Hashijiro put away the Onimaru knife, looked at Takeichi Sasaki and said: "Takeichi, the children are more real than the real knife, it is inevitable that there will be casualties, you and I are both skilled in swordsmanship, who made the first attack just now, I think I know in my heart that in the situation of life and death, killing people is a last resort, and the principal has already reminded you, why do you want to take revenge after the game." ”

"How can you understand the pain of losing a child?" Takeichi Sasaki said angrily.

Hashijiro is indeed respected, no one knows his strength, but the old man Wuyi is not scared, he is a master of the seven-eyed soul, and he has inherited the Sasaki family's Yan Hui's tricks, Yan Hui is by no means those tricks used by Shota.

"I know the pain of losing a child better than you." Hashijiro said, as if remembering the past, and sadness welled up in his eyes.

He also said, "If you want revenge, you should wait for him to recover and write a war letter, which is the spirit of a samurai." ”

Although it is a modern society, many old samurai still maintain traditional ideas.

Takeichi Sasaki knew that he was at a loss, and if he continued, he would probably not be pleased, so he could only put away his knife, picked up his grandson's body, walked a few steps, and then looked back at Hashijiro and asked, "Why did the old gentleman cut five rounds with a single knife?" ”

You must know that this single knife five rounds of slashing is very difficult to practice, and it is extremely rare to be able to stab five knives in one second and attack masters of different statuses.

"What can't be chopped, knives are such things, they are used to kill people, and it is a conventional technique to strike east and west." Hashijiro said lightly.

Sakura Miyamoto got up from the ground, looked at three-Michelin-starred chef Mr. Hashijiro in surprise, and asked, "Sir, who are you?" ”

"I'm who I am, Sakura, you have to be careful." Hashijiro said kindly and handed Onimaru to her.

"Can you teach me five rounds of slashing?" Sakura Miyamoto said.

She also knew that she was caught in a huge whirlpool, and her father-in-law and grandfather had already reminded her not to approach Zhang Beiye, this kid was really a landmine.

But just now, my brain was hot, and in order to protect him, I offended the various behind-the-scenes bosses of the Shekou Group, and I am afraid that Mrs. will not protect herself.

Miyamoto Sakura is not stupid, she is just a chess piece, and she will be given up when she should be abandoned, and there is no essential difference between her and Hashimoto Jun.

Sakura, are you obsessed?

"Okay, it's just that you have to come secretly, otherwise the people of the Shekou Group will think that you will collude with us Daoji." Hashijiro said.

"Well, I know, but can I learn five rounds?"

"Sakura, the five rounds are for you." Hashijiro said.

Sakura Miyamoto thought he was just comforting herself.

At this time, a pair of police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department rushed in, as well as members of the Kyoto branch of the Shekou Group.

One wants to keep Shota's body as evidence, and the other wants to take Shota's body.

The Shekou group is law-abiding most of the time, but the way to resolve personal feuds is never to rely on the law, but on the knife.

Four first responders came in on stretchers and wanted to take Zhang Beiye away, but Sakura Miyamoto and Jun Hashimoto protected him.

Zhang Beiye will get better much faster if he heals his injuries on his own, and if he is taken away, he will inevitably be poisoned by the Shekou Group.

The identities of the two little girls are just students, how can they fight with the regular police of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The head of the Kyoto department of the Shekou Group is obviously a confidant of Takayama Hirofumi, and there is no such thing as the current president of Sakura Miyamoto.

Russell, who was lurking in the audience, was very proud, whistled happily, took out the phone from his pocket, called the CIA agents outside, and asked them to come in and take Zhang Beiye.

He originally thought that Zhang Beiye could only pry into the internal brawl of the Shekou Group, but he didn't expect that even Hashijiro of Inamishikai would be involved, which is great, great.

The Inayoshi Association is the second largest organization in the island country, although it cannot be compared with the Shekou Group, but its strength cannot be underestimated.

Russell got down from the stands, took out his CIA ID, walked up to the police chief, and pulled him to mumble for a while.

"This can't be done, kill people on the spot, how can you take it away?" said the inspector of police.

"There's surveillance here, it's obviously self-defense." Russell said.

"I can't explain it to the people."

"Then you have to explain to our President Chuan, is it difficult to ask the bosses of the two countries to talk on the phone?"

"Who is he in this ......, and why do you CIA defend him so much?"

"A very important informant who can deal with both the Shekou Group and the Black Hand Group."

The police director looked at Zhang Beiye and made a difficulty, but Russell moved out the president of the United States, and he couldn't afford to provoke him, in case this Sichuan always sprayed himself on Twitter, wouldn't it affect the future, and the entire island country was under the control of the United States.

When the people of the Shekou group saw that the Metropolitan Police Department was going to hand over the seriously injured Zhang Beiye to the CIA, they were naturally unhappy, and hundreds of guys in black suits blocked the gate of the arena and prevented Zhang Beiye from going out on a stretcher.

These guys are awesome, and they are not afraid of the CIA, after all, if you fight hard, the CIA is not the opponent of the Shekou group at all, and you can still carry the US artillery nuclear bomb to the city to blow up Lao Tzu.

"Get out of the way!" Miyamoto Sakura walked up to the Kyoto team leader and said coldly.

"President Miyamoto, why are you defending him?" The level of the Kyoto team leader is very low, only a fourth-level leader, and he is not a single hair in front of Miyamoto Sakura.

"Get out of here!" Sakura Miyamoto shouted.

"This is what the six generations specially instructed me, please don't embarrass me from the president."

