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"Brother Yang..."

Seeing the fierce bodyguard approaching, Xixi felt scared and subconsciously grabbed Yang Xiaoye's arm.

"Girl, don't be afraid." Yang Xiaoye rubbed Xixi's little head with her other hand.

"Cover your eyes." He whispered again.

Xixi obediently covered her eyes with her two little hands, and then...

"Ah——" A shrill scream came.

Then, there was another bang, as if something had been hit.

Xixi spread her fingers curiously, revealing a gap, and looked forward. She found that the fierce bodyguard was gone, but there was a hole in the office door, as if it had been broken by something.

The other bodyguards standing on both sides of the door had surprise written all over their faces.

"Kill...kill that kid!"

A weak voice came from inside the cave.

The remaining bodyguards looked at each other in disbelief, and then they looked at Yang Xiaoye with fierce expressions on their faces, took out their electric batons, and rushed towards Yang Xiaoye one after another.

Xixi was so frightened that she quickly closed her fingers and couldn't see anything, but she could hear the sound of fighting.

The duration was very short, almost... only a few seconds, and then painful wails could be heard from all around.

"Xixi, it's okay." A gentle voice came.

Xixi spread her fingers and saw through the gaps between her fingers that the bodyguards who were rushing over had all fallen to the ground.

Is it all done by Brother Yang? It’s so amazing... Xixi’s heart is filled with admiration.

"Let's go in." Yang Xiaoye took Xixi's little hand and pushed open the office door.

A bodyguard was lying at the door, staring at Yang Xiaoye with a horrified expression.

Yang Xiaoye stepped on the bodyguard's body and walked over.

When Xixi stepped on it, a look of reluctance appeared on her face.

"Do you want money or power? Or do you want everything?" came a deep man's voice.

Xixi opened her eyes and looked forward. Behind a desk, there was a middle-aged man sitting. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, his hair was combed back, his hair was shiny, his face was clean, and he was a little thin. He looked like a scholar.

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"Are you the owner of this dance hall?" Yang Xiaoye asked with a smile.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded slightly. There was no trace of panic on his face. He was very calm. He had obviously experienced strong winds and waves.

"I can't tell." Yang Xiaoye said.

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Actually, I used to be a teacher. One student was disobedient. I killed him and I never became a teacher again."

"You are so ruthless, no wonder you can open such a large song and dance hall in this bustling area." Yang Xiaoye said with a smile, "No wonder so many people were arrested, but you are safe and sound."

"Well, have I offended you?" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed.

A strange color flashed in Yang Xiaoye's eyes. Through a simple conversation, he knew why he had arrived. It was not easy!

"This is my sister." Yang Xiaoye pointed at Xixi.

The middle-aged man glanced at Xixi and said with a smile, "What a cute little girl."

"Your people want to capture him." Yang Xiaoye said calmly.

"Who is it?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Already dead." Yang Xiaoye said.

The middle-aged man was silent.

After a moment, he said: "Then what is your purpose?"

"Apology fee." Yang Xiaoye said.

"How much?" the middle-aged man asked.

"You can give it to me, at least it must satisfy me." Yang Xiaoye said with a smile.

The middle-aged man was silent.

"President Ito, your place is quite lively."

Just then, a burst of laughter came.

Hearing this laughter, the middle-aged man Ito also smiled.

Yang Xiaoye glanced around and saw only that the person coming was a man, wearing a black samurai uniform, stepping on a pair of wooden clogs, and with a samurai sword on his waist.

"Chang Gong." Ito stood up and greeted with a smile.

Yang Xiaoye arrived, but he didn't stand up.

When the man in samurai uniform arrived, he stood up.

Does he think that Yang Xiaoye is not as strong as a man in samurai uniform?

The long-term worker glanced at Yang Xiaoye and said casually: "Do you need my help?"

"It's not necessary for now." Ito smiled faintly, then he looked at Yang Xiaoye and said with a smile: "You just asked me to look at it?"

Yang Xiaoye nodded slightly.

Ito took out a coin from his pocket and said with a smile, "Is it enough?"

Yang Xiaoye smiled slightly.

Snap!

A red handprint appeared on Ito's face, as if he had been slapped by someone.

But Ito didn't see who hit him, and Changgong didn't see who hit him either.

This is evil.

"Who? Who is it?" Ito covered his red and swollen left face and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

"I'll give you a chance to answer again." Yang Xiaoye said lightly.

Ito stared at Yang Xiaoye, "Is that you?"

"Impossible, he was standing here just now, how could he rush over and hit you?" The long-term worker quickly objected.

Snap!

A handprint also appeared on Chang Gong's face.

He was stunned.

