The prince had already told me that Murakami was a well-known karate master and a well-known protector of his shortcomings, and that he wanted me to come to his door and give him an explanation, and that if I went, I would definitely not have any good fruit to eat. Murakami Shaw obviously wants to give me trouble, so Zhang Airong does not approve of me going to "bear the guilt", she comforts me and says that there is no need to worry, she will find a way to solve this problem.

Actually, I'm not afraid of Shawo Murakami, and I don't care how much money he wants to invest in Lihai City to build a production base. However, Wang Junhua has already told me just now that the investment promotion was promoted by Zhang Airong, and it is a great credit to become a result, but if it fails, it will definitely make others laugh. Especially Qin Yannian's group of people who are not at odds with Zhang Airong, so I can't trouble Aunt Zhang in this matter no matter what. I've secretly made up my mind to meet Shawo Murakami for a while, and I think to myself, what's the big scar about cutting off the head and bowl?

Zhang Airong didn't know what I was thinking, and after chatting with me for a few words, she left first.

I didn't have to wait long in the detention room, and Qin Yong, who had been in the hospital to deal with the bruises on his face, was also brought in.

I asked him about his injuries, and he said quite freely that he had kicked the grandson and smeared some iron and wine, and it was no big deal. Then he told me that Masao Murakami's kid pretended to be a dead dog and wouldn't come out when he was admitted to the hospital, clamoring to hold me accountable.

I sneered when I heard this: "Murakami's father and son are creating pressure on my Aunt Zhang, and I will be guilty of closing my door!" ”

Qin Yong opened his eyes wide and asked me what was going on, so I told Qin Yong what Shawo Murakami asked me to come to give him an explanation in person, and Qin Yong said in a lost voice: "Shawo Murakami asked you to come to the door to find him, this is obviously a Hongmen banquet, Brother Yu, you can't go." ”

I smiled wryly and said, "If I don't go, he may cancel the investment he planned in Lihai City, which will put Aunt Zhang in a very embarrassing situation, and even cause trouble from my colleagues." Aunt Zhang treats me well, and I can't embarrass her. ”

Qin Yong said: "But Dongxing and the Dragon Alliance want Brother Yu to personally preside over the overall situation, and our duel with the wolves and the Tu family is just around the corner." If Brother Yu you go to see that bird Murakami, what if something goes wrong? ”

I fell silent when I heard this, and said in a half-loud voice: "Don't worry too much, there are always more ways than difficulties, and there is always a way to solve it." ”

Qin Yong didn't speak, a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes, and then his eyes became resolute, as if he had made some kind of determination.

The two of us spent the night in the detention cell, but it was not lonely or unquiet at all, because there were so many people who came to see the two of us. First Xiao Mei came when she heard the news, then Qin Jing and Zhang Qingqing came, then Whistle Ya and Tang Anning, Ni Anqi and a group of brothers and sisters came to see me, and finally even Liao Huaqiang and the guys in the Dragon League also came, tossing me and Qin Yong all night.

The next morning, Qin Yong and I were released, but Wang Junhua told us that the matter had not been resolved, because Masao Murakami was still in the hospital and did not want to come out, and Murakami reserved the right to pursue me. What he said was a hint that I had better find a way to get rid of Murakami and not make it difficult for Zhang Airong.

I asked where Murakami lived, and Wang Junhua told me that Murakami lived in a private house at No. 31 Sakura Street. I nodded and said, "Got it, I'll go meet him tonight and try to solve this problem." ”

What I didn't notice was that Qin Yong pricked up his ears and secretly wrote down Wang Junhua's address.

Many people came to the police station to see me last night, so I didn't have a good rest last night, so I went home with Zhang Qingqing as soon as possible, took a hot bath, and ate some breakfast that Zhang Qingqing made for me, and then began to lie down to supplement sleep.

I slept until more than three o'clock in the afternoon before waking up, and I didn't see Zhang Qingqing in a daze, so I guess I went to school.

I cooked something to eat, took a shower, changed into a brand new black Dior shirt, and a pair of black trousers, with an alloy belt around my waist, put on leather shoes, and looked in the mirror after getting dressed. Well, the black shirt matches my narrow eyes, a bit of my father's demeanor back then.

I looked at the time on my watch, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, the sunset outside the window was like blood, and I was about to go to Sakura Street to meet Shawo Murakami and see what tricks this Oriental man wanted to play with me?

However, my phone rang wildly. I answered the phone with a frown, and just said a word of feed, and then there was an anxious voice from the phone: "Brother Yu, it's not good, Qin Yong's kid is gone." ”

I scolded angrily: "Qin Yong is not a child, what's so strange about being gone?" ”

"No" Whistle explained: "I saw Qin Yong's expression a little wrong today, and then at noon I saw him use his mobile phone Baidu map to select the location of Sakura Street, I didn't think too much about it at the time, and I didn't see him in the afternoon, so I wondered if he went to find Shaw Murakami?" ”

I opened my eyes wide: "I'm the one Shaw Murakami wants to clean up, why is he going to find Shawo Murakami?" ”

Whistle yelled and said, "But Shaw Murakami himself doesn't know you, Qin Yong must have pretended to be you to see Shawo Murakami." ”

"Damn, Qin Yong, this bastard is just nonsense!"

