Li Zhao was killed by the Fusang people, which surprised Wen Yi, but also couldn't help but feel related to the Chinese people who were still oriented to China although they were translating in front of Fusang. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If he really wholeheartedly became a lackey of the Fusang people, how could he be killed by the Fuso people?

As soon as Li Zhao dies, tomorrow Ip Man and Miura will fight, if Ip Man still wins the Fuso general Miura, then Colonel Sato will definitely not let Ip Man go.

And the system will issue this task, which must be related to this, whether Li Zhao's death is related to him, Wen Yi does not know. But tomorrow's competition, the task of rescuing Ip Man, Wen Yi has already made up his mind to do it well.

"Li Zhao is actually dead? It's a pity that a real man who can bend and stretch. ”

"It must have been Sato's Kamesun who did it, and he really deserved to die. ”

"If Li Zhao dies, then tomorrow when Ip Man and Miura fight, there will be no one to stop Sato from firing the black gun, and then Brother Yi's rescue mission will be established. ”

"At the moment, it seems that there are two ways to solve Sato's problem. One is to kill Sato before the game starts, but this is too difficult surrounded by Fuso soldiers, and the other is to take advantage of the chaos to kill Sato during tomorrow's game. ”

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Wen Yi walked into an alley, looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room, and sorted out his thoughts. Relying on him alone, it is unrealistic to kill Sato first, maybe he can't take his own life, and someone must help.

Thinking of helpers, Wen Yi's eyes lit up, and Zhou Qingquan was a good choice.

After thinking about who to find first, Wen Yi was not in a hurry to leave, and while clicking on the holographic screen to change the information in the live broadcast room, he said: "Brothers, I'm going to find Zhou Qingquan now, you hurry up and help check Ip Man's information, and see if he has any friends he hasn't seen for many years, preferably related to Wing Chun." The kind that allows me to quickly gain Zhou Qingquan's trust. ”

After clicking on the confirmation, the name of the live broadcast room has become: Foshan 1938, rescue Ip Man in action!

Wen Yi walked out of the alley, asked several people, and inquired about the cotton yarn factory located in the northern suburbs of the city, so he went there directly.

After Fusang occupied Foshan, most of the factories had stopped, and those who had money to run had gone to Hong Kong, and only the cotton yarn factory in Chengbei was still open.

When Wenhua walked to the door of the cotton mill on the outskirts of the city, a truck whizzed down the road, honked its horn twice, and drove straight into the factory.

Wen Hua avoided the side, looking at the big men who were sitting on the top of the truck, or hanging on the side of the truck, with a short axe pinned to their waists, their brows were tightly locked, and they slowly let go.

"Is this Zhou Qingquan's cotton mill?"

", wouldn't it be Jinshan looking for those people in the car! Could it be that while Ip Man was caught in and hijacked the truck of the cotton mill?"

"Brother Hua, if you can subdue Jinshan, it will be a big help. This kung fu is much higher than those martial artists in Foshan, and he dares to play with his life. ”

"Brother Yi, I have found you a good identity, Liang Bi's anonymous disciple, Liang Bi taught Ip Man Wing Chun in Hong Kong more than ten years ago, and now it should be cut off, you must be easy to use with this identity." The ID sent a barrage for Shangguan's audience, and it was repeated several times in succession.

"Damn, this is amazing! It's really hard to find information from hundreds of years ago, where did you find it?"

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Wen Yi also noticed the long barrage in the live broadcast room, Liang Bi is also a famous generation of grandmasters in the history of Wing Chun, the son of Mr. Foshan Zan, who taught Ip Man Wing Chun when he was studying in Hong Kong, he also knows a little about it, but he didn't think of it before.

"Okay, thank you Shangguan for helping you find the information, this identity is really easy to use. Wen Yi nodded at the camera, and looked at the dozen or so people in the cotton yarn factory who had already gotten off the truck, and said in a slightly cold voice: "It's really not a good thing to be in the face of a national disaster, but you still rely on force to bully your own people." With that, he walked briskly towards the veil factory.

There was an open space in front of the cotton yarn factory, where trucks full of goods were parked, and more than a dozen sturdy young men with knives and axes jumped out of the car.

The leader was a large man with a short beard, very short haircuts, a gray woolen coat, and a very conspicuous scar on his left eyebrow.

When he got out of the car, he kicked down a cotton mill worker, and the basket of cotton he was holding in his arms spilled and flew all over the sky. The stout man put his foot on his face and shouted at the factory: "The people of the cotton mill get out of here, if you don't hand over the money today, I will kill him." Ip Man has been captured by the little devil, I see who else can save you today. ”

The rest of the dozen or so stout young men laughed, their short axes in their hands knocking on the truck and the things around them, and shouting and scolding for the people in the cotton mill to come out.

Wen Yi hid behind a cypress tree in the yard, turned the camera to the yard and didn't run out in a hurry.

At this moment, there were several shouts from the cotton mill, and in a short time fifty or sixty workers wearing aprons and hats rushed out quickly behind a middle-aged man in a gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses. When the workers saw the sturdy young men carrying axes, their faces changed slightly, and their eyes were a little evasive.

The workers stood five meters away, and the middle-aged man wearing gold-wire glasses looked at the blue-faced worker who was trampled under the feet of the stout man, and hurriedly stretched out his hand and shouted: "Jinshan is looking for, you stop, let Lao Liu go first." ”

"Okay, just let it go. Jin Shan answered, and really took his foot off the worker's face, but before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, he actually kicked him in the chest, kicking him directly in front of Zhou Qingquan.

"Zhou Qingquan, I'll intercept the goods for you again today, if you can't come up with the money today, I'll kill ten and leave. Anyway, no one treats me as a human being, and Lao Tzu will not treat you as a human being anymore. Jin Shan looked at Zhou Qingquan, twisted his neck, and said sharply with a somewhat hideous expression.

"Lao Liu!" Zhou Qingquan hurriedly squatted down and shouted, the middle-aged worker was directly kicked on the back by Jin Shan's foot, and there was no response at all when he called.

Seeing this, the workers, who had been a little evasive, also became angry.

"Factory director, we fought with them!"

"Yes, Master Yip taught us Wing Chun, even if he is not with us, he will not admit defeat. ”

"These villains dare to take advantage of Master's arrest to make trouble, Dad, let's fight with them again. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy beside Zhou Qingquan was also resentful.

Zhou Qingquan stood up slowly, looked at the excited workers behind him, and the eager eyes of his son beside him, his body also straightened up a little unconsciously, turned to look at Jinshan and said awe-inspiringly: "There is no money in the factory, this truck of goods has been intercepted by you one after another, where is there any money." If you want to kill, step on me first. ”

"Step over me!"

"And me!"

Listening to Zhou Qingquan's words, those workers responded one after another, and at the same time rushed forward, putting on a Wing Chun posture, with no fear on their faces, and regarded death as life.

"Grandma, if you don't die, it seems that you won't be afraid. Jin Shan touched his head, his brows furrowed into a Sichuan character, stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhou Qingquan and those workers, and shouted to those subordinates: "Give it to me, fight to the death if you resist, and pull the machine away directly after the fight." ”

The sturdy young men looked at each other, hesitated, gritted their teeth, and rushed towards the unarmed workers with their axes.

Although the faces of those workers could not hide their panic, none of them retreated, surrounding Zhou Qingquan in the middle.

"Wait!" At this moment, a voice sounded from the side, and the hand holding the axe of the person who rushed to the front was already being held, and then a fist appeared in front of him, and with a bang, the 1.8-meter-tall man had already flown upside down.