitedly with my camera in hand, capturing all kinds of wonderful moments, and had already thought of the news headlines in my mind.
It's called "Two kings show off their power in the underworld, while a group of tyrants cowardly protect their remaining nest"! Damn it!
While the three of them were enjoying themselves in the Tokyo underworld, Gen Chisei also received a call from the Kanto branch.
The head of the Kanto branch, Asuya Akechi, hopes to witness the invincible close combat prowess of the current Kassel Academy, and wants him to help arrange a time.
Although in terms of rank, his position as the head of the Kanto branch is higher than that of the executive director of the Japanese branch of Minamoto Chisei.
But the Eight Sheqi Families have always been centered around the head of the family. No matter how high your position is, you can never act rashly by overdoing the head of the family.
Especially since Yuan Zhisheng is the head of the three inner families.
It is like the saying goes: Even if you are as cunning as a devil, you still have to drink my foot water.
If the king orders his subjects to drink, the subjects have to drink.
Yuan Zhisheng was already troubled by the disappearance of his sister, the guests, and the commissioner. He finally took some time to rest, but when he woke up he heard such terrible news.
You are a minister, and you go to discuss with a fresh graduate who has just been in school for less than a year. Where is your face?
Yuan Zhisheng was almost numb. He wanted to rush to the Kanto branch, slap the face of that guy from the same class but with a different fate and ask him why he was still thinking about that empty reputation.
If you really care, how about I give you the position of Executive Director and the position of Patriarch of the Yuan Family, and let me be alone and free? Anyway, he was very angry when he heard the news when he opened his eyes. He almost lay back down and turned on the computer to see if his posture of getting up was wrong.
He already had enough troubles and didn't want to cause himself more trouble.
I wanted to refuse, but the other party had already obtained the consent of the head of the family.
Although he didn't know why Mr. Masamune, who was always steady and reliable, would allow him to act recklessly at such a critical moment, Minamoto Chisei finally did not refuse his wishes.
The chef of our family had been arranged to prepare a sumptuous banquet early on, as a welcome feast for the three specialists from our department, and to introduce them to some seniors.
That night.
There is a gentle evening breeze in the Xingshen Temple, and the silver light of early summer shines on the returning visitors.
The young man was drunk, and enjoyed all the delicacies at the banquet.
"Come on, do it!"
On the tatami-covered terrace, Finkel raised a Smecta-sized wine cup and shouted, "For the mission of slaying the dragon, for the inheritance of the mission, for the glory and faith of the inheritance, we will not go home until we are drunk tonight!"
As he spoke, he tilted his head back and poured the wine. The sake with a volume of 20 milliliters and an alcohol content of 15 percent slid down the bloody mouth into the esophagus and entered the stomach with a cool feeling all the way.
"Cool!"
If Finkel's heroism were placed in ancient times, he might have attracted some attention, but no one present cared about his "huge amount".
Apart from a few polite words at the beginning, Yuan Zhisheng sat there drinking alone with a frown on his face after the meal started. Anyone could see that he was worried about something.
Chu Zihang did the same, but he just ate silently without drinking a drop of alcohol.
Caesar had always looked down on the Japanese branch, so he naturally wouldn't bother to try something that didn't appeal to him. He just drank Chateau Margaux red wine from a goblet.
On the other side, there sat a tall, handsome and arrogant man. He was kneeling on the tatami, holding a Tomahawk steak in his hand and putting it into his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on Chu Zihang.
This person is the senior brother mentioned by Genjiro - Akechi Asuya.
Yesterday, Akechi Asuya lost five of his most capable men.
They were classmates who set fires, drank, gambled, and studied together at Kassel College.
He was actually very angry, but he couldn't find a reason to get angry.
Because it was his people who colluded with outsiders to plot against investors, it would be fine if they succeeded and killed them.
In the end, not a single one was killed, and all of our own troops were killed before any of them could escape.
He felt ashamed to tell this matter to others, and from then on his voice in family meetings could not be louder than that of the Kansai branch chief.
So after getting instructions from the patriarch, he went to ask Yuan Zhisheng for instructions, and after getting permission, he rushed here without stopping.
Tonight's chef once served the Emperor's family and had repeatedly impressed foreign ambassadors with his delicious sashimi at state banquets, but the three headquarters commissioners had little interest in sashimi.