I asked Whistle to immediately gather the brothers of Dongxing, and then quickly went to Sakura Street to meet me, and after I finished the order, I hung up the phone, went downstairs and drove my Porsche 718, and rushed towards Sakura Street.

Qin Yong and his group of people didn't move much slower than me, I came to Sakura Street, and when I just found the No. 31 residence, they also drove more than a dozen cars to arrive, parked the cars in rows on the side of the street, and then crackled down dozens of people.

I led them to the iron fence gate of House 31, pressed the doorbell twice, and then two security guards in suits and headsets opened the door and came out, asking us what we were doing with black faces, and saying that this was a private house, and that we should get out of here.

I was anxious to know what Qin Yong's situation was now, so I said with a dark face: "I'm Chen Yu, I'm here to see your master Murakami Yifu, how is my brother Qin Yong's situation now?" ”

The two security guards in charge of guarding the door glanced at each other and said confusedly: "Why is there another Chen Yu, which one is real?" ”

Da Luo said angrily: "Of course this is our brother Yu, the one in front must be our brother Qin Yong, where is he now?" ”

One of the security guards with a national character face said that he was fighting with Murakami Shaw in the martial arts hall, and when I heard this, I scolded me, and then I was in a hurry to break in. But the two security guards stopped us from entering, saying that they would not let us in until they had reported to Murakami.

"Fuck off, is there still a place in Lihai City where our brother Yu can't go?"

Da Luo, this guy raised his foot and kicked the security guard over, and the other security guard took out an electric baton in anger, but was hit by Xiao Luo's quick punch, and I didn't have time to shout to stop.

I asked most of the people to guard the door, and only brought a few people in, including Whistle Ya, Da Luo Xiaoluo, Ni Anqi, Zheng Zhantao, Wang Zitian and Li Hongcheng. The 31st house is built entirely on Oriental architecture, with an open layout with raised floors and deep eaves. The living room is small and exquisite, the pillars, beams and siding are not painted, and the doors and windows are all white paper, which looks antique.

When we walked into the front yard, we met a maid in a kimono with wooden clogs, and she looked at us uninvited guests with wide eyes and suspicious eyes.

I didn't know where the so-called martial arts hall was, so I asked the maid, "Where is the martial arts hall?" ”

The maid knew Mandarin, and she subconsciously pointed to the left: "Over there!" ”

I didn't hesitate to take a few people over, and sure enough, I found a plaque hanging at the front door of the main door of the row of rooms on the left, and the three words of the martial arts hall were written in Chinese calligraphy, and there was a miserable sound from inside.

"It's Qin Yong's voice!"

I lunged up and opened the door with a thud, and the people in the room all looked at me who suddenly appeared in the doorway.

This hall was originally an indoor martial arts training ground, with wooden floors, very spacious, but there were no furnishings inside, and it looked a little empty. There were more than a dozen people, both men and women, standing in the hall twice. Some are gray-haired old men, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with beards, and look like martial arts masters. There were also a few people in suits, who seemed to be businessmen, and to my surprise, Zhang Airong was also inside, followed by two bodyguards.

In the middle of the hall, a middle-aged Oriental man in a samurai suit looked at me in astonishment, holding a katana sword with blood on its blade.

On the floor less than a meter in front of him, there was a young man covered in blood, and not far away a throwing stick was scattered.

When I saw Qin Yong injured like this, a thick anger suddenly burst out in my eyes: "Qin Yong? ”

Qin Yong, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog and did not move, heard my voice, his body immediately moved, and he raised his head full of blood with difficulty, and looked at me in a daze: "Brother Yu-"

"Help Qin Yong get up!"

The whistle teeth immediately wanted to help Qin Yong up, but Qin Yong pushed them away, and he struggled trembling alone, dragging a seriously injured right leg, struggling to me like a limping walking corpse, lowering his head and biting his lip and saying, "I'm sorry, Brother Yu, I wanted to pretend to be you to give him an explanation, but I didn't expect him to go head-to-head with me, and I fell into your name." ”

I looked at his miserable appearance covered in knife wounds, and scolded angrily, "You stupid. ”

It turned out that in addition to being a famous businessman, Murakami was also a martial arts idiot, and he himself was a famous karate master. Every time he came to a new city, he would ask who was the best here, and many people in Lihai told him that I was the new generation of heads-up kings. It just so happened that I had a conflict with his son, Masao Murakami, so he wanted to use this opportunity to fight me.

Qin Yong was afraid that something would happen to me, so he pretended to be me to see Shawo Murakami, and then fought according to the heads-up request kicked by Shawo Murakami, Qin Yong used a stick to fight with Murakami Shaw, but he lost miserably.

Originally, Qin Yong was stabbed and slightly injured, and the discussion was already over. But Murakami Yifu said something at the time and thought that Chen Yu was so powerful, it turned out that there were no tigers in the mountains, and he was called the king.

Qin Yong has always respected me as an idol, and he can't tolerate others saying that I'm not at all, but today he pretended to be my name to see Shawo Murakami, and after he lost, Shawo Murakami compared me to a monkey, and he couldn't bear it, so he continued to fight with Shawo Murakami.

It's a pity that Murakami Yifu is better than him, every time Qin Yong is knocked down, there is one more knife wound on his body, but every time he gets up again, and in the end, there are more than a dozen knife wounds of different shades on his body. If I hadn't shown up, I guess he would have continued to struggle and fight.