Masao Kameda issued a summoning order.

But this is not an easy order for the people of Genyosha.

In other words, "eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, the four heavenly kings" rarely appear at the same time.

The easiest of them to find and the easiest to communicate with was lying in the shrine with a white cloth covering his face.

"Picking flowers and enduring" Kojiro Sato often only appears at night, either on a mission or sleeping with a woman, and often does not know where to hide during the day;

"Drunkard Gun King" Kunihiko Yoshioka is slightly easier to find than the previous one.

As long as you activate the ronin of the Xuanyang Society, you will definitely be able to find them under the bridge cave or in the sugar cane fields, but whether you can wake up depends on luck, or you can directly wake up with two pieces of gold.

The best person to find is the "gambling stick boxing fairy" Yamamoto Haruma, he must be in the casino, but if the bet is on the head, it is difficult to call it open.

Even if it was an order given by Kameda Masao himself, it would take a long time.

Someone came up with an idea, and he could come up with a handful of money to win his money, and then Yamamoto Haruma had to obediently return to Genyosha.

This idea was only used once, because Izumi was directly broken by Yamamoto with two arms on the spot, and he can't even lift chopsticks until now.

But this time it was very surprising.

The first to appear at the shrine turned out to be Haruma Yamamoto.

After learning that Sho Yamada had been killed, the gambler was stunned and unexpectedly rushed out of the casino and headed straight for the bottom of the mountain.

When he walked through the torii gate (the gate at the entrance of the Shinto shrine, with two pillars and two beams, a bit like a gatehouse) to the shrine, Priest Sato was performing rituals for Sho Yamada.

The priest waved a white banner in his hand and chanted words around the corpse, but his eyes glanced at Haruma Yamamoto from time to time.

Yamamoto Haruma's face was like ashes, and he seemed very sad.

The priest sighed with emotion.

He thought that this old gambler didn't care about anyone except the sieve in the casino, but he didn't expect him to have such an iron man and tenderness.

Sato slowly walked up to Haruma Yamamoto and patted him on the thick shoulder:

"Mr. Yamamoto, the Si people have gone, and when they have turned into heroic spirits, please mourn."

Haruma Yamamoto's fists clenched, and he cried with a sad face:

"No, he's the only one willing to lend me money, he's dead, what will I do in the future?"

Sato closed his eyes and began to continue walking around Sho Yamada's body.

Shortly around noon, Haruma Yamamoto was told to go to the guild hall to meet Masao Kameda.

He took off his shoes and walked into the main hall, where he found Kunihiko Yoshioka sitting on his knees, delirious and drowsy.

There was a strong smell of alcohol within one and a half meters around this person, which made people sick.

Haruma Yamamoto sat down about two meters away from him with some disgust.

He folded his hands in front of his chest, and his expression was arrogant.

In this way, there is an empty space between the two people.

Kojiro Sato did not show up unsurprisingly.

After a while, Masao Kameda's bald head appeared behind the screen.

He silently came to Haruma Yamamoto and Kunihiko Yoshioka and sat down.

"Report to the president, we still haven't found Kojiro Sato!" The ronin standing in the doorway reported loudly.

"He'll come on his own in the evening." Kameda Masao waved his hand, "You guys go out first, close the door." ”

He adjusted his sitting position, then gently tapped his middle finger three times.

Kunihiko Yoshioka raised his head and brushed his bangs on the front of his forehead, revealing his black blindfold:

"Please, I'll listen." He said.

"You've seen Sho Yamada's corpse and the wounds on his land, right?" Masao Kameda asked, "What do you think?" ”

"This man is a master." Haruma Yamamoto said.

Kameda did not speak.

That's nonsense.

Sho Yamada himself is a master of swordsmanship, what is it that can kill him openly?

"He's got a good gun, too." The one-eyed dragon on the side added, "The shot that hit Yamada Xiang's apprentice in the leg was deliberately left behind, otherwise that kid would have died a long time ago." ”

"You say he deliberately led Yamada to challenge and injured his apprentice?" Haruma Yamamoto turned his head to look at the gunman.

Kunihiko Yoshioka stroked his forehead:

"Maybe it's just a test to see how the Hawaii police react."

"When did such a master come out of those Chinese?" Haruma Yamamoto searched in his mind for those local Chinese practitioners who had fought against him, but none of them seemed to have this ability.

"Don't dwell on this anymore." Kameda Masao's hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

His expression was as cold as a piece of iron.

