Dubai is one of the most extravagant places in the world, and it is said that gold grows on every piece of land in Dubai, and it is a paradise for the rich. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info here is the best scenery in the world, the most beautiful women in the world live in the architecturally elaborate houses, and the most privileged life and the most luxurious enjoyment. It's a place that satisfies all the ** of men and women, a land demonized by money.

It is in such a city that has been piled up with wealth, and at this time, a real battle is going on in a huge manor villa. It is a private villa of about 15 hectares in the southern end of the city, surrounded by high walls and four tall towers in the corners, which echo the central bell tower in the center of the villa, but overlook every corner of the villa. The attentive will notice that these ornately decorated towers are manned by heavily armed guards, some with sniper rifles in their hands, others crouched in the corners of the towers with individual missile systems. The only entrance to the villa is a large black carved iron door that leads to a wide marble path with a group of 18th-century Renaissance carvings at the front of the path near the rose garden. Among these carvings are brave warriors riding gilded horses, angels bowing their heads ready to shoot Cupid's arrows from the nether, and goddesses with melancholy faces. Poets, ferrymen, and milking cows are carved on the pedestals of marble statues. Passing through the statues, another part of the path reveals itself, still paved with marble, leading to the rose garden in the middle of the villa. The Rose Garden is an independent garden enclosed by a black iron fence, with an iron gate leading to the garden in front, and in the center of the garden is the bell tower, the tallest building in the villa.

Upon entering the second floor of the main building of the villa, one can see two men in kimonos fighting to the death with katanas in a spacious kendo room on the left side of the second floor. It was almost fatal, and each slash carried infinite power, and this power would be clearly visible from the trembling hands fighting against the horizontal knife.

The person sitting on the side to watch this desperate fight was a young man in a suit and leather shoes, the young man had a ruddy complexion, a slightly fat posture, and his honest eyes made people feel that this person was very amiable after seeing it at a glance. When this person's head is raised, people will notice that this person seems to be a little familiar, and attentive people will immediately recognize this person as Han Yongbo, who has disappeared in Chiang Mai, Thailand for a long time.

The vicissitudes of the years have made the naïve teenager Han Yongbo long gone, but now what is shown in front of everyone is a kind of honest and strong man with the unique sense of majesty of a mature man.

Looking at the fight in the field, Han Yongbo, who was sitting in the guest seat, seemed indifferent to everything that was happening in front of him. He had been sitting there quietly drinking his cup of tea, and only after a few minutes had he had a few minutes before he could take a peek.

He seemed to be appreciating the fight in the arena, and seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive. He always raised his head from time to time to look out the window, and a kind of impatience that had already been waiting a little was reflected in his suddenly indifferent eyes.

Finally, the sound of hurried footsteps came from downstairs. The person who came was also dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and after entering the door, he looked at the two people who couldn't hold each other with knives and sneered, and as the sneer sounded, the tall man in front of him rushed towards the two men present with his bare hands. Shaped like the wind, the tall man grabbed the hilt of one of them with one hand, and then kicked the other person out with a single kick. Immediately after that, his left hand was raised, and his right hand was clasped back, and the handle and blade of the katana were separated almost instantly. The blade was caught by the index finger of his right hand, and then it stabbed at the person who had just kicked the fly, and finally the blade was firmly pierced only half an inch in the man's chest. The bladeless hilt was still tightly gripping the short man's hand, and in a trance, he was kicked to the other end by the tall man.

Han Yongbo saw that the person who came subdued the two people present almost instantly, and a smile instantly appeared on his face, which was a little dissatisfied just now. He stood up and clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but Xiaochuan-kun is still brave and abnormal. This kind of samurai is the best in the world. ”

Listening to Han Yongbo's flattering words, the man named Xiaochuan snorted lightly in his nose, and then said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for two years, but Mr. Han is the same as in the past." The complexion is ruddy, and the body is blessed. As he spoke, Xiaochuan knelt down on the cushion beside him, and after he sat down, a delicate-looking maid soon brought tea in front of him. He was not polite, raised his hand and took the tea bowl and drank it in a big gulp.

Listening to Xiaochuan's words that the oil and salt had not entered, Han Yongbo did not show any dissatisfaction. When he saw Xiaochuan sitting down, he returned to his position and sat down, and then he turned his head to look at Xiaochuan and said, "If Xiaochuan-kun hadn't rescued him in Thailand four years ago, there would be someone Han today." Xiaochuan Jun is my life-saving benefactor, you don't have to be polite to come to Dubai this time, eating and drinking are counted on me, and being able to filial piety is the blessing of Han Yongbo's life-saving grace. ”