Hidden Assassin

As one of the best hotels in Jianghai, Guyuan Hotel has always been known for its luxury and completeness. The interior of the entire hotel is like a small resort city. In the entire 32-story hotel building, various restaurants , entertainment room, gymnasium, indoor garden, arena branch, among them, most of the living needs of the residents can be met here, even including the high-level female applicants who are tacitly known and the large underground casino.

Since Xiliwang's Muay Thai team came to Jianghai, they basically train every night in the largest fitness hall on the first floor of the hotel. This kind of venue is fully open and has all kinds of fitness equipment. Residents can go in and use it. In fact, the hotel has complete facilities, and originally there were medium-sized rooms for these people to use alone, but Xiliwang and others still insisted on exercising in the open practice area in the lobby, and often competed with others. It is carried out in such a large hall environment, so every time these people practice, it will attract the eyes of many people who are exercising in the hall.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the entire large fitness facility was a bit oppressive.

"We're going to fight again..."

"What's going on this time..."

"These goddamn Thai Asan..."

"Ah San is from India..."

Far and near, the people exercising on the fitness equipment turned their eyes to the side of the venue. Yihong Martial Arts is quite famous in Jianghai. At this moment, a large group of people are confronting the group of Thais. In the middle is a A judo competition venue composed of tatami mats. In the past, occasionally some fitness bosses had the habit of asking their bodyguards to compete here when their words were inconsistent, and a group of people shouted and placed bets. This kind of competition is much safer than black boxing in the underground. After the bodyguards have fought, the bosses will laugh at each other, and they may become good friends afterwards. When Siriwang played the first few games in public, there were many onlookers and cheers, but later the Thais were too arrogant, which made everyone lose their favor. However, I couldn't beat him no matter what. There is no way.

Exercising here at this time. Most of them are rich businessmen from other places, and of course there are Jiang Hai, most of them have some connections and wealth. The previous one or two games can be regarded as watching, but later the rounds are not victorious. This is related to the sense of national honor. Looking at the confrontation over there, most of them were discussing with a bad face.

"Who can invite some useful people to kill their prestige? Boss Wang, didn't you say that there are some masters in your bodyguards..."

"That's right. The retired special forces who have been on the battlefield, don't you always say that kind of people are different from ordinary martial arts practitioners. If you do it alone, the special forces can win the world champion. You call the powerful ones out and settle the situation." Help the Thai guy, I'll give you a bonus of 500,000 yuan..."

"Boss Fu, of course it's enough for special forces to beat ordinary champions. You think I don't want to teach him a lesson. The man whose hand was broken last Friday is said to be their instructor..."

"This Xiliwan is different from ordinary boxers. He has also experienced life and death. It is said that he started Muay Thai in elementary school. Later, his family's conditions were too poor, and he went to Israel to serve as a soldier. After several years of training. Only then has the reputation of Muay Thai Grandmaster..."

"Damn, what's the point of letting him continue to be so arrogant, we're almost losing our face... When I go back and spend money to invite a monk from the Shaolin Temple to come down..."

"Monks in Shaolin Temple generally don't fight this kind of fight. I think most of this matter has been arranged by the higher authorities. How can the country bear this tone? It's not impossible to pick one out of the army to fight with him..."

"Yeah, yeah, this time when Fang Zhitian came over, I heard rumors that one of his bodyguards seemed to be the top expert of the National Security Bureau. I heard Boss Nie mention it, but I didn't pay attention at the time. I don't know if it is. Really, is it just to come and fight this Xiliwang?"

"I think it's possible. Let's see how this Thai guy dies then!"

"But today it looks like... well..."

It is said that the reason for today's incident is that a certain Muay Thai boy injured a martial arts student when he went to Yihong martial arts hall for a fight. "But for such a person, Xiliwang has always adhered to the principle of fighting first, and the other side is aggressive, and the martial arts side has changed face after being provoked, and the apprentices are all looking at the owner. The owner of the gymnasium is still silent, presumably he knows that he can't fight, but when encountering such a thing, he can only go out to fight. If he is timid to fight, how can this martial arts hall continue to operate in the future.

The commentators in the venue sighed for the people in the martial arts hall. At the door of the fitness hall, there was also a group of hotel waiters gathered there at this time. Similar things had been going on in the hotel for half a month. They were about to fight again, and they discussed with several security guards at the gate with anger on their faces while looking inside. When the foreman came from a distance, they dispersed like birds and beasts. At this moment, the master of the martial arts gym next to the venue finally stood up uncontrollably.

The name of the martial arts hall is Yihong, and the owner of the martial arts school is actually He Yihong. Although he has won some gold and silver medals in martial arts competitions in the martial arts school he attended before, the so-called martial arts is actually only for strengthening the body.

