"Ms. Yamamoto! You are wrong. Miyazaki's death was an accident. I didn't think so. I just did what I should do." Ji Chuan seemed very angry, and he seemed to be angry out of shame. "Over the years, I have developed a lot of people, all of whom are well-known.

If we were under your leadership, our team would not be as strong as it is today. Yu Zhiqing was recruited by me, and he also got the explosives, which are now in the same place. "

"I was wrong? Am I wrong?"

Miss Yamamoto became excited again and spoke so loudly that Fu Haozhe outside the room didn't even need to hold his breath to hear her.

"Yoshikawa Ichiro! It's not my fault, it's just that you are too greedy. You deliberately killed my man, made me fall into an irretrievable sorrow, and took the opportunity to take the power from me."

Ji Chuan growled, his voice so low that Fu Haozhe had to tilt his ear to listen clearly: "I didn't."

"You have."

"I don't."

"You have it, you have it, you just have it."

Miss Yamamoto screamed hysterically, and Ji Chuan covered her mouth: "Are you crazy? Why are you screaming so loudly? Aren't you afraid of attracting people?"

"I'm not afraid of shit." Miss Yamamoto pulled Ji Chuan's hand away. "It's windy and rainy outside, and the weather is cold. Who would come to our place after eating? Yoshikawa Ichiro! I told you, I won't go back. You haven't settled the score for killing my man yet, so I can't leave."

The room fell silent again, as if neither of them said anything.

Fu Haozhe was squatting outside the house. He didn't dare to move, for fear of disturbing the people in the house or missing any important news.

The rain flowed down the hood of the raincoat, drop by drop, and dripped into his neck.

The cold rain stuck to my skin and slid down.

His clothes were wet and stuck to his body, but he remained motionless, letting the rain continue to drip down.

"It's up to you then!" Ji Chuan suddenly gave up and compromised, "Don't go near the auditorium around 8:10 pm on the 30th. Wait until things are over before you go over there."

Miss Yamamoto chuckled, "Don't worry about my business. When will you get the explosives? It's raining so hard tonight, are you sure it's safe? Where should I put it after I get it back? Have you planned everything?"

Ji Chuan nodded: "It's all arranged. I'll go get the explosives in a moment. Leave them with the security guard, Lao Li, and I'll take them back when I go to repair the chair."

"Okay! I'm glad you have an idea." Miss Yamamoto stood up, "I'm going back to sleep, you stay safe."

Ji Chuan did not answer, and then he heard the door open, and Miss Yamamoto ran back to her room. She did not bring an umbrella or a hat, and did not want to be caught in the rain, so she had to run back.

Fu Haozhe squatted behind the house, slowly stood up, changed his posture, and waited for Ji Chuan to come out.

After a while of rustling, Ji Chuan, wearing a raincoat, holding something in his arms, put his hands in his sleeves, closed the door, and left.

Fu Haozhe followed closely. The rain became heavier, covering up the sound of his footsteps. Ji Chuan had no idea that someone was following him.

Watching him enter a warehouse, Fu Haozhe quietly went around to the back of the warehouse and peeked at the situation inside the warehouse through the gap in the broken window.

At this moment, Ji Chuan was standing next to a shabby, tattered wooden table against the wall. When he moved the table away, a hole appeared on the wall, with a seemingly inconspicuous package inside.

The warehouse wall was built along the chemical plant's perimeter wall, and outside the wall was an inconspicuous wasteland. If you dug a hole there and used the weeds as cover to stuff something in, no one would know.

Fu Haozhe watched Ji Chuan carry the package in with difficulty and moved the table over to block the hole.

You don't need to look to know that there must be explosives in the package.

Without any hesitation, Fu Haozhe quickly broke into the room. The loud sound of the door opening and the sound of rain intertwined, instantly breaking the silence of the night.

Ji Chuan reacted extremely quickly. Almost at the same time as Fu Haozhe stepped into the warehouse, he pulled out a sharp dagger, flashed and attacked him.

"Yoshikawa Ichiro! I didn't expect you to be so skilled."

Fu Haozhe deliberately called out Ji Chuan's real name to increase his psychological pressure.

Ji Chuan's pupils were like an earthquake. The name Yoshikawa Ichiro had not been mentioned for a long time. Except for those who stayed before, who knew his real name, none of the people who came later knew his background.

"Who are you? Aren't you a union official? Are you here to cause trouble for me?" Ji Chuan's eyes flashed with ferocity. "Then you're dead. Anyone who knows my real name is dead, including you."

"Really? You're awesome." Fu Haozhe took off his raincoat and threw it aside. "Who is Yoshikawa Jiulang to you?"

In fact, he just asked casually and didn't expect them to have any connection. After all, one was in China and the other was abroad. Maybe they just had the same surname and had no connection at all.

Looking closely at Yoshikawa Ichiro's face, I found that his lower eyelids twitched several times when he heard Yoshikawa Kuro's name, and it seemed that they had a connection.

And they are closely related.

Ji Chuan denied it: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't know? Well, do you want to surrender, or..."

Ji Chuan got into a fighting stance: "Want to catch me? You're still a little naive."

Fu Haozhe didn't say anything, but raised his foot and kicked Ji Chuan's wrist holding the dagger.

In the narrow warehouse, Fu Haozhe and Ji Chuan fought back and forth, punching and kicking each other, and every collision was accompanied by the dull sound of flesh.

Raindrops dripped from the cracked ceiling, making a "drip-drip" sound, as if adding rhythm to this life-and-death struggle.

Although Fu Haozhe is young, he has participated in various missions and has rich fighting experience. Ji Chuan has been dormant in the chemical plant for many years and basically does not fight with others on weekdays.

In addition to his old age, short stature and lack of strength, he was at a disadvantage several times.

Of course, Fu Haozhe also intended to test his strength to see what the difference was between him and Yoshikawa Jiulang.

Their fighting styles were similar, with fierce attacks and tricky angles, and ordinary people could be easily defeated by him. Fu Haozhe had dealt with Yoshikawa Jiulang before and basically understood the Yoshikawa family's fighting style.

After testing for a moment, he felt that there was nothing special, so he cleverly used a rotten wood to trip Ji Chuan to the ground, and then gave Ji Chuan a clean knee strike, causing the dagger in his hand to fly out of his hand.

He quickly stepped forward, pinned Ji Chuan's chest with his knee, and punched him in the eye with his other hand.

Human eyes are particularly fragile. Once they are injured, the overall situation will be affected. Ji Chuan used his arms to protect his head, but Fu Haozhe's fist was so powerful that it broke his hand bones.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting."

Having lived a life of luxury for so many years, he had long forgotten how painful it was to be injured. His hand bones were broken and the pain was excruciating. Ji Chuan couldn't help but beg for mercy.

"I give up. I give up."