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Kentaro didn't come to the martial arts gym again, nor did he come to explain to her. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info seemed to disappear like that, and even Chen Hua had the feeling that this relationship was illusory and unrealistic, and it was completely his own amorous feeling. Of course, he didn't promise himself love, Chen Hua put himself into the extremely dense work, trying to make himself forget.

Unexpectedly, less than half a year later, Kentaro Yamamoto reappeared in Chen Hua's plastic surgery clinic with his true identity, and he brought his bodyguard to remake the "righteous finger", which can be described as bright and swaggering, and it seems that he knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers the attitude of tigers. He went to the clinic in person on both occasions, and took the initiative to ask Chen Hua out on the third time.

This time, Kentaro Yamamoto's transformation is obvious. His public show of love, the confidence on his face, the protection of himself and the fearless look all surprised Chen Hua, he seemed to have detached from the original image of being isolated and silent, and the two of them coincidentally wanted to stay away from reality, which made their relationship burst out with blazing sparks. It's just that at that time, Chen Hua didn't know that Kentaro had obtained the so-called "super power" from Mina, and with such a mysterious weapon, Kentaro was confident that he would avoid his father's pursuit, the threat of the cannon boy, and once upon a time he thought he had the ability to settle everything.

Kentaro wants to take Chen Hua away and leave this suffocating place.

Everything seemed to be well planned, but they didn't expect that when they were about to leave the club, the cannon boy suddenly led someone to kill. It's a pity that this time the cannon boy was a complete miscalculation, he didn't estimate how powerful and terrible the enemy was, and before Kentaro could react, Mina took action. In the blink of an eye, she had killed several people with her lava hand, and the Cannon Boy's attempt to escape was quickly shattered by her use of the Shadow Hand. His neck snapped and he was killed instantly. Kentaro's bodyguards originally supported his relationship with Chen Hua and also gave advice on their escape plan. But seeing that this terrible woman was killing people invisibly, he changed his mind immediately. The young master must not be allowed to go with the monster. Kentaro wanted to stop his bodyguard, but it was too late, and once Mina opened the killing ring, her body and spirit were in a manic state, and she pinched to death the bodyguard who dared to call herself a monster.

Chen Hua didn't know what had happened before, she was still waiting in a motel, waiting to elope with her beloved. Hawaii — where she had lived and worked, and she thought it was a good choice to start over with him on the island.

Memories are so sweet and painful. It is said that people in love are easy to lose themselves and lose their minds, and this is indeed true.

At this moment, Chen Hua stared at the tombstone in a daze, and the priest didn't listen to a word of what he said.

Shusuke Yamamoto walked at the end of the line.

As he walked up to the excavated dirt, he waved his hand to let the man who had come with him to hold his umbrella walk away.

He stared down at the coffin, his clenched fists trembling slightly. The rain drenched the pale hair, and drops of water ran down the cheeks, and I don't know if it was rain or tears. He intervened in his son's life and wishful thinking wanted to protect him, so much pressure was put on him, which led to such a result. The old man thought of Chen Hua, remembered this father-son cold war, and let the tragedy be staged in this situation, he felt cold all over, the price was too great for anyone to bear.

He walked down the mound and stumbled under his feet, and just as his nephew wanted to go up to help, the old man waved his hand and stood firmly.

At the end of the funeral, relatives and friends who participated in the mourning gathered in groups at the reception table set up on the side of the grass.

Greeting some gangsters he knew politely, Mark was ready to take his leave, and he didn't want to stay long. At this moment, Yamamoto's nephew, Shigeru Kokuda, walked over to him and said softly, "Uncle wants to invite you to have another drink, and Mr. Smith to enjoy it." ”

It's hard to refuse. Mark had no choice but to follow the old tenant Shigeru into the main house, they entered through the side door, but there was a Western-style bar in the large room of the Japanese-style room. A group of men in suits standing in a semicircle gathered in front of the bar. They all wore wide ties and wore Japanese suits, and the angular shoulders were said to make up for the shortcomings of the Japanese body. These people are the core members of the Yamamoto group, and they are all absent. Some were holding wine glasses, some were in their trouser pockets, some were talking about something, and when they turned around, they saw the only foreigner in the room.

