"Yes, I think I'm tired of living, so I came here to die, isn't it happy, very hapi?" Zhou Weihua replied with a smug smile.

Harpy?

What the heck?

The little devils didn't know what Zhou Weihua was talking about, and for them it was simply looking for death.

"I don't care if you are hapi or not, there is only one ending when you come to our Hongkou Dojo, and that is to go out sideways." The little devil said and directly waved his hand to attack Zhou Weihua.

Call!

The palm wind whistled.

Boom!

I saw Zhou Weihua punch like lightning and directly knocked the little ghost to the ground.

The others saw that Zhou Weihua's combat power was very strong, and immediately several little devils rushed forward, but even so, Zhou Weihua was not afraid at all, and he bombarded the little devils with an iron fist.

Bang bang bang!

Click, click!

The little devils were either blown away by the iron fist, or their hands and feet were broken.

Punches and kicks add up.

In the blink of an eye.

More than twenty little devils all lay on the ground and let out bursts of painful screams.

"Alas, Lao Tzu still thought how powerful Hongkou Dojo was, but it turned out that it was all scum, wasting my expression and wasting my thoughts." Zhou Weihua came out early this morning to kick the restaurant, and thought that the Hongkou Dojo was as powerful as the legend, but it turned out to be just a bunch of scum.

"Eight Ga Ya Road!" Just when Zhou Weihua shook his head in disappointment, two figures appeared in the museum, this person was Matsushita Kawaki and his assistant: "Who are you?" ”

"Chinese." Zhou Weihua looked at the middle-aged Japanese man in front of him in a kimono and stepped on clogs.

"Bagaya Road, our Hongkou Dojo is not a place where you Chinese can come, do you know what kind of place we are here?" Matsushita Kawaki's assistant scolded directly,

"You are acting recklessly in our China, and this is our Chinese's place, I can come when I want, I can leave when I want, and it is not your turn to command me Japanese." Zhou Weihua waited for Matsushita Kawaki's assistant with tiger eyes.

The terrible coercion made Matsushita Kawaki's subordinates not follow at all.

This man's eyes are so terrifying that he exists like a killing god.

"Our Hongkou Dojo has a rule, those who come in must accept our challenge, otherwise they are not qualified to enter our Hongkou Dojo." Matsushita Kawaki said in direct response.

"Really? I can accept the challenge, but I have one condition. "Zhou Weihua is here to challenge, otherwise what would he do in Hongkou Dojo?

"What challenge?" Matsushita Kawaki asked curiously.

"That is, I will kill you to death, or you will kill me, that is, a battle of life and death." Zhou Weihua even directly gave Matsushita Chuan Kinoshita a death war letter.

"You...... You're a suicidal challenge. Panasonic Chuanmu frowned and looked at Zhou Weihua, what is the identity of this person? There was such a terrifying aura exuding from his body.

"That's right, I just said it, I'm tired of being alive and want to die, I hope you can fulfill me." The corners of Zhou Weihua's mouth raised a smug smile and said, "If I say so, you Japanese shouldn't be afraid, right?" It seems that your bushido spirit is really not good, right? ”

"Okay, I'll accept your challenge." Matsushita Kawaki is the director of the Hongkou Dojo, so he will naturally accept Zhou Weihua's death pick.

"Very well, thank you for giving me a chance to die." Zhou Weihua had a death smile on his face, which was a very interesting challenge for him.

Not for a while.

After the two of them were ready, they walked towards the Hongkou Dojo Stadium.

Matsushita Kawaki bowed in a sign of etiquette.

Zhou Weihua has no etiquette for a Japanese, if he has to find an explanation, it is a problem that death can solve.

"Hah!" Matsushita Chuanmu snorted violently, and then took two steps to test Zhou Weihua.

However, Zhou Weihua did not move at all.

I can't try anything at all.

Matsushita Kawaki suddenly burst out with great power, rushed up with an arrow step, and slashed at Zhou Weihua with a hand knife, Kawaki's move was enough to cut off a tree the size of an arm.

Call!

Matsushita Kawaki's hand knife attack suddenly fell short, and a palm wind blew on Zhou Weihua's handsome face.

Boom!

At the moment when Matsushita Kawaki's move fell, Zhou Weihua rushed up with an arrow step and kicked at Matsushita Kawaki, Kawaki was almost unstable, staggering backwards and retreating several steps.

Matsushita Kawaki frowned, he didn't think that this guy was so young that he could have such a powerful explosive power.

The corners of Zhou Weihua's mouth raised slightly, he would not give Matsushita Kawaki a chance to gain a foothold, and then rushed up with an arrow and kicked at Matsushita Kawaki.

Boom!

Matsushita Kawaki was directly kicked away and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhou Weihua was angry, rushed to Matsushita Kawaki again, and then raised a smile of death.

"No, don't!" Matsushita Kawaki's pupils contracted suddenly, and looking at Zhou Weihua was like watching death come.

"You're too weak." Zhou Weihua raised a smile of death, and then stepped on Matsushita Kawaki's chest.

Click!

Only the sound of bones breaking was heard.

A splash of blood-red.

Matsushita Kawaki, the head of the Hongkou Provincial Stadium, died directly on the ground.

"It's still too weak, it's really too weak." Zhou Weihua shook his head in disappointment, and then his eyes fell on the Japanese samurai with frightened eyes.

After those Japanese samurai saw Zhou Weihua kill their curator, they were not Zhou Weihua's opponents in the first place, and now they didn't dare to rush forward.

"Alas!"

Zhou Weihua left the Hongkou Dojo disappointed.

After Zhou Weihua left the Hongkou Dojo, all the wounded Japanese samurai surrounded the curator's body.

"Curator, how are you?"

"Curator, what should we do?"

"Curator, we will definitely avenge you, we will."

"The hateful Zhina, who dares to kill our curator, will definitely make him pay a heavy price."

"Hurry up and inform Fujiki Daisa and ask him to come and have a look."

At this time, a samurai with a slightly higher status in the Hongkou Dojo suddenly remembered that the biggest backer of their Hongkou Dojo was Fujiki Daisa.

Only Fujiki Daisa can help the curator avenge his hatred, and I believe that that guy must not be Fujiki Daisa's opponent, and he will definitely lose to them Japanese.

"Yes, I'll go right away. One of the team members quickly got up and left the Hongkou Dojo and went straight to the Japanese military camp.

......

"Extra, extra, earth-shattering news, earth-shattering news."

"The Hongkou Dojo was destroyed by a young Chinese group, and the director of the Hongkou Dojo, Matsushita Kawaki, was directly killed."

"Extra, extra, the most valuable large number is sold."

A child who sells newspapers begins to run from the street to the end of the street, shouting and selling newspapers, and also shouting out the key points, which is a marketing method.

"Bring me one."

"I want two copies, and I'll look at them with my left and right hands."

"Haha, I still look at one from the left and one with the left and one eye."

After the pedestrians heard the newspaper sellers shouting, they bought newspapers to read, wanting to see who killed the head of the Hongkou Taoist Stadium.