City Exchange Life Club

"It's a bunch of **** shit."

Zhao Yan smiled when he saw a list of people in the magical city that had secretly taken refuge with the Orientals in his hand.

Laughed coldly, cold to the bone.

The list brings together a large number of lords and celebrities.

Some people even wear a patriotic skin, and in the eyes of ordinary people they are all patriotic businessmen.

For example, Gao Huan's fiancee, the Zhao family where Zhao Yanran lives, and Mr. Zhao is a famous patriotic businessman in the magic capital. He often talks about national affairs. Usually, whenever he mentions the Oriental people, he must be cursing.

But actually?

His name is at the top of this list.

An oriental dog.

The ghost knows how much information he has secretly stolen and sold to his oriental master through this layer of patriotic skin.

No wonder Gao Ao and the others were able to collude with the Orientals, maybe he was the one who pulled the strings.

"Let's wait for this to live for a day."

Zhao Yan snorted coldly, murderous intent in his eyes.

Tomorrow night is the day when he will hold a cocktail party, and he will kill them righteously at the cocktail party.

It's all coming, and it's a fart!

He didn't care about the other effects that might have been caused by killing these people.

He left after two months anyway.

After he left, the flood was monstrous.

When he is finished, leave it to Gao Huan to deal with it.

Gao Huan wouldn't care about these people anyway.

After all, according to Gao Huan's current overseas layout, he is very likely to control the beautiful country if it goes on like this.

Why would you care about this impact?

Guns and fists are the last word these days!

"Keep an eye on these people, don't let them run away, whoever wants to run will be killed." Zhao Yan instructed A Biao.

After all, Shiro Okita's death will soon be discovered, in case these traitors get news.

Afraid that it's your turn to run away next time?

Zhao Yanke was reluctant to let them go away from him.

Although he hasn't seen each other yet, he is already missing him.

"Yes." A Biao left with the list.

That night, the death of Shiro Okita, Aoiaka and Koizumi caused a great reaction.

The ambassador of Toyoko was furious and threatened the Modu Police Department to arrest the murderer as soon as possible.

But the traitors had no idea of ​​running away.

Because their base camp is in Modu, in their opinion, only Modu is the safest for them.

And they also had a bit of luck.

Maybe confidential documents haven't been stolen?

Maybe they didn't expose it?

Under various psychological conditions, they did not run.

While the Orientals are forcing the Magic City Police Station to catch the murderer, they are also secretly investigating.

The Hongkou Dojo is responsible for investigating this matter.

On the bright side, this is an ordinary dojo, but in fact the people inside are all members of the Black Dragon Society.

Shiro Okita and Koizumi had just met Gao Huan during the day and died at night, so naturally they were the first to suspect him.

The Modu Police Station didn't dare to investigate Gao Huan, but they couldn't help being forced by the Orientals to investigate!

So early in the morning, Zhao Yan was woken up.

"Master, are you awake? Chief Zhou of the Police Investigation Bureau is here, and he is bringing a few Orientals with him." Fu Bo knocked on the door of the room and shouted inside.

Zhao Yan frowned: "Let them wait."

He slept soundly but was woken up, and he got up very angry.

Don't ask how big it is.

The question is about the Double Ten Teens.

"Yes." Fu Bo led the order to retreat.

Only then did Zhao Yan get up slowly, and two slender maids came in and waited on him to wash.

Seeing that Zhao Yan was not looking well, the two of them took a long time to talk about getting up.

It can be said to be clever and eloquent.

…………

In the living room, Director Zhou was sitting on pins and needles.

There was also a middle-aged man in a suit and a kimono sitting beside him, both of them were impatient.

"How long will it take for Gao Huan to come? We've been waiting for a long time!" asked the middle-aged man in a kimono.

Zhao Yan walked down the stairs slowly, and said lightly, "In such a hurry, are you in a hurry to go to the grave for your mother? If this is the case, help me burn some for her."

"You..." The middle-aged kimono was furious.

Zhao Yan smiled slightly and raised his hand to interrupt him: "Don't ask why, it's just a matter of time."

"Bagaya Road!" The middle-aged kimono stood up angrily.

The middle-aged man in the suit glanced at Zhao Yan, and said calmly, "Takeshita-kun, calm down, you are a master of the empire, don't make people laugh."

"It's not your mother, of course you can calm down." Zhao Yan said politely.

"Crack!" The middle-aged man in the suit slapped the table: "Baga!"

"Look." Zhao Yan shrugged helplessly.

The middle-aged man in the suit wanted to get angry, but then he suddenly laughed: "I, Hengji Inoue, also admired Chinese culture for a long time. Is this the etiquette of your Chinese? Is this how you treat guests?"

"Etiquette is for people, and hospitality is also for people." Zhao Yan returned lightly.

While speaking, he had walked to the sofa opposite the two and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, leisurely, and looked at them with a smile.

Hengji Inoue didn't get any advantage, he sat down with a cold snort, and calmed his anger: "Master Gao, we came to you to investigate Shiro Okita's death."

"Okita Shiro is dead?" Zhao Yan asked in surprise.

Inoue Hengji was expressionless: "You don't know?"

"If I knew, you should have heard the celebratory firecrackers when you came, but it's too late." Zhao Yan smiled lightly after speaking, and instructed Uncle Fu, "Hurry up and set off a few strings of firecrackers outside."

"Baga! You're deceiving people too much! You dare to set off firecrackers! This is provoking us!"

Zhao Yan leaned forward with a provocative look on his face: "So what? I am a person who follows the teachings of saints and combines knowledge with action. I can do whatever I say. Believe it or not, if I say go to the grass-mud horse, I really go to the grass-mud horse?"

Director Zhou sat next to him and lowered his head, shivering, trying to make himself look like an invisible man.

Keep thinking: Can't see me, can't see me...

"Bastard! I've never seen such an arrogant person!" Inoue Hengji was trembling with anger, he had never seen such an arrogant Chinese.

Zhao Yan leaned back, spread out his hands, and smiled: "Hey, you saw it today."

"Baga! I want to duel with you!" Takeshita was obviously a martial artist, so he pulled out his samurai sword.

Zhao Yan slapped the solid wooden table with his palm and banged, the table weighing several hundred kilograms shattered in an instant, sawdust flying all over, and everyone in the living room was stunned.

I didn't expect Zhao Yan to have such a hand.

What kind of power is this?

"Are you still dueling?" Zhao Yan asked seriously.

Bamboo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly felt that it was vulgar to duel at every turn. He put the knife back, calmly, and sat down again without saying a word.

Inoue Hengji took a deep breath: "Okita-kun is a citizen of our empire. If it is found out that his death is related to you, I will never let you go."

The voice fell, and he got up and walked out.

Zhao Yan looked at the backs of the two with a mocking expression.

After leaving the Gao Mansion, Takeshita said angrily, "Inoue-kun, are we just leaving?"

"Then go back now?" Inoue Yokoji asked.

Takeshita was silent for a moment.

He was just verbally ** two harsh words.

I didn't expect that Inoue would not give him face so much.

Inoue Hengji snorted coldly: "It was him who did it. He was a threat just now, and it was also an indirect admission. Because Okita-kun suffered a huge impact before his death, his palm is enough to prove that he did it."

"This person is too arrogant! He is provoking our Great Eastern Empire, and he must be killed to warn future generations!"

[Author's digression]: Asking for a silver ticket