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", or search in Baidu: Sanlian Literature Network] Wuzhi sneered and looked at these warriors who rushed over, feeling as if Chen had entered the Hongkou Dojo.

However, these samurai from the Murata Martial Arts Hall who rushed over with bared teeth only rushed two steps before they hurriedly stopped their steps, and some of them rushed more tightly behind, and directly hit the person in front of them, and immediately made a mess.

"Yaga, why did you stop all of a sudden?" The people in the back scolded with some dissatisfaction.

"Kind, you rush to the front!" The man in front turned around and scolded. The people behind looked at the scene in front of them, and immediately stopped saying cool words, obediently stopped, and held the long knife a little uneasily, neither daring to rush forward, nor willing to retreat, with a strange expression on his face.

I saw that behind Fan Wuxi, more than a dozen bodyguards took out micro punches or pistols, and the muzzles of the black holes were facing the warriors who wanted to rush forward, as if as long as they dared to take a step closer, they would immediately give them one or two peanuts to taste.

The two sides were deadlocked for a while, and the guy Aso Kojiro, who was kicked away by Fan Wuxi, crawled back again, his ass was numb by the kick, and he felt that his tail bone seemed to be broken, and his body was also sore, as if he had been thrown into a drum and rolled for two hours, especially the part that was hit continuously by Fan Wuxi's collapse fist just now, it was even more painful, and Aso Kojiro felt that his internal organs must have been seriously injured.

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"They don't dare shoot!" Aso Kojiro endured the pain and said to the samurai.

"Huh?" Fan Wuxian frowned, he didn't expect this guy's bones to be quite hard, and he was able to climb back by himself, and he didn't know if he was too light, or the other party's kung fu foundation was much better than he expected, anyway, he climbed back by himself, which made Fan Wuxi feel a little unhappy.

If you lose, you will be defeated, just lie there honestly and wait for others to rescue you, you have to climb back with a good man, do you think you are a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed?

Kojiro Aso crawled into the crowd and sat there, only to feel that his ass was hot, and he stared at Fan Wuxian with hatred on his face and said,

"This is the Chinese Embassy, they don't dare to make too much trouble, you just have to go together, if something happens, we will be responsible!" Fan Wuxi smiled and said,

"Let me tell you clearly, Lao Tzu's bodyguards are all American passports!"

"Wow-" As soon as Aso Kojiro mustered up a little energy, the samurai immediately took two more steps back.

The Japanese are not afraid of the Chinese, they are afraid of the Americans, and the Yankees dropped two atomic bombs called Fat Man and Little Boy on their Hiroshima and Nagasaki, which frightened them, until now the US military base in Okinawa is still open, and the US military garrisons on the northern islands often stab the Japanese.

It can be said that the Japanese government has no jurisdiction over the crimes committed by the Americans in Japan, so as soon as these samurai heard that the bodyguards were all holding American passports, they immediately became a little timid, after all, when people beat themselves, they beat themselves for nothing, and if they beat others, they will be unlucky, and few people are willing to do this kind of thankless thing.

The two groups of people were so deadlocked, the Japanese didn't dare to rush over, and Fan Wuxi's bodyguards wouldn't rush over, they just looked at them so coldly.

At this time, a snake suddenly swam over in the grass, quietly walking through the grass along the ground, and suddenly found that there was a foot wearing clogs in front of him, blocking his way, the snake was angry, so he rushed up and bit hard.

"Ahh

As soon as they saw that the guy intended to commit murder with a knife, they immediately counterattacked, and the shooting skills of the seals were naturally not a problem, and one shot interrupted the opponent's long knife, and the long knife that was broken in two churned in the air and pierced into the stomach of another warrior.

This scene looks as if the other party is fighting on their own. The samurai who had been stabbed in the stomach by the broken knife immediately fell softly, and the samurai, who had been stunned, immediately jumped up as if they had exploded.

They also thought that their companions were hit by these bodyguards, and immediately rushed to the crown angrily, no longer ignoring the threat of the guns in the other party's hands, brandishing the long knife and rushing over, Fan Wuxi's bodyguards did not show weakness, one shot at a time, specializing in the opponent's long knife, their marksmanship was also very accurate, and suddenly the long knives of the samurai became broken blades, and the broken blades flew everywhere, which hurt a lot of samurai, and suddenly everyone was a mess of blood flowing.

Seeing that the other party was red-eyed, Fan Wuxian was worried that something would go wrong, so he immediately made a decisive move, kicked the dozen or so samurai who rushed to the front one by one out of the lawn of the embassy, and rolled onto the main road.

