At this time, Fu Qiu, who came over, realized that he might have thought crookedly before.

This American old man is the man who made Zhao Guohui dizzy in the original plot.

"You don't have to!"

A voice exploded, Fu Qiu walked over, directly raised his hand and grabbed the manager's arm, and forcibly unloaded it.

Accompanied by a scream.

The two guards pounced, but they were also pulled by Fu Qiu, and soon confused their joints and threw them on the ground.

The eyes of those who saw this scene widened.

I couldn't believe that the gentleman who had just sat in the piano seat and played would be so brave.

The old British gentleman who had vowed to tie Fu Qiu home glanced at that side at this time, and quietly cut the meat on the table, minimizing his sense of existence.

"Oh ~ God, is this true? The rabbits and fawns were delicious enough, and I really imagined what kind of charming fragrance they would have after being grilled repeatedly. ”

Fu Qiu pulled the ignorant Zhao Guohui to his side, glanced at the American Valentino next to him, and instructed:

"Girl, people who are not of my race will have different hearts, especially Americans."

"In the early years, they carried boats and ships of gold in San Francisco to transport Chinese to the other side of the sea for cattle and horses."

"To this day, under the Pacific Railway, there are still thousands of bones of Chinese who cannot rest in peace."

"In the past few years, they have also tricked women into going to the west to pan for gold and work, but as soon as they go, they were controlled and became a money-making tool in a brothel.

Facing Fu Qiu, the pianist, Zhao Guohui has an instinctive sense of intimacy (he was hypnotized by playing the piano before.) ）

Hearing this at this time, he immediately became wary of the American Valentino.

"Sir, please don't talk nonsense!"

Valentino couldn't help but want to say something, but was stopped by Fu Qiu's cold look, and then glanced at the three people on the ground, his heart was cold, and he had an urge to run away.

Barely controlled it, and stayed where it was.

In Zhao Guohui's view, this is to be seen through, and there is nothing to say.

Fu Qiu turned his head: "Okay, girl, let's go first." ”

"This?"

Zhao Guohui pointed to the three people on the ground.

Fu Qiu nodded lightly: "Don't worry, someone will help us deal with it." ”

"Isn't it? Mr. Nemoichiro? ”

"Yes! Be! ”

Nenichiro, who was catching up, hurriedly pulled Zhu Qianlong and bowed, saying that he would help Fu Qiu solve the matter satisfactorily.

Fu Qiu smiled slightly, left an address, and agreed to meet Ichiro Nemoto and Zhu Qianlong again tomorrow.

Leaving with Zhao Guohui, the four-eyed Taoist left with great vision.

"Officially, my name is Fu Qiu."

Zhao Guohui smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Fu." ”

"It's okay, it's just that the road is uneven."

"Just now, I saw that you were a little silent, what were you thinking?"

Zhao Guohui sighed lightly: "Qishilin's job may not be saved." ”

Fu Qiu smiled: "It's a trivial matter, I'll marry you!" ”

Zhao Guohui was not the master in the future, her eyes widened at this time, and she looked at Fu Qiu with a stunned expression.

People talk to you about work, and you talk to me about marriage?

Fu Qiu smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm a more direct person, if you want, I'll support you for a lifetime." ”

Zhao Guohui stammered a little: "Mr. Fu, we have only met once." ”

"It doesn't matter, many times one time is enough."

"If you think it's too fast, we can get in touch for a while and get to know each other."

"I'm a person who knows the depths and the shallows, and I should be trustworthy."

Zhao Guohui blushed with shame, and until she was sent home by Fu Qiu, she lowered her head and responded in a low voice.

The second day, in a private space.

Fu Qiu sat cross-legged on a futon, and the walls behind him were painted with colorful and strange symbols, forming a distorted picture.

He was wearing a special white robe today, which was also depicted with strange and twisted special symbols.

In front of him, there were Zhu Qianlong and Ichiro Nemoto, both of whom had blank eyes in their eyes.

As the distance approached, the strange symbolic patterns on Fu Qiu's body gradually imprinted into the eyes of the two.

The patterns of symbols of different colors shake with a slight movement, constantly changing shapes and textures, faintly giving people the illusion of being like living creatures.

Peng!

Hit your temples with your hands.

Their heads buzzed, their consciousness drifted away, and the sounds and images around them seemed to slowly move away.

Soon.

Their expressions calmed down.

"Now, answer my question."

Seeing this, Fu Qiu knew that the hypnosis had worked, and under his training methods, the two of them had been completely forced to hypnotize.

At this time, both of them looked confused and even a little demented, and they were confused.

All are tied to metal chairs fixed to the ground.

Fu Qiu and the two agreed to meet the next day, and the address he chose.

Quietly prepare, hypnotize the two as soon as they meet, bring them out, and then faint and throw them into the carry-on space.

"What is the reason for you to come and contact me?"

Fu Qiu didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point.

Yesterday, as soon as these two people appeared, Fu Qiu thought that their purpose was himself.

Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental to be in that place, and take the initiative to find yourself.

"It's soil and ......"

The two of them quickly spoke, probably because the Japanese took a fancy to his forces in Jinmen and the surrounding areas, and specially sent people to contact them, hoping that he could cooperate with them in the future, etc.

Fu Qiu asked the two of them a lot more information, leaving a hint of instructions.

From time to time, he finally nodded: "Okay, I understand, now you open your eyes wide and look at the man in front of you, this is the person you trust the most, the person closest to you, is your father." ”

"What he says, you will do without reservation, and his instructions will always be the first order."

To be honest, this directive is a bit unsafe.

After all, it's an old tradition for little Japan to go down, and Zhu Qianlong can even kill a master who is equal to his father.

But hypnosis is only one aspect, Fu Qiu has another hand.

As soon as their minds moved, a light and shadow appeared, and the two were in a hypnotic state, and the light and shadow did not enter the two bodies.

The first step and the second step of channeling were completed very quickly.

The third step runs through the consciousness to achieve the effect that the monarch wants the minister to die, and the minister must die, which takes about half an hour to adapt to the regulation.

When the time comes, the consciousness and body of the two do not belong to them, and it is impossible to oppose the water.

Half an hour later.

The two were sober one after the other.

"Father!"

Nenichiro bowed respectfully to Fu Qiu.

Fu Qiu raised his hand and was a slap: "Well, Ichiro, your face is getting more and more tacky." ”

Nemoichiro was a little proud: "It's good if my father likes it." ”

From time to time, Zhu Qianlong also opened his eyes: "Father." ”

"Hmm!"

Another slap in the face as a response to intimacy.

"Hidden Dragon, your face is too long, and it is uncomfortable to fight."

"Asking my father to atone for his sins is all the fault of the hidden dragon, and it is all the fault of the hidden dragon."

Fu Qiu nodded with satisfaction: "It's good to know that it's wrong." ”

"Now go back, everything is the same as before, and don't reveal who I am your father."

"Yes."

Suddenly, Fu Qiu thought of something again, and said: "By the way, you have lacked maternal love since you were a child, I hope you are looking for a beautiful girl around 18 years old in Japan, and I need to choose a suitable stepmother for you." ”

"Yes, father, we will take care of this for you." Both looked at each other with excited eyes.