Tokyo, Japan.

In the dead of night, the Japanese Prime Minister's Mansion is brightly lit.

"Prime Minister, the recent actions of the Rakshasa Sect are very abnormal, since the Rakshasa Festival was held a month ago, the Fire Cloud Evil God has not only gathered the forces of all parties, but also suspended all criminal activities, and organized a large number of people to move to Tokyo, in my opinion, there must be other plans...... Hmmm......"

Under the bright lights, the assistant prime minister is reporting on the recent movements of the "Rakshasa Cult".

For this overlord who commands the underworld forces in the entire Southeast Asia, it is natural that countless people are paying attention to its every move, especially Japan.

The assistant is a young and beautiful woman, dressed in a white suit, with a proud figure, a beautiful face that only looks like an immature child, and her tone is also delicate.

Halfway through speaking, she bit her red lips, her eyes were misty, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes closed up.

The old man was over the age of six, dressed in a black kimono, full of silver hair, short in stature, and his right hand was restlessly making small movements, while sneering: "It seems that the Fire Cloud Evil God is becoming more and more dishonest, don't you think that the power of the Rakshasa Sect has increased greatly in recent years, so you dare to argue with me?" It seems that it is time to teach him some lessons. ”

Although the Rakshasa Sect is famous, no matter how powerful it is, it can be the enemy of a country.

The assistant's face was flushed, the bruises on his neck were up, he pressed the pen and paper in his hand, and the suppressed voice was whispered out of his throat: "It turns out that the Prime Minister has been prepared for a long time, which is really amazing." ”

The old man had a pair of triangular eyes, and the cold light in his eyes was like a poisonous snake secretly spitting letters, which made people shudder.

He stared at the dark night outside the window, and said lightly: "If I hadn't deliberately let it go, the Rakshasa Sect would have been where it is today." ”

The assistant was puzzled: "Why? ”

The old man glanced at her with a smile, and said with a playful smile: "If the Rakshasa Sect is raised in captivity, it will have the momentum of today's unbeatable, under free-range, just a business in Xiangjiang will have five billion yuan a year, and the rest of Thailand, South Korea, and even the whole of Southeast Asia, all kinds of shady businesses, the money earned has long been incalculable." ”

At this point, the assistant already understood the old man's thoughts, and this was clearly a business without any profits.

The old man continued: "No matter how powerful the Rakshasa Sect is, no matter how high the martial arts of the Fire Cloud Evil God are, if he can be the enemy of a country, I don't believe that he can turn against the sky. ”

The assistant's eyes were confused, his shoulders trembled, and he almost groaned: "Prime Minister, you are so powerful." ”

The old man laughed, and was about to open his mouth, his eyes wide open.

"Yes, you're really good!"

But under the light in front of him, he suddenly saw the void rippling like water waves, and then a figure appeared from nothing.

Chen Zhuo looked at the silver-haired old man in front of him, and was amazed, it seems that none of these politicians' hearts are clean, but think about it, a local force can grow to such a point, and it is inseparable from these people in power.

He glanced at the old man's big hand pressed on the assistant's chest, squinted and smiled, walked to the sofa opposite and sat down, and said with a smile: "Old man, you are a few years old, and you are still so interested in the big night, or will I wait?" ”

The assistant was stunned for a few seconds, and finally came back to his senses, and stood up in a panic, opening his mouth to greet him.

Chen Zhuo was indifferent, picked up an orange on the table casually, rubbed it on the cuffs, and then took a bite of the belt meat, the juice splashed between his teeth, and then he said slowly: "Don't bother to work hard, those people outside can't hear it." ”

He did not speak, but spoke with his thoughts.

The old man forced his composure and said, "Who are you?" How much does it cost? I can satisfy everyone, including women. ”

As he spoke, he pushed the assistant beside him towards Chen Zhuo, and at the same time rushed out in a few steps, pulled out a knife from the knife holder against the wall, and walked on tiptoe, he was very flexible and had kung fu.

The assistant exclaimed, his body was delicate, his hands and feet were weak, and he fell straight to Chen Zhuo's feet.

Chen Zhuo looked at the old man who was running around the house like an ape, jumping like a fly, without the slightest intention of hindering, and at the same time tilted his neck, and a bitter white flew by his cheek.

"Insect carving skills."

The woman who fell to the ground took advantage of the situation to jump up flexibly, turned her hands, and had several hidden weapons between her fingers, and at the same time turned over and retreated, but as soon as she was in the air, her face changed greatly.