Chu Zihang finished the food in front of him, raised his head and looked at the pervert who had been watching him all night, and whispered two words: "What's the matter?"
He actually remembered that when Akechi Asuya successfully won the title of invincible in close combat at Kassel Academy not long ago, it was this guy opposite him who sent an email to ask which master he learned from.
Chu Zihang doesn't have a master, but he studied at the Musashi Kendo Training Center in his hometown for two years.
It is called a training center, but in fact it is just an interest class. Students only learn ordinary basic moves and do not learn any advanced kendo skills at all.
Those who trained with him were all older boys. Those "junior brothers" liked to jump around and watch him when he was practicing, shouting simple words like "wow", "awesome", "that's awesome" and so on.
"I've been to the Musashi Kendo training center you mentioned. I can only say that it's hard to describe. It's hard to believe that a swordsman who can take away my reputation would come from the Children's Palace."
Akechi Asuya stared into Chu Zihang's eyes, his eyes burning with a raging fighting spirit:
"I originally thought you were lying to me, deliberately hiding your master, but after seeing you, I knew that a man like you would never lie."
Facing Akechi Asuya's praise, Chu Zihang seemed oblivious and just continued to stare at him to see what he could come up with.
"Fight me!" Akechi Asuya slowly stood up, the family heirloom sword within reach:
"I want to see how good the second close combat invincible is."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place fell silent, leaving only the smacking sound of Finkel chewing a chicken leg.
Caesar is not interested in who will get the title of invincible in close combat, but if nothing unexpected happens, Chu Zihang will be his only opponent in the future.
As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat. Although Caesar was a proud man, he would not underestimate his opponent.
Since he started practicing martial arts, Chu Zihang has never avoided fighting.
Since he has come to me and asked for a duel by name, I will just play with him.
Yuan Zhisheng had no intention of stopping him. He just lit a cigarette, and the smoke he exhaled was as lonely as snow.
Crow and Yaksha were not there, as he had sent them on a mission.
Ying was also busy with the things he had assigned her. He felt helpless and desperate being alone among this group of problem children.
If there was an attribute panel, he felt that he might have been debuffed, and his intelligence attribute dropped sharply.
The banquet was over, and the terrace became more solemn and solemn.
Just as Finkel wiped the oil off his hands and picked up the camera to record the invincible close combat between the two generations of Kassel Academy, which was comparable to the PK in the Imperial City, Yuan Zhisheng thought of something and said silently: "Let's go to the martial arts training room to fight."
Xingshen Temple is an important place for the family to meet guests. Both weapons and fighting are prohibited there.
If the heads of the three inner families wanted to fight to the death, it would be understandable, but it is just a branch director with a miscellaneous surname and a foreign business trip, so just think about it.
"Then go to the martial arts training room!"
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Akechi Asuya turned around and left without any hesitation.
"It's great to be rich. You can build a martial arts training room in a skyscraper like this." Finkel whispered and followed behind into the inner passage of the Awakening Temple, which was guarded by more than 40 bodyguards.
Suddenly, he sniffed and smelled a very subtle smell of disinfectant.
He turned around and looked at his fellow apprentices nearby. They all seemed unaware of anything, except Yuan Zhisheng, who was frowning and smoking furiously amid the respectful greetings from the black-clad guards.
It seems that some story happened here.
The king of paparazzi has a first-class ability to collect intelligence, and his nose is as sharp as a dog's. After a day and a night of ventilation, he still managed to capture traces left by the major cleaning and disinfection.
However, this was the headquarters of the underworld, and it was not uncommon for a traitor and undercover agent to be caught and killed on the spot, so he did not think much about it.
Soon, Akechi Asuya, who was full of fighting spirit, came to the elevator, pressed the elevator button, then stepped aside to make way for the main seat and waited for the head of the Minamoto family to enter.
Yuan Zhisheng put out the cigarette and put it into the trash can beside him. He looked at the bright red numbers jumping on the display screen and thought of the red-haired girl again.
He had another dream during lunch break. The sister in his dream was still so cute and innocent. Unfortunately, a bastard showed up and abducted her, saying that he would not come back for dinner that night.
He was so angry that he was about to chase after him, ready to hug him and beat him up a few times before seeing the other person's true face.
Unexpectedly, I woke up as soon as I took a step.