Mark wears a black light blazer with a gray tie. His presence attracted a lot of attention, and he was used to it. He just bowed slightly, and continued to walk inside with Gu Dianmao. No one spoke, their eyes continued to stare at his back, and it was a while before they began to whisper.

Mark walked to the door of the room, the door was not closed tightly, a slit was open, and the sound of speech came from inside.

"What did you say?" Shusuke Yamamoto's voice trembled slightly.

"I was pregnant with her baby. Chen Hua's voice swirled in the air for a long time, and he repeated it again, "Kentaro's child." ”

Shusuke Yamamoto opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again: "He...... Does he know?"

"Yes. She said, "His last wish is to hope that this child will be born, not to be forced to arrange a future like him! ”

Silent.

Shusuke Yamamoto took a few seconds to think. He thought that his son was dead and his blood relationship would be broken, but suddenly hearing this news made him a little difficult to digest for a while.

Shusuke Yamamoto frowned, he stared at the door, knowing that Shigeru had brought someone here.

He cleared his throat and said, "I'll ask someone to take you to rest, we'll talk about this later." ”

"No, right now! I need a promise right now. ”

Chen Hua said neither humble nor arrogant, but it cannot be refused.

He couldn't easily lose his majesty, and with a slight displeasure on his face, he looked back at Chen Hua. Shusuke Yamamoto didn't expect this young girl to be very bold, and she actually looked directly at herself, as if she didn't know how to be afraid, but Xiao Ken really had a vision. Thinking so, he slowly sighed and said, "Since it is his last wish, I will let it come true, don't worry!"

Chen Hua's heart was still trembling, she had heard Kentaro say that his father was called "Tiger", and he raised his eyebrows and some people trembled with fear. At first, she didn't believe it, but now when she really faces him, she empathizes. His father is also an underworld, but he is not so strict and tough, or at least he does not show that side in front of him.

Gu Dianmao made a sound at the right time.

"Come in!" said Yamamoto.

Seeing someone coming in, Chen Hua looked back and found that it was someone he knew. They haven't seen each other since that day.

When the two met their eyes, Mark gestured to her slightly, and Chen Hua raised his head with a brave smile. The two passed by, not saying much. Gu Dianmao also retreated, and closed the door of the room with his hand.

Shusuke Yamamoto stood up and walked to a corner of the room, where there was a mini wine cabinet with only one type of wine. He took out two cups, poured them, and handed one to Mark.

Mark looked back at the room, and the contrast between the Western-style rooms at the heart of the Japanese castle of "Yamamoto Tora" was a surprise.

Shusuke Yamamoto observed Mark. The youngest son of the Smith family is truly an amazing figure. He is one of those types: quiet, observant, highly focused, efficient, and deadly, but aimed at the enemy. He also has a special affinity that fascinates those around him, which is his most significant strength as the leader of a gang. At the first meeting, Yamamoto only regarded Mark as a junior who deserved to be admired. At their second private meeting today, Shusuke Yamamoto had a deeper impression of him, and he had already regarded it as a conversation between the current family and the future leader.

Taking the glass from Yamamoto, Mark took a deep sip. The entrance was top-quality brandy, and he stared at the liquid in the cup, the price of such a cup was the income of a white-collar worker for several months. Stripped of the disguise, Old Man Yamamoto is a Westernized person in the end.

Regarding Kentaro, Mark had already spoken roughly to Yamamoto's nephew, Shigeru Kotsukuda, in advance. He knew that Yamamoto wanted to know some specific details, and he tried to be as plain as possible, but when it came to superhumanism and superpowers, he found that Yamamoto still frowned from time to time. The human mind often follows a certain predetermined trajectory, beyond which it is not easy to make sharp turns.

After that, the room fell silent for a long time.