Miyamoto Sakura slapped the Kyoto team leader on the chest and knocked him to the ground, and the other team members didn't know Miyamoto Sakura at all, and they were ready to rush up.

You, a little girl from Kyoto University, dare to touch our team leader.

"Presumptuous!" Miyamoto Sakura shouted, pulling up her sleeves, revealing the tattoo on her white arm, the green snake vomiting blood, which frightened the team members to immediately retreat.

When they join the club, there will be a manual, what kind of tattoo is what level, the blood-red snake letter is only qualified to tattoo the head of the representative level, even the snake lady is not qualified, she is just a behind-the-scenes boss who listens to politics.

Jun Hashimoto, a little girl who doesn't know anything, is worried about Miyamoto Sakura, she really offended the people of the Shekou Group for Zhang Beiye today.

Zhang Beiye was smoothly sent to the CIA's car and drove to the video store.

"Russell, you should send him to your embassy, it's dangerous in the video store." Sakura Miyamoto said.

"He is not a citizen of our country, and he has caused such a big incident, and the embassy of his country does not dare to accept it."

"Aren't you his partner, want to cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

"Don't worry, I will arrange for detectives to protect him with real ammunition in the video store."

"Your is useless." Sakura Miyamoto said.

She looked at the sleeping Zhang Beiye, and could only say silently, I will protect you tonight, and there is probably no possibility of turning back on this road.

Back at the video store, Wang Sihua and Eliza looked at Zhang Beiye's chest knife wound, and were so shocked that they couldn't speak, who could hurt this kid so badly.

Miyamoto Sakura wanted to know how he was injured, and now he couldn't wake up Zhang Beiye at all, so he could only enter the dream.

Sure enough, in the dream realm, Jiang Xiaoyu was sitting on the edge of Zhang Beiye, the two of them had been cultivating, and the four soul mixed crystals on Zhang Beiye's arm had only flashed once in thirty seconds before, but now it could flash once in ten seconds, that is, his strength was getting stronger again.

"Are you alright?" Sakura Miyamoto asked.

Zhang Beiye opened his eyes and said, "Sakura, I'm fine, you have to be careful, I feel that someone is coming to kill me tonight." ”

"Stepfather or Master may indeed come to kill you, but I will try my best to protect you." Sakura Miyamoto said.

"You have to be careful, it's really not good, just go, you're not their opponent."

Zhang Beiye stood up and looked at Miyamoto Sakura, wanting to take her into his arms and comfort her, but Sakura broke free, she couldn't forget Shota's death, and she always blamed herself, after all, it was a friend from childhood to adulthood.

However, in the situation at that time, Shota used this desperate trick, and the two of them always had to die one, or die together, can Zhang Beiye be blamed?

Of course not.

Although Liang Shiyin had a stiff relationship with his father before, making everyone lose face, but after all, it was only a matter of money, and after getting the control of Tianhuan Group, Liang Zhongqiu would only make money and would not suffer losses.

Miyamoto Sakura is different, the master, the father-in-law, and even the stepmother may become enemies, and the biological parents don't know who they are.

"Xiao Jiu, if you want to find it, there will be a way home...... There is pain. Jiang Xiaoyu comforted.

"You guys practice, I'll go out and watch." Sakura Miyamoto finished speaking and left the dream.

Zhang Beiye looked at her figure flying into the night sky, and decided to cultivate quietly and wake up early, otherwise Sakura would be in danger.

"Xiao Jiu, it's good." Jiang Xiaoyu said.

"Don't you always want to hit her?" Zhang Beiye asked.

"Tease...... Tease her, I like to tease...... Funny. Jiang Xiaoyu said.

Jiang Xiaoyu really likes to tease people, and last time he made his cousin Liang Shiyin faint in the toilet.

"Husband, do you need me to come to the island country?" Xiao Yu'er squatted on the edge of Zhang Beiye and asked.

"What are you doing? You can't fly. ”

"I can swim...... Swim over and help you kill the ...... Those who play with knives. Xiao Yu'er said.

Zhang Beiye opened his eyes, looked at the wet little girl, the silly little girl, hugged him and kissed him fiercely.

Thousands of kilometers of sea, you swim over? You really think you're a fish, and you'll be swept to the ends of the earth by the waves.

……

There is a subway entrance near the video store, the subway will be closed at 23 o'clock, in the deserted underground passage, there is a hundred-year-old man, wearing sunglasses, holding a python skin shamisen, humming a small song sung by the old Beijing city in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.

Ah, even more, the shadow of the moon shines on the flower platform.

Sister Qiu Xiang made a plan, she said that she would come in the evening.

In front of the Peony Pavilion, we have a lot of love, and I hope that Luan Feng will be harmoniously matched as soon as possible,

The left waits and doesn't come, and the right waits doesn't come.

Tang Xie Yuan looked at the sky, and couldn't stop being sad,

At this time, a blind old man knocked on crutches, wore sunglasses, and walked through the passage, he was the sixth generation of Takayama Hirofumi, who came to the video store to kill people.

When he passed the big seat, he stopped, took out a 10,000-yuan bill from his pocket, walked over and threw it into the box of the shamisen.

"Sir, what song are you singing, why can't I understand it?" Takayama asked.

"The minor tune of old Beijing is called "Zhaohuatai". The big seat head replied.

"Is the old gentleman an island or a Chinese?"

"Islanders."

"Oh, this song seems ancient."

"Well, it's been a hundred years."

"How old is the old gentleman?"

"Just over a hundred years old."

"The subway station is closing, and you're not leaving?"

"Wait for a friend."

"Have you waited?"

"I guess it's time to wait."