He touched the cigarette box in his pocket and resisted the urge to have another one. He thought about waiting until this farce was over before looking for Ying.
Thinking of the girl who had always been by his side in his dreams, his eyes and brows softened for a rare moment.
Then in the next second, it suddenly changed.
With a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived at the 30th floor. The stainless steel elevator door slowly opened, and an extremely strong fishy smell hit me in the face.
Suddenly——
What hit him was not only the stench, but also a ferocious claw covered with bone spurs and scales! Behind the claw was a half-human, half-snake monster covered with scales and sharp claws, with an ugly, pale face like a demon, roaring and hissing.
Yuan Zhisheng, who had never expected to be attacked in the inner area, was stunned for a moment, but his strong bloodline and sufficient practical experience allowed him to react.
There was no time to draw his knife in the narrow space of four people surrounding him, so he kicked out, leaning his upper body backward, avoiding the sharp claws while hitting the pale monster's chest with his leather shoes.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the monster that occupied most of the elevator suffered a heavy blow and crashed into the stainless steel wall behind it, causing the elevator car to deform violently.
Although he defeated the monster hiding in the elevator and attacking him with one strike, Yuan Zhisheng did not feel proud or lucky at all, only full of "shit".
"What the hell is this?!"
As the king of paparazzi, Finkel raised his camera and took twenty consecutive photos almost the moment the monster appeared.
Perfectly capture the monster's attack and Yuan Zhisheng's dodge and counterattack.
Listening to the series of shutter sounds, Yuan Zhisheng's heart sank as he stood up again.
Akechi Asuya, who had just shouted that he wanted to spar with Chu Zihang, no longer cared about the dignity of a swordsman, and directly performed American-style Iai, pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger repeatedly, emptying the bullets.
“Roar, roar, roar——!!!”
The bullet hit the monster that occupied most of the elevator, only breaking the scales on its skin and getting stuck in its thick muscles. The damage was not great but it was very painful, and the monster screamed continuously.
The movement here aroused the vigilance of the black-clad guards in the distance, and the sound of footsteps was getting closer.
The sound of gunfire exploded beside Yuan Zhisheng's ears. Caesar held up the Desert Eagle sponsored by the Executive Bureau and aimed at the face of the human-faced monster, pulling the trigger repeatedly, splashing black blood everywhere! "What is this?" He frowned and spoke in a serious tone.
The purpose of their trip was to investigate the origin of the dragon serum. Unexpectedly, they did not find any clues about the serum, but discovered something even more terrifying -
Deadpool attacks the Japanese branch at night!
It is not impossible for Deadpool to sneak into the Genji Heavy Industries Building, but it is a little unlikely that Deadpool would sneak into the Genji Heavy Industries Building.
During the day they got a general understanding of the structure of Genji Heavy Industries. It might be a bit of an exaggeration to say that there is a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps, but there must be a fully armed guard every ten meters.
Caesar asked himself: If they wanted to sneak in, they would have to use all their life's knowledge to the fullest. How could such a huge monster possibly avoid the heavy guards and sneak in?
Chu Zihang also realized this and looked back at the black-clad guards swarming from behind.
Now, they seem to have discovered an incredible secret.
Then the retreat was cut off.
In a flash, he and Caesar exchanged glances and saw the seriousness of the matter in each other's eyes.
“Pah pah pah pah!”
Deadpool, who was shot in the head repeatedly, stopped roaring, but his thick, muscular snake tail was still lashing wildly in the elevator, and his muscular body was causing the elevator to shake continuously.
The elevator door slowly closed and the tall body of Deadpool slowly rose up.
Gen Chisei, whose face was ashen, and Akechi Asuya, who was a little confused but equally gloomy, turned around tacitly and looked at Caesar and Chu Zihang who were on guard, and finally their eyes fell on the camera in Finkel's hand, whose shutter was still clicking.
Swish——!!! Clang——!!! The Desert Eagle pressed against Akechi Asuya’s forehead, the Spider Cutter pressed against Caesar’s throat, the Murasame pressed against Gen Chisei’s chest, and Akechi Asuya’s gun aimed at Chu Zihang’s handsome face.
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely heavy.
Only Finkel, who looked at a loss, subconsciously pressed the shutter to record the scene of the confrontation between the four people.
(End of this chapter)