Due to the corruption and incompetence of the Nationalist Government, Japan's invasion of China succeeded. In the spring of this year, the Japanese Kwantung Army occupied the three eastern provinces of China and invaded North China. In order to completely subjugate the Chinese nation in spirit and force, the aggressor "Jin Bihui" made a plan, and Tohihara agreed, and reported to the commander of the Japanese Kwantung Army, Shigeru Honjo, for approval: The Sino-Japanese martial arts competition will be held in Dalian, China, and will be held there for three days.

On a vacant lot in the center of Dalian, in addition to the original square, a number of neighboring houses were demolished and built into a martial arts arena. The newly built tent is relatively tall, with a foot of hundreds of meters, and an area of about 1,000 square meters. From a distance, it is also spectacular.

Since the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, there have been many folk or semi-official international martial arts competitions here. But there has never been such a big momentum this time, and it has been more grand. It seems that Tu Feiyuan and others really tried their best to attract Song Jiliu and others to participate in the fight, and they did everything they could.

On the first day of the competition, those Japanese martial artists were fierce and fierce, and their self-sustaining power was greater, and they did not take the Chinese seriously. In addition, with the Japanese military and police guarding Taiwan, they were even more arrogant, and at the end of the day, they won a complete victory, and more than 10 Chinese people in power were killed and wounded.

In order to please the Japanese, some traitors wanted to worship the Japanese samurai Ono as the ancestor of the Chinese martial arts, so they threatened: "The Japanese martial artist defeated the invincible Chinese opponent, and interviewed Li Sangao, the boss of the apprentice ship!" The ring was held for two days, but Song Jiliu was not seen, and the people of Dalian were all complaining.

Early in the morning of the third day, there were already people entering the venue with tickets. At this moment, in addition to the well-dressed old man and the bejeweled Mrs. Kuo, there are also rich businessmen with big bellies and mediocre artists. The most conspicuous thing is the second slipper who wears a hat crookedly and holds a cigarette obliquely. They were in groups of three or five, crowding and screaming, so that the Japanese gendarmerie and the police, who were at three steps and one post and five steps and one sentry, were also anxious.

Mr. Liu, Scud, wearing the clothes of a foreign coachman, wearing a melon-skin hat crookedly, and black sneakers on his feet, took advantage of the chaos to pull the empty car to a sunny place. The car made a quick turn, its head towards a narrow alley, and then he sat down on the car, covered his face with a melon-skin hat, and took a nap. Look at him lazily basking in the sun, and then look at his dirty black face, he really looks like a lazy man, making people look uncomfortable sloppy boy.

The place where he parked, about 400 meters away from the arena, was not in a crowded place, but on the edge, and there were relatively few pedestrians. However, it is still the routine of foreign chartered cars to pull monthly packages. There were a few people who wanted to use the car, and when they saw that he was not in a crowded place to do business, but dozed off here, they knew that he was waiting for someone or being lazy, so they didn't speak.

Of course, Mr. Liu was faking to sleep, and his sharp eyes were staring at the dynamics of the arena without blinking. Not only are all the dynamics on the field in his sight, but also the movements around him, but also the afterglow of his eyes, which really doesn't even want to sneak by a mosquito. He noticed that not far from him, there was a tea buyer, who was leisurely washing the big bowl. At the mouth of the alley, there are three "old men" selling cigarettes shouting......

Mr. Liu understood: "In fact, these people were sent by Song Jiliu to cooperate with me, and they are also an integral part of today's action."

Mr. Liu is waiting for the opportunity to act, and his heart is very steady.

But at this time, Tu Feiyuan and "Jin Bihui" were uneasy.

The two of them sat in the makeshift lounge of the arena, like a needle mat, and cold sweat oozed from their faces. They wiped the handkerchief that wiped their faces soaked, and they still wiped them from time to time.

Since Tu Feiyuan arrived in Dalian, the intelligence officers of the Kuomintang "military command" have been rescued from under his nose in broad daylight. For this reason, he put a lot of effort into Song Jiliu's body, and the problem was not only no progress, but the casualties were still very large, which made him very nervous. In addition, the general attack on North China was about to begin, and Commander Honjo Fan was so anxious that he repeatedly asked about the arrest, and he became a rat drilling bellows, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

In order to prepare for this play, he had to work hard and ask the commander for advice, so that he had the guarantee of human and financial resources.

After writing "agree to do so" on his submission, Honjo didn't say anything, but just stared at him for ten minutes. Make him understand that it was an ultimatum! It is also the greatest contempt and ridicule. This is very hurtful to people's self-esteem, and it is simply going to kill the head of this big secret service! Therefore, in Tufei, his current mood is more uncomfortable than a cat scratching, and his biggest wish in his heart is to defeat Song Jiliu, avenge an arrow, and win back honor for himself.

Tu Feiyuan can't be the head of this organ with this stain and live with such a shameless face! The theme of defending one's own honor gradually squeezed the already narrow mind even smaller. In order to catch Song Jiliu and Mr. Liu and other hoeing team members, he was busy all day, and until today, he has not bothered to reply to the letters he received from his relatives at home. I didn't even have time to read my old father's letter.

At this moment, he stared out the window with a pair of bloodshot eyes, watching the prey that might appear like a hungry wolf. Especially beautiful men, young ones, are the main objects of his attention. He really wants to have the skills of Sun Wukong, and see through everyone's hearts with his fiery eyes, but he blames his mother for not having the ability to give him these good eyes!

Although it is said that for this "competition", he used a lot of money to hire everyone in Dalian who knew Song Jiliu, Mr. Liu, or some acquaintance with the hoe rape team, and even Liang Er, a half-blind old man who watched the toilet, and Wang Da, a one-legged "general", were also requisitioned. As long as Song Jiliu, Mr. Liu and others arrived, everyone watched, and some people only had to shout: "Catch the hoe team!" He would ambush him, but he was still not at ease. He still found a place to look around for himself......

He found that most of the people who had tickets entered the venue. There were only a handful of spectators at the door and a large group of thousands of fifteen or sixteen-year-olds, crowded among the small vendors, staring at the gate of the arena. These must be poor kids who can't afford to buy tickets.

There was no hoe team, and he was a little out of breath. If you really spend so much money and cast this big bait, the prey will not be baited, everything will be in vain, not to mention anything else, I don't know what kind of face Commander Honjo will give.

Tu Fei was anxious because he couldn't see the situation and couldn't hear the movement. "Jin Bihui"'s eagerness is much higher than his. This big villain thought to himself: No matter what kind of person Tu Feiyuan is, one, he is my immediate boss; Second, he is an indispensable role on the chessboard of China's "restoration". Isn't it! A few days ago, we asked him to propose to find Fu Yi to be the emperor, and Tu Feiyuan immediately agreed, and he really complied.

The female spy thought to herself: "In addition to people's physical satisfaction with us, they also think about us a lot in the overall situation!" But what about us? I didn't help others do a beautiful thing, I'm sorry for people. In case the eye reappears this time, do I still have the right to call Yoshiko Kawashima? This is the mind of this tomboy with the pseudonym Jin Bihui at this moment.

Therefore, Tu Feiyuan opened her eyes intently and looked outward, and she also couldn't take her eyes off it, for fear that a mosquito would slip away.