Yoichi Muraoka is really a master, and this is a well-known thing in the Japanese martial arts world.

However, under the influence of Fang Yuan's money, things have reached this point, and Japan must not lose!

Therefore, although Yoichi Muraoka is a master, he still has to do what he should do.

For three months, only the first month passed, and the assassins continued to assassinate each other from afar, of course, the main purpose was not to kill him, but to injure him and ensure the victory of Yoichi Muraoka.

Today, Fang Yuan's residence has long been the focus of attention of various countries, and there are even journalists from Britain, France, the United States, and China living around, so none of these assassins use guns.

Instead, he used a cold weapon to assassinate Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan's two temporary masters, Sun Cunzhou and Liu Yunqiao, either stained the spear in their hands with blood every morning, or the blood stains on their fists did not fade.

Even Fang Yuan has added a lot of practical experience in this situation!

Killing a Japanese may cost you your life, but Fang Yuan killed an assassin!

Then it's okay, the Japanese don't care.

It's just that there are more and more assassins!

By the middle of the second month, Fang Yuan's house had two more guests, one with a big gun and the other with a big knife.

When I asked them why they came from, they replied ————Righteousness!"

The two righteous men did not report their names to Fang Yuan, but only fought with the assassins when they came, silently protecting Fang Yuan.

The two of them don't know their names, but the spears and broadswords in their hands are very sharp, and they are not weaker than the descendants of the two grandmasters!

At the beginning of the third month, four masters were not enough, and Fang Yuan added four more guests to his house!

These guests Fang Yuan didn't know their names, but they all had very high martial arts, trying their best to protect Fang Yuan who was waiting for the decisive battle to come while learning the strength change.

At the end of the third month, when they saw that they could not care about their faces, they hurt Fang Yuan, and the Japanese finally changed their ways.

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"Next month's competition, Mr. Fang, you will lose."

The person who came was a Japanese woman who did not carry any weapons and had no merits except for being beautiful, she sat opposite the Eight Great Masters and Fang Yuan, and spoke softly.

"Hmph, don't talk too much, otherwise it's easy to flash your tongue."

Before Fang Yuan could speak, Liu Yunqiao couldn't help but take the lead in speaking, and the few people sitting in the room all looked at the ladies in front of them with chuckles.

"Huh."

The woman did not speak, then got up and walked away, pausing as she reached the door.

"Fang Yuan loses, he dies alone, but if he wins, 10,000 Foshan people will be killed!"

"And in the middle of the city, the Beijing official, set up a stone monument of 'Fang Yuan', and drove all the people in the city to watch March!"

In the flat tone of statement, the woman's figure faded away, leaving everyone with round eyes.

"Bang!"

The atmosphere in the house was silent for a long time, but suddenly there was a heavy muffled sound, but it was the delicate wooden coffee table that was slapped by the angry Fang Yuan.

The Japanese woman who heard the sound chuckled lightly, and then walked away with graceful manners.

In the ten days since the Japanese woman left, no assassins came to the door, but the hearts of the eight martial arts warriors became heavier and heavier.

Only Fang Yuan, if there was no one around, continued to practice several kinds of strength.

And the time, which is also constantly advancing, has come to the night before the decisive battle.

On this night, the Japanese army was extremely well guarded in the city, and there was no one in the entire street.

However, the invisible place on the street is a different scene.

"Quick, we have to get out before dawn!"

Either under the bed, or in the dry well, or in the stone mill, the hole in the ground under the water tank was opened, and the inhabitants of the city were taken away one by one.

When the family is finished, they fill it with soil and refill the hole.

There are a lot of people in a city, and picking them all up is a huge project, and it takes a lot of time to walk together.

It's just that in some families, there are people left.

"If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave tomorrow, what are you doing here!"

A member of the Fangyuan base who was in charge of picking up the person asked anxiously, and the other party was silent for a while, and then spoke quietly.

"We're all gone, Mr. Fang?"

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Today is a good day, the white clouds are light, and the sky is blue.

The morning sun makes people feel calm, but Wuguan Street is already full of people inside and out.

Japanese soldiers can be seen everywhere on the streets, and reporters from all over the world are also everywhere, and the film cameras in their hands are constantly flashing with white light.

The original brick and stone arena on Wuguan Street has also been re-strengthened, heightened, and widened at the same time.

On both sides of the ring, high spectator seats have also been cast, and they are already overcrowded.

On the tall buildings on both sides of the ring, you can see high-ranking Japanese officers in extraordinary clothes from time to time, holding long knives with sheaths, quietly looking at the ring below.

At eight o'clock, a man in a long shirt walked in, and the already noisy street was completely boiling.

Fang Yuan, it's coming!

At the same time, the two commissioners were located in the station of Fang Yuan's base, and several men in black suddenly rushed in with guns.

"What for, what for!"

The man in black who broke in didn't say a word, and directly restrained the struggling commissioner Liu Junqiang to the ground and gagged his mouth with a rag.

After struggling vigorously for a while, under the intense consumption of physical strength, Liu Junqiang finally gave up the struggle, and had to look at the few young men in black cloth masked in the room with puzzled eyes.

Why do these gangsters look a little familiar?

"Squeak."

The wooden door of the room was pushed, and Lin, a martial idiot in a black coat, pushed the door in, and after seeing the person clearly, Liu Junqiang's brows involuntarily wrinkled together.

"Click."

Wu Idiot Lin didn't pay attention to Liu Junqiang's eyes, but suddenly took out the pistol on his waist and directly loaded the pistol bullet.

"Smack!"

Slamming the pistol on the table, Wu Idiot Lin squinted his eyes and pulled the rag from Liu Junqiang's mouth.

"Martial Idiot Lin, what are you doing here!"

The rag stuffed in his mouth was finally pulled out, and Liu Junqiang took two sips, and then asked Wu Idiot Lin urgently.

Wu Idiot Lin glanced at him, but did not answer him, but turned around and moved the chair back, and sat in front of Liu Junqiang.

"It's obvious what I'm doing, but what you're doing is a little hard to see."

Picking up the pistol on the table, Wu Idiot Lin's eyes flashed with danger, and his eyes skimmed at Liu Junqiang, who was tied to the ground, and he spoke slowly.

"What are we doing that people can't see? What did we do? ”

Wu Idiot Lin asked Liu Junqiang instead, he opened his eyes, even if he wanted to force himself to calm down, he couldn't help but ask a little impatiently for a while.

"Hmph, pull down, hit!"

Looking at Liu Junqiang, who was full of doubts, the martial idiot Lin suddenly snorted angrily, and slapped the pistol on the table, his face full of ferocity.