Chapter 437: The Great Victory of the Guild Hall

Western Hebei region. The county seat of Lin'an County. It's dark at night. The foyer of the Japanese Sakura Kaikan.

Although the county seat of Lin'an County has been without power for several days, the spacious and tidy entrance hall with two gas lamps hanging high is as bright as day. The foyer is five meters wide and ten meters long. There is a one-meter-high reception desk on the inside of the door. The foyer is flanked by a row of pots filled with precious flowers, and glass frames of Japanese landscape paintings and Japanese bewitching women hang on the walls. To the north of the foyer is a corridor two meters wide and dozens of meters long, flanked by more than 20 tatami dining rooms with sliding doors one by one, and bedrooms in the room. However, at this time, the foyer was completely chaotic, and it became a fighting arena for Chinese and Japanese men to fight hand-to-hand, and the five young Chinese men took off their shirts and fought fiercely and fiercely with twelve short and slightly fat but sturdy Japanese officers, while these five young Chinese men were calm, unhurried, and able to fight freely, without falling behind at all, and their momentum was not weak.

Three Japanese officers shot at the same time, ferociously surrounding and beating Fang Jiren alone. A Japanese officer strode forward and slammed into Francis with a heavy left fist to the temple, intending to kill him with a single punch. Fang Jiren dodged, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the left fist that hit him tightly, and then pushed it up to the left with all his strength. Only a "click" sound and a scream of "ah" were heard, and the wrist of the Japanese officer was either broken or cracked, and the cone heart was in severe pain, which hit the whole body in an instant, and the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't help but turn around and bend over to show his back. Fang Jiren took a step forward with his left foot and raised his left palm and slapped it fiercely on the back of the heart of the Japanese officer, who spat blood from his mouth and fell headfirst down like a puddle of mud. The movements of Fang Jiren's left and right hands are coherent and fast, powerful and heavy, and full of force.

When the other two Japanese officers saw their companions knocked unconscious, they were furious and frenzied, and threw their fists at Francis with one left and one right. At the moment when the two devils got close to the eyes, Fang Jiren retreated half a step with his left foot, his left body fell to the ground, raised his right leg and bent it, and kicked violently, kicking the lower abdomen of the devil on the left, and the devil fell back and fell to the ground. The Japanese officer on the right rushed to Francis's side and kicked hard, and while Franciscan rolled over and dodged, his right foot gravity kicked the devil's left leg knee, which supported the center of gravity of his body. The devil screamed and fell to the ground on his back. Fang Jiren got up and jumped into the air, his upper body and legs formed a V-shape, falling in the blink of an eye, and slamming heavily on the devil's stomach impartially. The devil snorted and immediately fainted. If it hits the heart, it kills instantly. Today, Fang Jiren is only carrying out the first step of the special column, not to take the life of the devil, but only to recreate the devil into serious internal injuries. The Japanese officer, who had just been kicked down by Francis and sat on the ground, stood up with the pain in his lower abdomen, raised the flower pot with both hands and stumbled and stumbled again, lifting the flower pot high and smashing it into Francis on the forehead. Fang Jiren took a step back to the right and then half turned around, kicked the ground with both feet, pulled onions on dry ground, jumped on the spot, turned sideways in the air, and picked up his right foot to kick the common cervical artery of the Japanese officer. The devil staggered forward in a daze and staggered forward and fell to the ground. Before falling to the ground, the flower pot in his hand smashed on the glass frame hanging on the wall, and the broken glass was scattered all over the ground. After landing on the ground, Fang Jiren stabilized his body, stepped forward and picked up his right foot and kicked the devil's temple hard. The devil's head roared suddenly, and he immediately lost consciousness.

Fang Jiren looked at the three unconscious Japanese officers and the middle-aged owner of the guild hall who were knocked to the ground by him with contempt, and shook his head again and again as if he was very sorry. "Phew! Three wastes. Fang Jiren spat fiercely and then turned his face to look at his four apprentices.

