Yamada Sho died in a martial arts tournament in Hawaii.

His apprentices gritted their teeth.

But firstly, Yamada Xiang said first, and secondly, the two golden revolvers on Chen Jianqiu's waist were shining.

There is already one person on his side who has been shot, and the remaining two will go up again, I am afraid that they will not be shot by one person.

The people from the Genyosha soon arrived.

They collected Sho Yamada's body and carried it to a flatbed wagon, and the rest of the people muttered in Japanese for a long time.

As he spoke, he stared at Chen Jianqiu to prevent him from leaving.

But Chen Jianqiu didn't have any intention of leaving.

Instead, he sat at a table outside the Chinese restaurant, picked up a bowl of tea and drank water.

After a while, Li Sifu and about 20 people from the Long Xiang group arrived.

They stood behind Chen Jianqiu and didn't say a word.

These people were dressed in black robes, with guns hidden around their waists and in their clothes, and one of them was deliberately exposed.

The ronins of the Xuanyang Society had never seen these Chinese, and they thought that it was some Chinese gang that had just risen in Honolulu recently, so in the end they didn't dare to act rashly.

They left with Sho Yamada's body and the wounded.

Because if his apprentice doesn't treat it again, it is estimated that one of his arms will have to be destroyed.

After these people left, a burst of cheers erupted among the onlookers.

Recently, their living space has been squeezed by these new Japanese people, and someone finally breathed a bad breath for them.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the Tang knife and found that the blade was still shining with cold light, but there was not a drop of blood on it, and it was a good knife.

He walked up to the owner of the martial arts hall and returned the knife to him.

"I'm sorry to see blood." Chen Jianqiu said with a hint of apology.

The owner of the martial arts hall was an old man who was nearly sixty years old, and at this time he had a smile on his face, and his wrinkles had completely unfolded.

The old man did not reach out to take the knife, but shook his head again and again:

"This knife is rumored to be cast by a skilled craftsman in the ancestor, but General Qi sighed after seeing the sword, so that the imitation Tang knife process forged."

"Because there is a sound of thunder when the knife is unsheathed, it is called 'running thunder'."

"More than 400 years ago, he beheaded the Japanese in Taizhou, and since then he has not drunk the blood of the Japanese people, and now he is out of the sheath again in the hands of the hero, and it is also considered a fate."

He looked at the knife with a misty look in his eyes.

"The old man is about to die, he has no children and no daughters, and his apprentices are not successful, so he might as well give this knife to the hero, and I hope that Your Excellency will be treated well."

Chen Jianqiu saw the old man offering a knife, his tone was resolute, and it was inconvenient to refuse.

He arched his hand and said:

"I will live up to the trust."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Li Sifu came up:

"Boss, I'm afraid these Japanese won't give up."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the backs of those wanderers and narrowed his eyes:

"The soldiers will block, the water will cover the earth, if they don't make a move, I am ready to trouble them."

Genyosha's headquarters in Honolulu is located in a guild hall at the foot of the mountain.

Originally, it was a dense tropical rainforest, but when the Japanese arrived, they opened up a vacant lot here and built a guild hall modeled after the architectural style of their hometown, and next to the guild hall was a shrine.

Although the climate of Honolulu is completely different from that of Japan, according to a certain Shinto boss, as long as you have this emperor in mind, no place is your hometown.

So, under their management, rockeries were piled up, attracting flowing water, and for a while there was a sense of winding paths leading to seclusion.

On a tatami mat in one of the rooms, two people are kneeling and playing against each other.

The one who holds black is a middle-aged man in a black kimono.

His hair was even less than that of Sho Yamada, bare, and the few remaining hairs were tied into a small braid and stuck to the back of his head.

There is a scar on his cheekbone, his expression is blank, and he looks a little scary.

And sitting across from him was a young man with a wide robe and large sleeves, but with a black crown on his head, which looked a little special.

The two of them look a little out of place on this tropical island.

The young man is a Shinto priest in Honolulu named Daiki Sato, and the middle-aged man is the leader of the Genyosha here, Masao Kameda.

Sato held a white piece in his hand and landed lightly on the chessboard.

"Your Excellency Kameda, you're going to lose again." The priest said softly.

Kameda Masao seemed to wake up from his sleep and looked at the chessboard expressionlessly:

"Three steps of repentance, is it okay?"

Tian's shameless request was said by him in an extremely plain and short tone, which seemed to be a matter of course.

The priest shook his head.

"Two steps?"

The priest shook his head anyway.

"No, no more."

Kameda Masao gently threw the sunspot he had picked up in his hand into the flag box, and continued to look at the chessboard, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Mr. Kameda, with all due respect, I don't think those Chinese can pose any threat to us, although they are numerous, they are scattered, short-sighted, and they have no leader, let alone the government." The priest said.

"With the signing of the PAI Chinese Act in Hawaii, these Chinese have to return to the mainland." He put his hands on his thighs, "We can completely ignore them." ”

Young Sato didn't understand why Kameda had been so worried.

He wondered if Kameda must be too old and too conservative and cautious.

"Dealing with them is not the goal, but it must be dealt with them." Kameda popped out a sentence without a head or tail, and then stopped talking again.

Priest Sato was unimpressed.

He knew that it was not easy to get a word or two out of Kameda's mouth, who had always been taciturn.

At this moment, a noisy sound suddenly came from the courtyard outside the door.

This is rare.

The people guarding the door know that this point is usually when the president and the priest are playing chess, and no one will disturb them under normal circumstances.

Unless something big happens.

The priest stood up.

He pushed open the wooden sliding door with a "bang" and looked out.

A corpse covered in a white cloth appeared in the courtyard, and a group of ronins stood around the corpse.

Seeing that the sliding door of the room was opened, these ronins instantly knelt down and stopped talking, and the courtyard became silent again.

One of the biggest ronins stepped forward and whispered something in the priest's ear.

"Sho Yamada was hacked to death by a Chinese." The priest turned around and walked back to the side of the desk, and said to Kameda in a low voice, "When you compete in the street, your skills are not as good as others." ”

The scar on Kameda Masao's face jumped.

He looked at the ronin kneeling in the courtyard, and said nothing, as if thinking about something.

Everyone kneeling in the courtyard bowed their heads and did not dare to squeak, for fear that the president would think that they had insulted the glory of the samurai and let them commit suicide.

But fortunately, Kameda Masao didn't do that.

After a long time, he brushed down his sleeves on the courtyard and motioned for them to leave.

The door to the room was reopened, but this time there was an extra ronin inside.

"Go and call Kunihiko Yoshioka, Kojiro Sato, and Haruma Yamamoto." Kameda Masao commanded the ronin.

The ronin was ordered out of the room.

"Do you still want to act?" The priest frowned.

"Originally, I wanted to be later, but now, I feel that these Chinese need some lessons." Masao Kameda said a rare long sentence.

The scars on his face looked even more hideous.