I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

Two days later.

Naiko hurried back to Fucheng after a long journey, and walked slowly to the administrative area on the fourth floor with sonorous steps under the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Hello, miss, who are you looking for?" The ordinary-looking secretary walked out of the office and asked kindly.

"I'm looking for Qin Yao, Mr. Qin."

The little secretary was startled, and immediately spread out one arm, making a gesture to invite you in: "I will take you to the guest room first, and then inform the president. Do you think this is okay?"

"Of course." Nako nodded.

The little secretary immediately took him into the guest room. Before leaving, he asked softly: "Miss, could you please tell me your name and purpose of visit?"

"Just tell him that Nako is here, and he will definitely come to see me."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The little secretary smiled slightly, turned around and closed the door.

"Dong dong dong."

President's room, rest area.

Shi Shi, who was talking about four hundred years of experience with Qin Yao, heard a knock on the door, paused slightly, and changed his words: "Uncle, you go ahead and do your business."

"It's okay." Qin Yao waved his hand and said to the door: "The door is unlocked, please come in."

The little secretary gently opened the door and bowed: "Mr. Qin, Miss Naiko is here. She said she has something to do with you. She is currently in the guest room."

"Naiko...she actually came to me?" Qin Yao was stunned.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

On the sofa opposite, Mao Mao, who was lying lazily in the form of a black cat, slowly stood up: "Naiko is a subordinate of Bone Girl. The reason why Shi Shi and I were able to learn about you was because Nako went to Peking to find us and tried to invite us. I'll deal with you."

Qin Yao: "..."

This is so fucking outrageous!

"Let her come over." Nekomata said calmly: "I asked her to go back to Japan and tell the bone girl about your presence in Fucheng. Now she should have returned with the message from the bone girl."

Qin Yao reached out and slapped his forehead, dumbfounded: "I never thought in my wildest dreams that Jiu Ju, the first class in Fucheng, is a woman of bone."

"More than four hundred years is enough time to change a lot of things." Mao Mao said pointedly.

Qin Yao thought so.

In later generations, a certain rabbit country that claimed to be a developing country underwent earth-shaking changes in just over seventy years and became a powerful nation.

In comparison, more than four hundred years... it is not an exaggeration to say that the world has changed a lot.

"Xiaojie, go and invite Miss Naiko over." After a while, Qin Yao ordered.

"Yes, President." The little secretary smiled, turned around and closed the door.

"Qin Yao, if Bone Girl has to become your enemy under forced circumstances, what will you do?" Maomata suddenly asked.

Qin Yao: "Whether I do it intentionally or out of necessity, I will never be merciful to my enemies!"

The cat licked his lips again: "If she has no choice but to deal with you, I will help you deal with her together. If the two of us win afterwards, how about you leave her to me to deal with?"

"Don't you hate her very much?" Qin Yao asked.

He still can't forget the time when Nekomata and Bone Girl asked him to be wary of each other.

"It's very annoying!"

Nekomata said matter-of-factly: "But if she is gone, I will feel empty."

Qin Yao: "..."

Co-author: Are you two in love with each other? !

"Dong dong dong." At this time, before Qin Yao could think of how to answer Maomata, the door of the president's office was knocked again.

"Please come in."

The little secretary gently opened the door, lowered his arms to Naiko behind him, and smiled slightly.

Nako nodded slowly and stepped into the president's room. Her eyes swept across the room. When she saw the black cat, she subconsciously closed her legs and bowed: "Greetings, Nekomata-senpai..."

"What did the bone girl say?" Nekomata jumped onto the table and faced Nako.

"Ms. Bone Girl said that she didn't know that Fucheng was Mr. Qin's territory before, and asked me to apologize to Mr. Qin on her behalf." After saying that, Naiko bowed deeply to Qin Yao: "Mr. Qin, I'm sorry!"

Qin Yao waved his hand: "That's not what I want to hear. Besides, what else did the bone girl say?"