The rest of the people saw that the most elite forces in their group could not parry, and immediately dispersed and retreated, but they did not forget to drag their companions away, but there was a bloodstain on the ground, which looked quite human, and they didn't know what kind of chaos had happened here.

After watching the group retreat, the embassy people ran over and said,

"These guys are all kraft candy, they can't get rid of it, and they will definitely come over tomorrow to make trouble." Fan Wuxian nodded and said,

"Looks like I'm going to have to get rid of them once and for all, so that I don't have to leave you with trouble. ()”

"That's not easy, there are a lot of people in this gang, there are about 300 people in the Martial Arts Association, all of them are well-known hooligan underworld elements, and they are indispensable every time they make trouble." The man from the embassy replied.

Fan Wuxi looked around, and saw that the two paper figures carried by the gang were still there, so he came up with a way to give an order to the bodyguards, and someone immediately carried the two paper figures over.

"This thing should be burned, it's so insulting." The crowd of onlookers suggested indignantly.

With a wave of his hand, Fan Wuxi stopped the impulsive crowd, and then asked the embassy staff,

"Can you find some blank paper and pen and ink? And that paste needs some—"

"Of course there is, but what do you want that thing for?" The embassy staff asked casually, and then someone brought pen and ink.

Fan Wuxian used white paper to paste his name, then wrote the name of Takeo Murata on it, and dotted the lips of the paper man with the symbol of Little Japan, Rendan's beard, and painted a strip of black sun cloth on his head, and then asked everyone,

"Doesn't that feel better?"

"It's a little bit closer, they should be dressed in kimonos. ()" someone suggested. The people in the embassy were also bored, so they immediately cut out the appearance of a kimono and put it on the paper figure, which really looked like two Japanese samurai.

However, the embassy personnel also said that this kind of thing should be burned and it is not good to carry it out, because it is not conducive to Sino-Japanese friendly relations.

Fan Wuxian said,

"I'm going to kick out the embassy, and I don't want to put these two things in front of the embassy to demonstrate, it has nothing to do with Sino-Japanese friendship or anything." The ambassador was not in the embassy, and after hearing the news that Fan Wuxian was going to kick the embassy, the counselor was very frightened and hurriedly ran over to dissuade him, saying that the current Sino-Japanese relations were very delicate, and it would be difficult to handle it if this matter made waves again.

Fan Wuxian thought about it for a while, and also felt that what people said made some sense, after all, he had killed two apprentices, although he was found this time, but they were the ones who suffered, he really didn't suffer a loss, he was going to return to China in a few days, and he had to implement the overall relocation of the Jiang Automobile Research Institute and the production line back to China.

So Fan Wuxian ordered to forget it for the time being, and the two paper figures were also cleaned up, and after two days of being put in the courtyard of the embassy, they were burned in public.

The counselor was naturally satisfied with Fan Wuxi's kindness and goodness, but he didn't agree with Fan Wuxi's practice of putting two paper figures in the courtyard to show the public.

But Fan Wuxian gave him face, and he didn't care about himself, so he just let him go, anyway, they were just two paper figures, and the tricks made by the Japanese in the past were much more disgusting than this.

At the same time, the Murata Martial Arts Hall was also overcrowded, and the disciples who had returned from the feathers carried their injured fellow disciples to cry to their master, Takeo Murata, and begged the master to administer justice to them.

Takeo Murata sat on the futon in the middle of the hall with his eyes closed, his eyes slightly closed, and he looked as calm as water, and no one knew what was going on in his heart.

"What is the master doing?" A newcomer asked his companion in a whisper.

"Pretending to be forced, the masters above, aren't they all this virtuous?" The companion, who had been wounded in the head by a broken blade in this confrontation, and was now wearing a bandage on his head, heard his question, and immediately replied angrily.

"Yaga!" Kojiro Aso, who had recovered a little, heard the disrespectful words of the two people, and immediately slapped both of them, and then scolded,

"You two pig heads, you dare to slander the master, it's really a big rebellion!" Aso Kojiro is a senior brother, and he has his own authority, and the two people who were beaten didn't dare to complain, so they shrank aside, just looking at Aso Kojiro's eyes with some resentment.

At this time, Takeo Murata suddenly opened his eyes, and everyone's hearts were shocked, as if a golden light burst out of Takeo Murata's gaze just now, which was very palpitating.

"The master is really a master-" Aso Kojiro sighed in his heart, he has studied for so many years, and he has not learned the true meaning of this, otherwise he would not have suffered today's big loss.

Takeo Murata looked at the apprentices sitting around him, and said to them slowly,

"I just thought about it, this Fan is not sick, it is worth my shot." Today's first update was delivered to ******** ()