, The physical fitness is much better than the average person, and he can kill ten gangsters with his bare hands, but compared with Muay Thai fighters trained in the most cruel methods, there is still a big gap. The reason why he is still ready to fight is because in front of so many disciples, he will definitely not be able to save face, and secondly, he is really a little angry, because from the beginning to the end, Xi Liwang, who was sitting in the back, never looked straight at him over him.

Wearing Nike brand sportswear, the Muay Thai master in his thirties is sitting behind the crowd, holding a Buddhist scripture in his hand and watching intently. He has a handsome appearance, healthy wheat-colored skin, and a contoured face. Like a knife cutting an axe, it has a stern temperament enough to make most women feel good about it. At this time, it is sitting upright, and the body only moves when turning the pages of the book, and the rest of the time is like a stone sculpture. The other party came to negotiate, but it was always his first disciple Tirapa who came forward—a young man who was already moving his hands and feet in the field at this time.

"Mr. Xiliwang, since you have to fight before talking, then I can't help it. Please advise!".

On the opposite side, He Yihong gritted his teeth and prepared to end. It was only at this time that Xiliwang looked away from the Buddhist scriptures for the first time and looked over: "Mr. He, your level is not worth my shot. Beat my disciple!" , even if you win."

"you……"

"Hey, Master He, don't hesitate. Please come on stage." Interrupting He Yihong's anger, the young man in the yellow practice uniform standing in the field laughed mockingly, clasped his hands together, and bowed, "You know, everyone They are practicing martial arts, whoever is right and who is wrong, it is only counted if they have fought... Sa! Wa! Di! Ka!"

"Okay, I'll teach you a lesson first..."

He Yihong's face was full of anger, and he unzipped his jacket and was about to take off his clothes and go on stage. One of his disciples ran over from behind: "Master, Teacher Ye is here. He told you not to hit me." Running behind him was a middle-aged man also wearing casual sportswear. With a burly figure, the first impression he gives is that he should be a very fierce person, but those eyes, in any case, do not have any fierce color. He Yihong looked at him and was taken aback for a moment: "Ye Han, why are you here?"

"My sister-in-law called me and Jingxian, saying that you came to fight with the Thais, and you were about to cry on the phone. My wife told me to come here quickly. Please. Old He, why are you so impulsive at an age? ..."

"Where am I impulsive, I'm here to reason!"

"I see that you are already undressed and ready to rush up..."

"But they won't reason."

"You don't need to fight, it's a legal society now. Martial arts training is for physical strength and self-defense. Do you know that this kind of emotional struggle is meaningless! Besides..." Ye Han lowered his voice, "It's not a good thing to say. Master Ma and Master Chen are the ones who can really fight, didn’t they say that they hired a special forces coach, and now they are all lying in the hospital with broken bones..."

"Then I have to bear it? Ye Han, you have always had a meek personality, so you can't open a small martial arts gym... Sigh, I don't want to talk about you, but my martial arts gym is so big now. Can I retreat? Now that my disciple has been beaten, I can retreat but I can't. Don't persuade me, today's fight is going to be done no matter what, otherwise what do you say..."

In many cases, a man's face is as big as the sky, but the two of them were considered as brothers when they learned martial arts, and they are still friends for so many years, and it is quite rare to make friends, so He Yihong didn't insist on saying "you look down on me". Class words. Ye Han sighed and didn't know what to say. Although he had a calm personality and never advocated this kind of one-on-one contest, he also knew that there were many times when such a fight could not be avoided. He Yihong's martial arts gym is already so big, if he doesn't fight this time, how many disciples will be willing to learn martial arts from him in the future? what other people think. But what happened to the beating, it was obvious that he couldn't beat him, and after the apprentice was beaten, the master sent him to his door to be beaten up, so it was hard to call the police. This feeling is really depressing.

The two talked here for a while, but a few more Thais came over, and led a woman who looked like a reporter to Siriwang, and stayed until a Thai man led by him spoke to Siriwang. Talking, the muay thai master who had been reading the Buddhist scriptures with a serious face closed the book, and for the first time there was a gentle smile on his face. He said a few words and nodded. He was probably interviewed in China. It is also a feeling that has not been seen for a long time. And the female reporter in the black coat also looked at the venue at this time, stayed at Ye Han's side for a few more seconds, and frowned slightly.

On the other hand, seeing the chatter between the two, the Muay Thai man on the field finally lost his patience: "Have you two not agreed yet? By the way... Ye Han? I remember that he was also in Jianghai City In the list of martial arts gyms, may I ask if your home is also a martial arts gym? Let’s come together.” He can become Xiliwang’s first disciple, and his aptitude is naturally not bad. When he got to the list of all martial arts gyms in Jianghai City, he actually memorized all their names.

