Of course, no matter how great the hatred is, it will not make me kill him. So I only used 30% of the force.

Junichi Matsushita flew out and let out a heart-rending roar.

At the same time, his body leaned forward sharply, spurting out a mouthful of red blood.

At this moment, Yoshiko Ishikawa was also shocked!

She quickly caught up with it and held up Junichi Matsushita, who instantly became embarrassed.

Ishikawa Yoshiko looked at me angrily, and Xingshi asked, "Why are you ruthless? Shameless, shameless!" Ishikawa Yoshiko even wanted to reach out and probe the root of Matsushita Junichi's life, but after repeated attempts, it was inconvenient to start.

I lit a cigarette and said, "If I had done it to him, he wouldn't be what he is now!"

Ishikawa Yoshiko didn't continue to criticize me, but looked at Junichi Matsushita worriedly, and asked tentatively: "Matsushita-kun, how are you now, can you resist it, do you need to go to the hospital? I said I won't let you fight, you just beat! Look at what you are injured now!"

Junichi Matsushita reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said weakly: "I, I'm fine." Senior sister, senior sister, can you help me defeat him?"

Yoshiko Ishikawa was stunned for a moment: "It's still your injury that matters the most." ”

Junichi Matsushita shook his head: "No, no, my injury, it's okay." ”

Yoshiko Ishikawa hurriedly said, "But you have internal injuries!"

Junichi Matsushita: "No, senior sister, you promise me to defeat this Chinese man for me! For the dignity of our country, you must go out in person, you must!"

I admired the Japanese sense of the nation, but I really didn't want to dwell on it any longer.

However, how can the two people, who are deeply burdened with national hatred, give up?

Yoshiko Ishikawa finally let go of Junichi Matsushita and slowly stood up.

The eyes in her eyes that looked at me were condensed with a strong murderous aura.

It seems that a fight between me and her is no longer inevitable.

In Ishikawa Yoshiko's eyes, I felt a strong murderous aura.

That kind of murderous aura, as if ready to jump out of the eyes and kill for her.

This may be her true face, a Japanese beauty who is alive and well, with a hideous look, interpreting her identity as an agent.

So, is the relationship between her and Junichi Matsushita just a simple relationship? I quickly thought about it in my heart, and then I heard Yoshiko Ishikawa say coldly: "Captain Zhao, it seems that our battle is inevitable!"

I threw the cigarette butt that was about to burn to my finger and stepped on it. A gentle breeze blew, and the water under the bridge rippled slightly. But this breeze can't change the dry and hot weather at all, and as summer approaches, my heart seems to have a fire, almost ready to erupt.

I took a few steps closer to Yoshiko Ishikawa and said lightly, "Today, why are you forcing me. ”

Yoshiko Ishikawa said, "Today I want to fulfill my wish for my junior brother. ”

I said, "But you should know that now is not the time for you to fight me. Mr. Chen, I'm afraid you're not easy to explain, right?"

Yoshiko Ishikawa said disdainfully: "Mr. Chen, I'll deal with it." Rest assured, it doesn't matter if any of us are crippled today. Many things can still be carried out without you and me. ”

I said, "Since you've said that, what else can I say?" ”

Ishikawa Yoshiko glanced back at Junichi Matsushita, he had already stood up with a little difficulty, and added fuel and vinegar to Ishikawa Yoshiko's ear: "Senior sister, it's up to you, you have to defeat him today!"

Yoshiko Ishikawa frowned and said, "Matsushita-kun, you'd better talk less." ”

Junichi Matsushita obediently shut up.

I confronted Yoshiko Ishikawa, and Yoshiko Ishikawa was so determined, and her originally charming face was shrouded in a layer of murderous aura.

I took a deep breath and realized that this Yoshiko Ishikawa was by no means a simple character. Junichi Matsushita is still like this, what kind of heat has she, the so-called senior sister, reached?

Yoshiko Ishikawa took a step forward on her knees, took a small step, and got closer and closer to me.

I stayed put, still believing in the fine tradition of putting ladies first, and decided to let Yoshiko Ishikawa attack first.

But just as Yoshiko Ishikawa tried to swing her fist closely, Junichi Matsushita suddenly said to her with a sudden realization: "Senior sister, I have your best weapon in my car!"

Yoshiko Ishikawa retracted her momentum, frowned and asked, "What?"

Junichi Matsushita: "Two sticks!"

I really couldn't understand how a Japanese agent could be the best at nunchucks? Could it be that this Ishikawa Yoshiko is quite familiar with Chinese martial arts, or rather, she has a soft spot for nunchucks.

While she was thinking about it, Yoshiko Ishikawa really trotted up to the Toyota Crown, opened the door, and removed a nunchuck with a metal joint from it.

It can be seen from her posture of holding a stick that she is indeed a nunchuck practitioner, and she should have reached a certain temperature.

One can imagine how funny and ridiculous it would be for a Japanese woman to hold a nunchuck invented by Huaxia.

She played two tricks with a stick, stood firm, and looked at me.