"Yamamoto, your task is to attack Chinatown tomorrow with Yamada Sho's apprentice and the two hundred people from his dojo, Yoshioka, you take a hundred pikes to suppress the formation."

Kameda Masao ordered.

He gestured an index finger at Kunihiko Yoshioka:

"However, your main task is to find the Chinese who killed Sho Yamada, and then, kill him, using various methods."

Kunihiko Yoshioka's wine seemed to be awake, he had already sat up straight, bowed his head, and promised, "Hi Yi! ”

That night, the best restaurant in Chinatown, Hung Fu Lou, was lit up as if it was a festive season, and the Honolulu Chinese Association hosted a banquet for Chen Jianqiu and his colleagues.

It's a Cantonese restaurant, and the tables upstairs and downstairs are full.

The guys in the running hall shuttled back and forth between the tables with a variety of Cantonese dishes.

The people at the wine table pushed the glass and changed the lamp, calling them brothers, and the restaurant was full of people for a while, so it was not lively.

The chief director of the Chung Wah Association is surnamed Chen, and his name is Chen Dewang, and he is an old plantation owner in his 60s.

He was one of the first Chinese to come to Hawaii, and by his own hard work, he bought two sugar cane plantations and made a fortune by taking advantage of the fact that the tariffs in the United States had not risen more than ten years ago.

At this moment he stood up with his wine cup:

"Since ancient times, heroes, many civil and military skills, my family is not only a good hand in business, but also amazing in martial arts. When I first arrived, I beheaded the Japanese master at the corner of the street, which was really eyebrows, eyebrows! ”

"Why don't you come and have a toast together, ah? Hahaha. ”

Chen Dewang's face is full of spring breeze.

Mr. Chen, who is more than 30 years younger than himself, is said to be not only a well-known rich man in the United States, but also a Chinese leader on the West Coast at a young age, and he is still so capable of fighting.

The most important thing is that he has the same surname as himself, and he can't climb up to his relatives if he can't get around.

Of course, Chen Jianqiu understood his thoughts.

He didn't mind when President Chen went to check the genealogy, he was afraid that he would dare to admit it after he found out.

Everyone else at the table stood up with their cups in hand.

Most of these people are also some of the best of the Chinese community in Honolulu, ranging from businessmen to local journalists and even lawyers.

Chen Jianqiu, who was sitting on the right hand side of Chen Dewang, was forced to open his business, stood up and drank all the wine in his cup.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the situation we are facing is still very serious, and I hope that everyone can unite sincerely and be ready to fight." Chen Jianqiu said.

He didn't want to spoil everyone's interest at this happy time.

But as Li Sifu said, the people of the Xuanyang Society will definitely not give up, and the white and local natives in Honolulu have not yet expressed their attitude.

Which of these people doesn't want the Chinese to get out of here?

Everyone at the wine table looked at each other, and the displeasure on Chen Dewang's face flashed, but soon started a round with a smile on his face:

"Jianqiu, today is the day for you to pick up the wind and wash the dust, everyone is happy, don't say this, don't say this, everyone continue to drink, drink."

The atmosphere returned to normal again, and everyone began to toast each other.

Chen Jianqiu beckoned to Li Sifu, who was sitting on the opposite table.

Li Sifu immediately put down his wine glass and trotted to Chen Jianqiu's side.

"Let everyone control their drinking, especially the captain of the squad, as long as they drink too much, they will be expelled immediately!" Chen Jianqiu whispered in a low voice.

Li Sifu nodded and went down to give the order.

After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere in the restaurant became more and more enthusiastic.

Stimulated by alcohol, people on both sides became acquainted and even began to sing and dance.

Xu Ajiu is crazy personally.

He didn't drink too much, but the smell of alcohol came to his face, and his whole face felt like chicken blood.

At the instigation of his tablemates, he took out the suona pinned to the back of his waist:

"I'll blow it to everyone, how about it?"

The people below began to coax, and some began to applaud in advance.

Xu Ajiu put his mouth on his suona, took a deep breath, and his cheeks bulged like a balloon.

A suona came out, suppressing all the noise at the scene.

Being able to hear the original hometown musical instruments in this foreign country filled the faces of everyone in the restaurant with excited smiles.

Just as Xu Ajiu was playing with devotion, several people suddenly rushed in outside the door:

They ran up to the second floor in a panic and shouted loudly at Mr. Chen's desk:

"Oh no! Chen Ye! The warehouse on South Street is on fire! ”