I was slapped by someone, but I didn't even see who slapped me!

"Impossible?" Yang Xiaoye smiled half-heartedly.

Changgong stared at Yang Xiaoye, "Did you really do it?"

Snap!

There was also a red mark on the other side of Chang Gong's face.

His whole face was swollen like a pig's head.

"You're still questioning?" Yang Xiaoye was speechless.

"Baga!" The long-term worker was furious, and being slapped in the face was a great shame and humiliation for him!

"Even my parents have never slapped me, I'm going to kill you!" Chang Gong pulled out the samurai sword from his waist, roared, and struck Yang Xiaoye.

"Kill him, kill him!" Ito also looked nervously.

Yang Xiaoye stretched out two fingers and clamped Chang Gong's samurai sword.

"What? You just used two fingers to hold my knife?" The long-term worker was shocked.

Ito was equally shocked.

Yang Xiaoye twisted two fingers, and with a click, the blade was broken.

Then he shook his head at the long-term worker and said, "Too weak."

Too weak?

Changgong glared at Yang Xiaoye, but he dared not speak in anger.

Just by the hand Yang Xiaoye showed just now, he knew deeply that he was definitely no match for Yang Xiaoye!

If I try hard, I'm afraid my life will be in danger1

"Retreat first! Let my master come over and teach him a lesson!" Changgong gritted his teeth in his heart.

Then he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Did I let you go?" Yang Xiaoye's faint voice came.

"What else do you want?" Chang Gong turned around and glared at Yang Xiaoye.

"You stab me, of course I will stab you back." Yang Xiaoye smiled slightly, flicked the blade between his two fingers, and the blade flew towards Chang Gong.

Changgong's pupils shrank and he wanted to avoid it, but it was too late.

His body couldn't keep up!

With a pop, the sharp blade penetrated his body and cut off one of his intestines. Severe pain hit him like a tide.

He clutched his stomach and knelt directly on the ground, his face twisted in pain.

Seeing this scene, Ito's eyelids twitched violently, and his eyes were filled with fear.

This time, I got into some serious trouble!

Yang Xiaoye glanced at Ito and said calmly: "Have you thought about what to say?"

After Ito was silent for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "I give this dance hall to you!"

"No need." Yang Xiaoye shook his head slightly, "Give me all your money."

After Ito was silent for a moment, he nodded bitterly, "Okay!"

Then he pulled out a card from his wallet.

"All my money is in this card, a total of 1 billion." Ito gritted his teeth and said, the hand holding the card was trembling slightly.

Obviously, he didn't want to give it, but he had to give it.

Yang Xiaoye took the card with a smile, lowered his head and said to Xixi: "Xixi, let's go."

Xixi nodded.

Then Yang Xiaoye took Xixi's little hand and left.

It wasn't until the backs of Yang Xiaoye and Xixi disappeared from Ito's eyes that Ito sat helplessly on the chair.

Losing one billion all at once made his heart bleed!

"Fortunately the dance hall is still there..."

He breathed a sigh of relief again, "As long as the dance hall remains, we can make back all the money we lost."

"Have you forgotten me..."

A weak voice came, "If you don't take me to the hospital, I'm going to fucking die."

Ito was startled and quickly stood up and walked towards the chief engineer, "If you didn't say anything, I thought you were dead."

Changgong: "..."

Ito quickly called the hospital, and the hospital immediately arranged for an ambulance to come over.

the other side.

Yang Xiaoye took Xixi out of the song and dance hall. Just as he was thinking about what to do next, a group of people rushed towards the west.

"Come on, hurry up. If you get there late, you won't be able to catch the show."

"Why is this Taekwondo gym fighting with the Kendo gym?"

"Not sure."

"I heard that it was the kendo gym that killed the owner of the taekwondo gym, and the eldest brother of the taekwondo gym, Fengyuan, took someone there to take revenge!"

"..."

There were noisy discussions.

Originally, Yang Xiaoye was not interested in going to the theater.

But after the word "Fengyuan" came into his ears, Yang Xiaoye immediately became interested.

"Fengyuan...Leo?" Yang Xiaoye touched his chin, "Is this Leo's world?"

"Well... let's go take a look."

Then Yang Xiaoye pulled Xixi to follow.

On the way there, more and more people followed, wanting to watch the excitement.

Yang Xiaoye also asked people around him and found out that the Taekwondo Gym and the Kendo Gym were the two largest martial arts gyms in the area. They competed with each other and their relationship had never been good.

Friction often occurs.

But it's all a small fight.

Yesterday, the owner of the Taekwondo Hall was invited to go to the Kendo Hall to discuss matters with the owner of the Kendo Hall. As a result, he left standing and came back lying down.