I said lightly, "Nunchuck." ”

Yoshiko Ishikawa said, "It's a nunchuck." I didn't expect us Japanese to use nunchucks, right?"

I smiled and said, "Huaxia is the ancestor of nunchucks, don't you feel blushing when you play nunchucks in front of your ancestors?"

Ishikawa Yoshiko said: "The four great inventions also originated from China, but you Chinese people invented them, but they didn't come in handy, and they only played some small tricks." Many excellent inventions are a waste of your Chinese people. ”

I said, "Then I'll see how skilled the Japanese will be with nunchucks." ”

Yoshiko Ishikawa said: "It's a pity that only one was prepared." You're freehanded, or"

She didn't continue, because before he could react, I had quickly pulled out the waistband of my trousers and held it high in front of my eyes.

Yoshiko Ishikawa was stunned: "You, what do you want to do?"

I flicked the belt in the air with both hands in my hand: "There are no nunchucks, but there are cow belts." ”

Yoshiko Ishikawa was stunned: "You use this?"

I smiled and said, "It doesn't matter what you use, on the battlefield, no matter what you use, if you can live, it is victory." ”

Yoshiko Ishikawa said, "I didn't say that I was going to fight you to the death. There is no hatred between us, only competition. ”

I put her in the army: "But I obviously found hatred in your eyes. ”

Yoshiko Ishikawa didn't say anything more, but spread out her nunchucks with both hands, ready to go.

I'm holding a cow belt and don't worry about my pants falling off suddenly. Because my pants are fastened with double buttons.

Who can imagine how funny and ridiculous the confrontation between us is at this moment. One holds a nunchuck, and the other holds a leash. Can this kind of contest between the ancients and the future be written into the annals of history?

To a certain extent, I can use any device as a weapon. In my life, I have used a lot of weapons, I have practiced knives, guns and sticks, nunchucks and even meteor hammers, and I have come into contact with one or two. So I didn't have much fear in the face of Yoshiko Ishikawa's nunchucks. At least, she's a Japanese, and isn't it funny that the Japanese used weapons invented by Huaxia against the Chinese?

After a short confrontation, Yoshiko Ishikawa took the lead in swinging her stick, and the sound of her dexterous nunchucks and the sound of rubbing the air turned into bursts of murderous aura.

I dodged deftly, and she pressed closely, her nunchucks flying like shooting stars.

I don't want to get too entangled with her, after all, her weapon is blunt, and if it hits, it would be unimaginable. But in fact, Yoshiko Ishikawa's nunchuck fire has indeed reached a certain level.

This situation made me have to be very vigilant, seeing that the stick was like a meteor, the brush sounded, I calmly coped, but the cow belt has not played a role.

It wasn't until I had almost touched Yoshiko Ishikawa's path that I started using the belt in my hand. At first, I swung the belt to entangle with it, but it was difficult to take the initiative quickly, after all, the belt is soft and hard, and the soft hit is hard, and the strength is lacking. Yoshiko Ishikawa has always been fearless, wielding her nunchuck violently, launching round after round of attacks on me.

Time passed minute by minute, and Ishikawa Yoshiko didn't hurt me in the slightest, and I couldn't help but feel a little hurried.

But I watched the dynamics of her nunchuck, waiting for an opportunity to overcome rigidity with softness.

Three minutes later, Yoshiko Ishikawa was still full of firepower, not to mention that she looked like a weak woman, but her physical strength was quite amazing.

I continued to retreat, and Ishikawa Yoshiko attacked steadily, and from time to time combined with the double kicking method, for a while, the Chinese nunchucks and the taekwondo-flavored Japanese karate were in full swing, skillful and powerful.

In reality, I've been strategizing.

Around the fifth minute, I deliberately sold a vacancy, prompting Yoshiko Ishikawa to follow up with a swing.

I leaned back deftly, and the nunchuck was only about five or six centimeters from the tip of my nose. A gust of wind whipped a cool breeze at the tip of my nose.

The timing was in hand, and I had already grasped the belt in my hand and swept it diagonally under me.

The belt happened to be stuck at the nunchuck chain, and there was a big twist of seven or eight turns, and the center of the nunchuck was wrapped firmly.

Yoshiko Ishikawa couldn't break free repeatedly, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

I used my dexterity to pull or lift, and in an instant I engaged in an evenly matched battle with her.

She was anxious to get the nunchuck out of the belt entanglement, but she ignored that my other hand holding the belt had already begun to move back, freeing up a foot to return and slamming it into Yoshiko Ishikawa's head!

Yoshiko Ishikawa was caught off guard and received a blow to the cheek. On a very beautiful face, a bruise appeared.

I quickly pulled the belt, and the pair of nunchucks flew out of the way for more than a dozen meters, and fell straight into the river, rippling in layers of ripples.

Yoshiko Ishikawa's hands were empty, and she couldn't help but be shocked. But she no longer has any capital, and she is not even mentally prepared with her bare hands. At this moment, the belt in my hand has turned into a whip and blossomed on her.