Yamamoto drank the wine at the bottom of the glass in one gulp, put down the wine glass, and suddenly stretched his eyebrows that were twisted together, and said, "If Xiaojian dies under such an opponent, he is the pride of our Yamamoto family, and he is enough to be respected by the entire gang." ”

Mark didn't answer: when a person dies, he dies, nothing can change this fact, and it's useless to say anything. Blade enemies are the family motto of Yamamoto's group, and he knew that the old man would not just give up, so he asked, "Do you have any plans for the next step?"

"Before you came in, you should have met the big guys in my group outside, and no one would let go of this matter. Yamamoto said, "No matter how terrible the enemy is, we will not back down." ”

Mark put down his glass and said calmly, "Then let's do it together." ”

Yamamoto was stunned for a moment and said, "I am very grateful that you have fulfilled the promise you made to me before, and I will remember the kindness." But the Yamamoto group will never forget the blood feud and will never give up chasing the murderer. But it would be immoral for me to involve you. ”

Mark shrugged and said, "As I said, finding him was my goal, and finding the enemy who killed him was my immediate goal, and it was still our common interest." ”

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Raymond is a veteran of the Grand Hotel Saint-Francis, and he is very proud of it. The hotel, where he worked for decades, is the most magnificent building on Union Square and has a long history. The Queen of England, General MacArthur, Martin Luther King, Jr., President Kennedy and countless other celebrities have stayed at the hotel.

At that moment, the revolving door turned, and a guest came out.

Raymond knew that the guest who had stayed for two nights had the impression of an old-fashioned gentleman of noble status, or a nobleman from Europe, with a refined temperament. Light-colored blonde hair, with an almost pale complexion, like the white misty color of a swamp. Under the clear skin tone, the veins in the corners of the eyes are blue, like a dried tear stain. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with matching cuffs and tie clips, and an emblem engraved on them, a plant motif that Raymond could not name.

Guests in the hotel are greeted and sent there, and sometimes they meet such people. They are born with noble temperament, and Raymond is willing to serve them, and there are fewer and fewer such people in today's society.

As he stepped down from the orange-roofed porch, Raymond greeted him warmly, "Good morning!"

"Raymond, you're early, too. "The man spoke in the standard English accent.

Raymond was very happy to hear this soft and gentle voice. On the first day, when the foreign guest came in, he called out his name. The other party observed carefully, and must have paid attention to the name on his badge, and there were very few guests who respected the doorman like this in recent years.

"Are you going out of the house, do you need to get a ride?"

"No, I'll just go to the square opposite. ”

He walked up to Raymond and stopped. Stretching out his black-gloved hand, the pianist's slender fingers, holding the green bill, gently stuffed into Raymond's palm.

Raymond took the tip, and it was beautiful.

The man walked out into the street, and across the street was a rectangular square. During the Civil War, it served as the site of the "Conference on Union Unification" and was eventually named "Union Square". Walk to the left past the square heart, and hear that it was built inspired by the song "I Lost My Heart in San Francisco" by Tony Bennett. The man walked to a newsstand around the corner, threw down a coin and took a copy of the day's newspaper, and then slowly took it away to the center of the square.

Around the statue of the Goddess of Victory, there are many small cafes. It's nine o'clock in the morning. If it's New York, it's already crowded with people, while in San Francisco, the pace of downtown is just starting to start. Macy's and Union Malls have not yet opened, and the green parasols in the square have just been opened by waiters, next to several stalls dedicated to portraits of tourists, and painters are setting up easels and hanging finished products in order to attract customers for a while. Anyone who has been to San Francisco can appreciate the eerie weather here. It's warm in the sun, but it's cold in the shadows, because it's located at the mouth of the Pacific Ocean, the humidity is high, and the white fog often covers the whole city, and the temperature will plummet by more than 30 degrees. Summer turns into winter without warning, and you can often see girls wearing short sleeves and skirts wearing a down vest. A tourist once said, "The coldest winter he's ever experienced was the summer in San Francisco." "So there are a lot of small shops along the pier that specialize in selling down jackets for tourists to take a break from the cold. (To be continued.) )