Inside the foyer, Fang Jiren's four apprentices had just defeated nine Japanese officers who had fought hand-to-hand with their bare hands, and they all fell unconscious. The four apprentices walked up to Francis together in a disdignant manner.

"Master, why is this little devil so can't help fighting? Before they came a few times, they all fell down and couldn't get up, and even straw bales like them dared to come to our China to spread wild and strong? Isn't this a rush to find death? The tall and thin apprentice said.

"Master, are you still fighting? Who else should I fight? I've just moved my muscles here, so I'm not going to be done so soon. The black-faced apprentice asked angrily.

"Master, I'm hungry, can I go to the kitchen to find something to eat?" The bald apprentice asked.

Fang Jiren couldn't help but smile as he looked at the bald apprentice. He knew that his four apprentices hadn't had enough of it at all, let alone enjoyed it. The intensity, time, and danger of this fight are far less than the usual combat training between the apprentices every day, and they still want to fight with the Japanese, find trouble, and also want to scout again, and see what the Japanese Sakura Kaikan is like before before. The most important thing is to do some necessary secrecy before leaving the hall, so as not to leave traces that can be traced and found.

"Go ahead, you two go together, five minutes, be smart."

"Master, I understand." The bald apprentice smirked mischievously and winked at the big-eyed apprentice standing beside him. The two turned and left.

"You two go to the houses quickly, take what you should take, smash what you should smash, don't have too many good things, and don't keep them. Then I'll escort all the Japanese in the hall here. Five minutes, let's go. Fang Jiren ordered the tall and thin apprentice and the black-faced apprentice.

In less than five minutes, the two apprentices, the bald head and the big eye, each dragged a wicker basket back to the foyer. A basket is filled with a variety of condiment bottles, spice jars, and sake. In another basket were two oilcloth bags filled with already cooked chicken, beef, and several sausages. The bald head also carried a food box containing Japanese pastries in his left hand, and the big eye held a Japanese command knife in his left hand.

The bald head and big eyes looked at Francis inquiringly, waiting for his orders.

"What are you two stupid looking at me for? What to do, what to do in a hurry. ”

"Yes, I understand. Master, that's what you said. The bald head repeatedly bent down and picked up the wicker basket of oil bottles, soy sauce bottles, vinegar bottles, sesame oil bottles, chili sauce, mustard sauce, pepper and other bottles and jars and threw them hard, smashing them into the glass frame on the east wall of the entrance hall, and the glass was shattered and scattered all over the ground.

Big Eyes walked to the west wall of the foyer, waved the Japanese command knife and slashed the neatly arranged flower pots, and the precious flowers in full bloom in poor innocence instantly broke their waists.

After a while, the bald head and the big-eyed thing were swapped, and it was another smash and chop. The walls on both sides of the foyer are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, like graffiti paintings.

"Bandits, just bandits." Fang Jiren said with a wry smile as he looked at his bald head and big eyes.

Five minutes later, Fang Jiren's tall and thin apprentice and black-faced apprentice each carried three * pistols on their left and right shoulders, a total of twelve pistols. Both of them carried a white cloth bag in their left hand and a Japanese command knife in their right hand, and escorted more than 20 young Japanese geisha, a dozen young Japanese hostesses, and five or six Japanese male waiters to the foyer. When they saw the devastation in the foyer and their compatriots lying on the ground, they were terrified and terrified.

Fang Jiren took the command knife from the black-faced apprentice's hand, pulled it out with a "cang" and raised it in front of him, looked at the sharp blade that shone with a dazzling cold light, put down the knife, turned his head and turned his face with disdain, looked at the Japanese geisha in a bright kimono with disdain, and said in proficient Japanese:

"A Japanese woman who sells her soul and body is not as good as a beast! Shit is not as good as that! With that, Francis raised his command knife and walked towards the Japanese geisha.

The Japanese geisha panicked, limped, and fell on their stomachs.