Xu Xiangbei sneered: "These people regard themselves as pure and righteous, and think that others are traitors and they are good people, but in fact, they themselves are the most evil villains. ”

Zuo Mu continued with a wry smile: "My master was ambushed in New York one night three years ago. He single-handedly killed five Sword Palace killers, but he was also seriously injured and died. Master told us that if we want to defeat the killers from the Sword Palace, we must go to Huaxia, the birthplace of ancient martial arts, to learn and integrate the strengths of each family in order to truly defeat the Sword Palace. Unexpectedly, we had only been in China for two years, and they approached us. ”

Xu Xiangbei said with the same enemy: "These guys are causing trouble in my territory, I won't let them go, they can find this place smoothly, they must have a stronghold in Dihai, can you find their stronghold in Dihai?"

Zuo Mu nodded and said, "Doctor Xu, you're really right, they really have a stronghold in Dihai City. My junior brother and I also inquired about the news of the Sword Palace, and knew that there was a place in the Earth Sea where an envoy from the Sword Palace had appeared. The Sword Palace Messenger is the person who delivers the news for the Sword Palace killers, and is their minions, who pimps for them. ”

Xu Xiangbei's expression became excited: "If you find the minions, you can find their master, where is that stronghold?"

"Mt. Fuji Bar on the western outskirts of the region, a bar owned by a Japanese person. ”

Mt. Fuji bar.

Xu Xiangbei and Zuo Mu sat in the corner, listening to strong and piercing music, observing the people coming and going in the bar.

Zuo Mu noticed a young man with dyed yellow hair and silver earrings, this yellow-haired young man was the minions of the Sword Palace in the Earth Sea, the messenger of the Sword Palace, and the guy who delivered the news for the killer of the Sword Palace.

The young man was chatting passionately with two scantily clad beautiful sisters.

Xu Xiangbei saw a small long sword tattoo on the wrist of the yellow-haired young man at a glance, nodded at Zuo Mu, and when the yellow-haired young man went to the toilet, the two quietly followed him.

Xu Xiangbei placed a bunch of yellow signs on the top of the toilet at the door of the men's toilet, and it was being repaired, please do not use it.

Zuo Mu chatted with the yellow-haired young man in Japanese, and found that there was no one else in the toilet except them, his face changed, and he punched the yellow-haired young man's neck.

Zuo Muben wanted to use the method of coercing a confession to take the yellow-haired young man to tell the base of the Sword Palace in Dihai.

However, his calculation was wrong, and the yellow-haired young man's skill ratio was no worse than him.

He punched out, but was held down by the yellow-haired youth.

The yellow-haired young man scolded in Japanese, his face full of smirks, and he glared at Zuo Mu coldly.

Zuo Mu has been staring at him all night, intending to tailgrate, he has long been discovered, he deliberately led Zuo Mu to the toilet with him, confident that he has received cruel special training from the Sword Palace, and his skills are outstanding, and he wants to take the opportunity to destroy Zuo Mu.

Boom, Zuo Mu was punched by the yellow-haired youth and flew out, smashing the wooden door of the toilet partition, he endured the pain, picked up the heavy water tank lid on the toilet and smashed it at the yellow-haired youth.

The yellow-haired youth kicked the toilet seat in his hand to pieces.

Zuo Mu couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he found that he didn't know when, his kung fu became worse and worse, he was broken by Xu Xiangbei, he thought that his skills were not as good as others, but he was thrown by Lu Xiaomei's back and beaten by the yellow-haired youth, which made him less and less confident in himself.

Boom, he was thrown out like a chicken, by the yellow-haired youth, smashing the innermost toilet partition.

Xu Xiangbei didn't enter the bathroom, thinking that Zuo Mu could handle it, he lit a cigarette, easily spit out the smoke ring, and heard the sound of a crackling fight inside, ready to wait for Zuo Mu to vent for a while before going in, but heard Zuo Mu's screams.

"Stinky boy, come and help, this guy is amazing. ”

Xu Xiangbei pushed open the door of the bathroom, stretched his head in, and saw Zuo Mu being hit by a straight punch from the yellow-haired young man and his nose was bleeding and falling in the corner.

Xu Xiangbei shook his head, walked into the bathroom, closed the door of the bathroom, and whistled: "Huang Mao, hey, come at me." ”

The yellow-haired young man turned his head to look at Xu Xiangbei, his eyes were full of disdain, he twisted his fists, and a pair of fist joints made a crackling sound like fried beans.

Boom, the yellow-haired young man punched him, Xu Xiangbei flashed quickly, and the bathroom wall tiles behind him were smashed by a punch.

Xu Xiangbei said with a hippie smile: "Wow, your fist is so hard, no wonder Zuo Mu can't hold it, your fist is so hard, how good it is to smash walnuts." ”

The yellow-haired young man kicked with a flying leg, and Xu Xiangbei pinched the opponent's ankle violently, and pinched it lightly with two fingers.

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking in the empty bathroom, and the yellow-haired youth let out a terrible scream, which was quickly suppressed by the strong bar music.

At the moment when the yellow-haired youth fell, Zuo Mu came to his senses and kicked the yellow-haired youth in the face, kicking the yellow-haired youth to the ground with blood all over his face.

Zuo Mu gritted his teeth with hatred, and punched the yellow-haired young man in the face a few times, so that the opponent's mouth was full of blood, and this was the solution to the hatred.

Zuo Mu washed the blood off his face with cold water, and a purple fist mark on his cheek could be seen.

Xu Xiangbei stretched the yellow-haired youth's mouth open, and his fingers were like iron tongs, and he pulled out the innermost tooth of the yellow-haired youth.

In that tooth, there was a capsule the size of a grain of rice, which contained a deadly poison, and when it was bitten into the capsule, it was divided into poisons and died.

Yesterday, the sniper committed suicide by biting through the capsule in front of Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei threw the capsule into the toilet, pressed the flush button, untied the belt of the yellow hair, and strangled the other party's mouth, so that even if he wanted to chew his tongue, it would be impossible to kill himself.

"These guys are cunning and fierce, they have poison hidden in their teeth, and if they are not careful, they will bite through the poison and kill themselves, and you should beware of them when you encounter them in the future. ”

After everything was ready, Xu Xiangbei began to ask Huang Mao, where was the killer of the Sword Palace.

Huang Mao's attitude was very tough at the beginning, and he kept spitting on Xu Xiangbei's left wood, Xu Xiangbei's fingers were condensed in the shape of needles, and with a light press on Huang Mao's shoulder, a wisp of cold internal force drilled into the other party's meridians.

Then Huang Mao felt as if tens of millions of knives were cutting his body one by one, and the pain made his whole body bruise, and his nails were deeply pinched into the flesh.

The pain was so painful that his eyes were full of despair, his eyes were chaotic, his face was blue, and he looked like life was worse than death.

A disgusting stench came from beneath him.

Zuo Mu and Xu Xiangbei had to cover their noses and continue to ask.

At the beginning of the second injection, it didn't take two minutes, Huang Mao was so painful that he almost hit his head to death, he would rather die than be tortured by broken muscles and bones.

Xu Xiangbei said with a hippie smile: "It seems that the killer of the Sword Palace, the spirit of practicing bushido is not ordinary, and he can actually withstand two injections, then I will have a third injection." ”

Hearing that the third shot was coming, the yellow-haired young man couldn't hold it anymore, and cried loudly, telling where the killer of the Sword Palace was hiding.

(End of chapter)