That night, in one of the most luxurious suites on the bow of the Sword, a man in a white samurai suit knelt on the ground, his face pale, reporting something.

In front of him, there was a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body, with small eyes, two beards, and a face that gave people a sense of gloom. Although he didn't have any momentum, he sat there, and the whole room was respectful to him.

"What did you say!"

The middle-aged man stood up suddenly, looking at the white-clothed warrior with an almost distorted face, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Mr. Yoshida, please calm your anger, young master, he ......."

The white-robed warrior trembled slightly, kneeling on the ground and not daring to move. He was the head of Yuichi Yoshida's bodyguard, but tonight the young master specially approved him to participate in the welcome party, so he didn't always stay by Yuichi Yoshida's side.

As a result, when he returned, he found that the young master was dead in the room, and all the guards in the house were also dead, and none of them were alive.

"I'm angry! My sons are dead, and you have appeased my anger! ”

Jiro Yoshida slapped the white-clothed samurai in the face with a slap, and he trembled with anger.

"Check! Find out the murderer for me, and I'll break his body into pieces! ”

Jiro Yoshida glanced coldly at the white-clothed samurai on the ground, took a katana from the weapon rack, threw it in front of him with an expressionless face, and then strode out of the room.

The white-clothed samurai's face trembled slightly, revealing a miserable smile, and his hands trembled as he picked up the katana.

"Ozawa-kun, the safety of the young master is always your responsibility, and now that the young master has an accident, someone must bear the wrath of Minister Yoshida. If you can't give an explanation, I'm afraid the consequences will be very severe. ”

In the room, a man in a black samurai uniform looked indifferently at Ozawa-kun who was kneeling on the ground, and there was no sympathy in his eyes, making a mistake. to bear the cost; Give an explanation now, at least it won't hurt your family.

After saying that, the black-clothed warrior walked out coldly, and everyone in the room followed him out of the room. Only the white-clothed samurai was left kneeling in the room in a daze; After a long time, he gritted his teeth, drew his shiny katana, and committed suicide by disembowelment.

……

In the monitoring room of the Sharp Sword's cabin, Jiro Yoshida sat in a chair, and several monitors in front of him were replaying the recorded images.

"Nothing?"

Next to Jiro Yoshida, there was a middle-aged man standing. After staring at the monitor for a long time, he finally shook his head, his eyes full of doubt.

In the surveillance video, nothing was recorded, and the time when Yuichi Yoshida was killed was too long, and the surveillance video was blank.

"There are masters who have blocked the monitoring function of the camera, which should be done by peers."

A fifty-year-old man who had always stood behind Jiro Yoshida said with a solemn face.

"Is it difficult to shield the surveillance function of the camera?" Jiro Yoshida said with a gloomy face. He knows what it means to walk with Aso.

"Difficult! It's not hard either. According to the rank of the martial artist, the martial artist above the Qi Sea realm can do it. ”

Aso Shashu groaned for a moment, and the martial artist cultivated to reach the realm of the sea of qi. It can be able to discharge the internal gas externally, interfere with the environment with the internal air, and form the effect of light, which can successfully interfere with the monitoring function of the camera.

"What do you mean. The person who killed my son at least has the cultivation of the Qi Sea realm? Jiro Yoshida frowned and said, if it was just an ordinary person. He didn't worry about anything at all, but if it was a martial artist who cultivated to a strong level, it would be a bit troublesome.

However, the person who can kill his son, I'm afraid only a warrior can do it, after all, in order to protect this son, he has spent a lot of energy, and there are always more than four or five warriors around him to protect him.

"It is not certain, but it is possible that he used other means to achieve the same effect. However, we should conservatively estimate that he at least has the cultivation of the Qi Sea realm, otherwise it will be difficult to kill the young master. ”

Aso shook his head, with the current information and clues, he couldn't be sure of anything at all.

"Minister Yoshida, there's a clue."

The middle-aged man who was in charge of investigating the surveillance video suddenly walked over and said with a stern face: "About an hour ago, one of Young Master Yoshida's guards robbed a female passenger in room 1213, but there was no body of the female passenger in the young master's room, maybe this incident was related to the female passenger." ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man held a laptop and put it in front of Jiro Yoshida, and the video on it was the scene of a man dressed in black, carrying a cylindrical white quilt wrapped in it, and a woman wrapped in it, walking into Yuichi Yoshida's room.

"Does that female passenger have a companion?" A cold glint flashed in Jiro Yoshida's eyes.

"Yes! A Chinese teenager seems to be just a student, and we don't have much information about him. ”

The middle-aged man turned the video, and then a teenager appeared in the video, it was Mo Wen. After that, he also called up the video of the dispute between Mo Wen and Zhang Qiang.