But there was no movement at the Taekwondo gym.

But those who heard about it knew that it was the calm before the storm.

Sure enough, a storm came at noon today.

The entire Taekwondo gym went out to attack the Kendo gym!

This incident also attracted widespread attention, and groups of people rushed to the Kendo Hall to watch the excitement.

And Yang Xiaoye and others quickly arrived at their destination.

I saw that the square in front of the Kendo Hall was already filled with people on three floors inside and three outside.

Yang Xiaoye and Xixi squeezed in smoothly, and when they reached the very back, they saw two groups of people standing opposite each other.

One group of people, with their backs to the Kendo Hall, were wearing black samurai uniforms and had samurai swords on their waists. They looked like they were from the Kendo Hall.

The other group of people were wearing white warrior uniforms, with black, red, or white belts around their waists, and they were barefoot. At first glance, they were people from a Taekwondo gym.

At the Taekwondo Hall, the leader is a man, his eyes are staring coldly at the opposite side.

The leader on the opposite side was an old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face. At this time, his voice was a little hoarse and he said: "Xian Nephew Fengyuan, what do you mean?"

"This old guy should be the owner of the Kendo Hall." Yang Xiaoye touched his chin and thought to himself.

Fengyuan, who was standing opposite, clenched his fists. Because of his extreme anger, his face was trembling when he spoke, "You killed my master, and I want justice."

"Haha, your master insisted on sparring with me, and even signed a life-and-death certificate. He was not as good as others and was beaten to death by me. Can you blame me?" The old man chuckled.

"My master came alone at that time. We don't know what the situation was at that time. Who knows if you set up some conspiracy to harm my master!" Fengyuan said angrily.

"Hmph, why do I need to devise a trap to kill this useless thing like your master? You think highly of your master too much." The old man snorted, his face full of disdain.

The anger in Fengyuan's eyes became even stronger, and the cold murderous intent on his body made the people around him feel a little bit cold.

"I want to challenge you to a duel!" Fengyuan gritted his teeth and roared, "I don't care whether you live or die!"

"Haha, you are in your prime, and my master has begun to lose his vitality and blood, so his strength is naturally not as good as yours. Why don't we fight."

Behind the old man, a man with a straight face stepped on wooden clogs and walked out.

With a confident smile on his face, he said to Fengyuan: "You and I are both in our prime, it is only fair to fight like this!"

"This is... Senior Brother Miyamoto of the Kendo Hall?"

"It's him!"

"I heard that he went to the West a few years ago and learned Western swordsmanship. He merged the swordsmanship from the East and the West and created a brand new swordsmanship. Even the master of the kendo gym is no match for him."

"Yes, he is now considered the number one master in the kendo gym."

"Feng Yuan's strength is not weak either. He has never lost since his debut. It is said that when he was 25 years old, he defeated his master and became the number one master in the Taekwondo gym."

"The battle between these two will definitely be interesting."

"..."

People around were whispering, and they were looking forward to the battle between Miyamoto and Fengyuan.

"Xixi, who do you think can win?" Yang Xiaoye asked Xixi with a smile.

"The big brother with the sword, after all, he has a weapon." Xixi pointed at Fengyuan again, "And this big brother has no weapons, so he will suffer."

"I'll bet on the big brother who doesn't have a weapon." Yang Xiaoye said with a smile, "If I lose, I'll treat Xixi to a rice dumpling."

Xixi's eyes lit up, "Okay!"

At this time, in the field, Fengyuan's cold gaze fell on Gong Ben and said: "The same goes for you."

"No matter life or death?" Miyamoto asked.

"No matter life or death!" Fengyuan growled.

"Then come." Miyamoto took a step, raised his thumb, and the samurai sword was unsheathed, and the sharp blade flashed with a cold light.

"Send you to see your useless master!"

Miyamoto grinned, drew his sword suddenly, and struck Fengyuan head-on with the sword.

Fengyuan's heart froze. He didn't expect the opponent's sword to be so fast. He quickly sank down, and his strength sank, concentrating on his legs. Then his legs shook, and his body moved out to avoid the opponent's attack.

A sword.

Then Fengyuan came closer and punched the opponent in the head.

Fengyuan's fist passed through the air and made a puff sound. The wind from the fist fell on Miyamoto's head, causing a stinging pain.

Miyamoto's eyes were focused, but he didn't panic. He quickly retracted the samurai sword in his hand and swept it towards Fengyuan's waist with a sweep.

If Fengyuan insists on punching Miyamoto on the head, then Miyamoto's samurai sword will hit Fengyuan's waist.

Such a sharp samurai sword might cut Fengyuan in half!