Then I saw Chen Zhuo pouting and smiling, flicking his fingers, and sending out a little spark from his fingertips, only to fall on the other party, the woman's petite body seemed to be rubbed together by two invisible big hands in an instant, twisted and twisted, and heard the sound of thunder and fire exploding on the ground.

Looking at it again, only pieces of rags were scattered in the air, and the bones of the people were gone.

The old man's face turned pale and he hissed and shouted, but as soon as there was a flower in front of him, Chen Zhuo had flashed in front of him like a ghost.

"Look me in the eye."

Looking at each other, there was a bright brilliance flowing in Chen Zhuo's eyes, but it lit up, and the old man's frightened expression immediately calmed down, his eyes were blank and empty, and he stood blankly.

Chen Zhuo continued to throw the half-bitten orange into his mouth, and said casually: "From today on, this seat is your master, the master has an order, not to disobey, remember, my name is Chen Zhuo, ten days later, the Rakshasa Sect will start to arrange the 'No. 1 Martial Arts Conference in the World' in Tokyo, you must do your best to help, be responsible for building momentum, invite masters from all over the world, and there must be no mistakes." ”

After speaking, Chen Zhuo snapped his fingers, and the old man's body was shocked, and he woke up to his senses, and then knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "My subordinates receive orders." ”

Chen Zhuo let out a "hmm" and asked with a curious smile: "That Emperor Rauschzi, you can solve it yourself?" ”

The old man laughed and said, "Don't worry, master, your subordinates have already made arrangements." ”

After hearing this, Chen Zhuo's body flickered, and the void outside his body immediately seemed to ripple, and the brilliance turned, and it was difficult to see with the naked eye, and his figure was hidden.

The moon hangs high.

On the spire of Tokyo Tower, the god of fire clouds is alone, overlooking the scenery under his feet, and the red cloak behind him jumps like fire, and the sound of hunting and hunting is venting the unparalleled powerful qi of the world.

Although Kyoto is his home base, it is still not comparable to the prosperity of Tokyo.

But now he didn't have the heart to think about anything else, and his mind was full of the figure of the man, the man who looked nothing unusual, but who could defeat him and hurt him in a thunderbolt.

Defeated, actually defeated?

The Fire Cloud Evil God is still dreaming, unbelievable, unbelievable, and unwilling.

He has worked hard for many years, step by step from an existence that everyone rejects to today, and has never been defeated, but now it is in the hands of a mysterious person, and it is so simple.

The chaotic thoughts drove the violent wind, blowing the sound of whimpering wind between heaven and earth.

Just as he was thinking about it, there seemed to be a wisp of wind floating down beside the Fire Cloud Evil God, turning into a figure.

"It's done?"

Chen Zhuo appeared and smiled faintly: "Since I have already gone out in person, I can't do it." ”

Huoyun Evil God is like a tight muscle, and now even the prime minister is controlled by Chen Zhuo, even if he is ruthless, there is also a feeling of numbness in the scalp, because this person acts lawlessly, without scruples, and is even more evil than him.

Chen Zhuo was also looking at the prosperity of Tokyo, he seemed to be aware of the thoughts of the people around him, and said softly: "Don't be poor and nervous, at least until the end of the martial arts conference, the whole of Japan is safe." ”

He suddenly raised his hand and made a move in the air, but saw that dozens of steel gravels that had been prepared under the tower were like being pulled by invisible silk threads, and they floated into the air one after another.

Chen Zhuo's hands were lucky, and the vigorous fire in his body exploded, like a mad demon who was playing with the sun and the moon, his hair was flying, and the evil was soaring to the sky, and dozens of iron stones were already spinning around the spire, being infused by the fire, and each of them was melting and scalding.

In the contemplation of the Fire Cloud Evil God, Chen Zhuo's hands were closed, and all the iron and stone collided in one place in an instant, entangled with each other, and merged into one.

Chen Zhuo's mind moved again, and he saw that eight vague handwriting appeared out of thin air on the huge iron stone, all of which were small letters.

"The sun is rising, Wu knocks on the gate of heaven!"

The eight characters came first, and the small characters were carved out on the stone surface, which was a strange scripture.

After doing all this, Chen Zhuo raised his hand and threw it away, and the iron stone floating in front of him immediately went straight up to the night sky and rose dozens of zhang, he kicked his foot and went straight into the air, only in the iron and stone for a moment, he pushed with both palms, and the domineering strength was sent again, and the iron and stone rose to the sky.

On the iron tower, Chen Zhuo Shi Ran fell and looked at the sky.

But I saw that the iron and stone were flowing vigorously, like a meteor, piercing the sky and falling into the world.

Little Japan is not a human being, and contemptible people can only do their best in the book to kill them.

(End of chapter)