"There doesn't seem to be anything peculiar about this teenager."

Aso Saki frowned and said, how could a martial artist, especially a martial artist in the Qi Sea realm, be bullied by a group of thugs.

"Whether there is a problem or not, check it out for me, you can't miss any clues, especially that woman, arrest me, and I will interrogate her personally."

Jiro Yoshida said with a cold face.

"Minister Yoshida, do you need me to take action, if there is a warrior by that woman's side, I'm afraid it will be difficult to arrest her." A gleam flashed in Aso's eyes, he was very interested in the person who could kill Young Master Yoshida.

"Aso-kun, then you can take a trip, so that I can rest assured." Jiro Yoshida nodded when he heard this.

"Minister Yoshida rest assured, I can deal with martial artists below the Dan realm." A touch of pride flashed in Aso's eyes, although he was not a martial artist in the Baodan realm, but he had killed three martial artists at the peak of the Qi Sea realm, and he was only one step away from the Baodan realm.

"If that person has the cultivation of the Bao Dan realm, won't we be able to deal with him?" Jiro Yoshida suddenly frowned, and subconsciously thought in a bad direction.

"If that person has the cultivation of the Bao Dan realm, with the strength of our current ship, he is indeed not his opponent. But Minister Yoshida, please rest assured, that probability is not large, every martial artist in the Baodan realm is a strong man, and it is not something that can be seen everywhere. ”

Aso smiled, but he wasn't too worried.

"What if?" Jiro Yoshida likes to plan ahead, and before doing anything, he will give himself a way out. Since that person was related to a martial artist, then he had to be cautious.

"Minister Yoshida, you're overthinking. Not to mention that the concept is not big, even if he really has the cultivation of the Bao Dan realm, he will not dare to kill on the ship; The International Superpower Agreement is not a dead letter, if something happens to us, you just need to find a hidden place to hide, he can't find you, and he can't help you. ”

Aso Saki frowned, this Minister Yoshida has a suspicious personality, is indecisive, does not deal with things decisively enough, and is as timid as a mouse when he encounters problems. If it weren't for the Demon Sword Society ordering him to protect Jiro Yoshida, he wouldn't want to stay with such a person and insult the integrity of a martial artist.

"Since Aso-kun thinks there is no problem, then I will naturally advance and retreat with Aso-kun." Jiro Yoshida squeezed out a smile and said, he could naturally see Aso's dissatisfaction, but Aso Saki was not his subordinate, so he couldn't say anything.

……

"Why don't you sleep?"

In the dark, Mo Wen looked at Shen Jing's bright eyes, never closed, and couldn't help but smile. It's been more than an hour, and she hasn't fallen asleep yet.

"Don't want to sleep." Shen Jing moved his body and said lazily.

"Since you don't want to sleep, why don't we do something else?" Don't ask, hehe, laugh dryly.

"Don't do anything, and I'll drive you down if you think about it any more." Shen Jing gently bit Mo Wen's chest.

"You sleep well, I'll go out for a while."

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes, but it was only fleeting, even Shen Jing, who was close at hand, didn't notice it.

"What for?" Shen Jing subconsciously grabbed Mo Wen's clothes.

"Don't worry, you won't go far, you'll be back soon, when did you become so clingy." Mo Wen touched Shen Jing's face and said with a smile.

"I'm ......" Shen Jing opened her mouth, then closed it fiercely, and snorted softly: "Where do you like to go, it's better not to come back." ”

"I'll be back in five minutes."

Mo Wen didn't stiffen his mouth with Shen Jing, walked out of bed gently, and then closed the door.

He walked into the hall, poured himself a drink, and sat down on the couch with a blank face. A pale white light shrouded the door not far away, ensuring that no matter what happened outside, Shen Jing could not hear the movement inside.

Click!

The door of the hall slammed lightly, and then opened silently, and several dark figures flashed in, as if they had already had a target, and rushed directly to the room, as if they didn't notice Mo Wen sitting in the hall at all, and directly ignored him.

However, before they could react, a terrifying coercion fell from the sky and instantly crashed into those people, as if a mountain was crashing down overhead, almost without any resistance, and just staggered to the ground.

The lights in the hall were all on at once, like daylight in the house.

Mo Wen was still sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, but on the carpet in front of him, there were several people lying on their stomachs, face down, limbs open, unable to move.

A fifty-year-old man, looking at Mo Wen with a frightened face, with an indescribable horror in his eyes, he muttered a word, but none of Mo Wen could understand.

"If you talk about people, and if you talk nonsense, I'll send you to see Lord Yama." Mo Wen glanced at the man and said indifferently.

"Are you...... Chinese ......"

Mo Wen used Huaxia just now, and the old man in black could understand it, and spoke in poor Chinese. (To be continued......)