Ye Han frowned because he just arrived here and couldn't hear the previous conversation: "Are you Master Xiliwang, shouldn't you be the one who said this?"

"Beat me, you are qualified to fight my master! But I think you can go together."

"Ye Han, don't interfere." He Yihong said, stepping into the arena first. "No matter how well I fight, this matter has nothing to do with you, Ye Han, but I don't think I will be so weak that I can't even beat other disciples!"

He smiled, flexed his muscles, and walked forward. The man named Tirapa also smiled and shook his head. He clasped his hands together again, bowed, and his eyes had turned into emotionless indifference. Also at this time. At the back of the venue, the female reporter seemed to have said something, and the people around were a little surprised, Xi Liwang also stood up frowning. Then, footsteps sounded in the already quiet space, and the woman turned around and walked directly onto the arena. For a moment, the people around, together with He Yihong and Tirapa in the arena stopped their hands and feet with some doubts, and stepped onto the arena during this kind of duel. Obviously it is not very moral behavior, but she is a beautiful woman... Although muay thai fighters have good psychological qualities. He never cared about the gender of the opponent when he started, but it was impossible to throw him out like this.

"Miss Jane." The person standing next to Xiliwang shouted in the back, "I don't know what kind of displeasure your brother has with Mr. Xiliwang. I think it must be a misunderstanding... Cough, even if it is not, this You can also sit down and talk about things..."

The woman didn't stop, with her hands in her trouser pockets, she walked towards Tirapa in front of her, her footsteps made a "rustling" sound on the tatami: "Anyone who wants to talk to Mr. Xiliwang has to be beaten first... ...I came here to fight."

Xiliwang frowned: "Miss reporter, this is not a joke."

"So it's a reporter." Looking at the woman who was approaching step by step, Tirapa spread his hands helplessly, "I have to remind you. Beautiful lady reporter, in Thailand, if you stop a duel, you will be beaten. Even Women, you have to be prepared to be beaten before stepping into the duel, you..."

"So are you ready?" Said lightly, the woman stood half a meter in front of him, although judging by women's standards, she was already considered tall, but compared to her height, she was nearly 1.9 meters tall. Pa said that he was a head short, but for some reason, when the woman stood still in front of him, he felt a little at a loss. Then, the woman turned her gaze to He Yihong: "You can go down now."

"But..." At this time, the people who were exercising from far and near became curious about the scene here. They thought it was the scene where the master of the martial arts gym was being beaten, but who knew that a beautiful woman suddenly appeared, who seemed to be fighting After the contest was over, there was a lot of discussion everywhere. Tirapa was about to speak, but the woman looked at him faintly and repeated: "I say! Are you ready? When you are ready, shoot!"

At this time, she was wearing a pair of glasses, her hands were casually put in her trouser pockets, and she looked like a cool and intellectual beauty, she didn't look like she was going to fight anyone anyway. Tirapa's complexion changed a few times, and he said in Chinese, "I'm not joking with you!" On the side, several thin men who were learning Muay Thai from Siriwang had already yelled in Thai.

"Brother, teach this woman a lesson!"

"Hit her!"

"Such a woman will not learn well if she doesn't teach her a lesson..."

"Let her know the pain!"

Amidst the quarrel, the two faced each other quietly. Under the gaze of the woman's indifferent eyes, the tension in Tirapa's heart had already condensed. The honor of muay thai and duels should not be insulted, and this woman should be taught a lesson. ...Even without him noticing, all kinds of complicated thoughts surged up in this faint gaze, and his mood completely lost the peace needed for Muay Thai. Finally, the woman closed her eyes.

The sound that resounded at that moment could be heard throughout the venue.

"Shoot!"

In the stadium where there was still a lot of noise just now, after this cold female voice, it suddenly became quiet. At the same time, in the field, Tirapa yelled and shot out uncontrollably.

Everyone knew that he made the shot, but except for the Muay Thai master-level task like Xiliwang, I am afraid that no one knew how he made the shot, because at the next moment, his body flew to the side like a cannonball .

The moment he shot, the woman stretched out her right hand and threw him to the side like throwing a garbage bag. The Thai man, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, completely lost his body at that moment. ability to resist.

In the eyes of everyone, the woman waved her hand casually, and the man in front of her disappeared. The next moment, there was a bang, and three treadmills more than ten meters away collided with each other, and both of them fell to the ground. , some detachable parts on the treadmill danced wildly, and Tirapa's body appeared in the pile of steel parts. After struggling a few times, he couldn't move anyway. The broken bone pierced out directly from under the skin, bringing thick blood and minced flesh, forming an indescribably horrifying scene. The world is quiet....