Nako slowly stood up straight and said seriously: "Ms. Bone Girl asked me to tell you that she has given up her plan to continue attacking Fucheng, but Jiuju Yiyi is unwilling to give up this strategic location.

The leadership of the sect has issued a hunting mission. There will be killers coming across the ocean in the near future. Please be careful. "

"They are playing with fire!" Qin Yao whispered.

Naiko bowed slightly: "Actually, my adults have advised me, but Jiuju's top leaders still choose to go their own way..."

"Who ordered them?" Qin Yao asked.

"Militarism!" Nako responded without hesitation.

"Destroy the will of our people, create internal chaos, and prepare for invasion..." Qin Yao said coldly and solemnly: "This is the desire to destroy us!"

Naiko: "Mr. Qin, I will move into the villa in Washi Village again. If you want to have a real-time conversation with the Bone Lady, you can come to me at any time."

"Can you let us have a real-time conversation?" Qin Yao said in surprise.

"yes."

Naiko said: "Ms. Bone Girl also has Nako by her side. There is a spiritual bridge between Nako and Nako, so they can share audio and video."

Qin Yao: "..."

Co-author: Are you a humanoid phone? !

"You Jiuju faction came to Fucheng from Japan. How did you get here?"

"By boat, or by stowaway, it's basically the sea route." Nako replied.

"Customs..." Qin Yao stood up: "Naizi, are you sure the killer is behind you? Or, they haven't landed yet?"

"I'm sure!" Nako said with great certainty: "Sister Bone Girl sent me to the speedboat overnight after the meeting. The other party still has to select a killer, so the speed is definitely not as fast as mine."

Qin Yao nodded and said, "Come to the police station with me and let's study where they will get off the boat..."

late at night.

customs.

Two ronin, wearing samurai uniforms and carrying samurai swords on their backs, stepped on the bow of the boat and shot to the shore like arrows. They identified the direction and followed human instincts, walking towards the place with light.

"Watanabe-senpai, shall we take action tonight, or shall we plan after dawn?" The young samurai with pigtails on his head asked the middle-aged samurai next to him.

"Let's do it tonight." Watanabe said in a deep voice, "The one who is late will change!"

The young warrior nodded and said with a smile: "After completing the mission, can we stay here for a few days?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Do a few big things to make yourself famous..." the young warrior said, "It's not in vain."

"Ding-deng-deng."

Just as they were looking for light, after walking through two long stone steps, a row of bright lights suddenly lit up from a distance, stimulating them to subconsciously squint their eyes.

"Who are you?" Li Mulin asked sternly, wearing a police uniform and standing among hundreds of policemen holding muskets.

"We... are lost." Watanabe spoke in broken Chinese.

"Japanese?" Li Mulin confirmed.

"We are Koreans." Watanabe shook his head.

"Shoot." Li Mulin suddenly waved his hand and ordered.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

After searching the light, hundreds of soldiers in uniform fired their guns at the same time, instantly beating the two unprepared people into a sieve.

"Why?"

In a hurry, they did not dodge. Their proud combat skills had no room to display under the simultaneous firing of hundreds of guns. They could only question in severe pain.

"A Korean wearing a kimono and carrying a Japanese sword? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Li Mulin waved his hand and said: "Brothers, keep shooting and smash your head to prevent corpse transformation. I will report to the office."

General Administration of Customs.

Director's office.

Qin Yao, Yang Kun, and a middle-aged man wearing a customs uniform were each sitting on a sofa, with hot coffee on the table in front of them, Cuban cigars in their mouths, and their legs crossed to varying degrees. Talking and laughing among the smoke.

"Report!"

Li Mulin trotted to the door and looked at the three big guys in the room with a trace of envy in his eyes.

"Did you find anything?" Yang Kun put out the cigar in the ashtray and raised his eyes and asked.

"Yes, sir."

Li Mulin said loudly: "We have killed two Japanese ronin who were stubbornly resisting. Please give instructions, sir."

"Mr. Qin." Yang Kun called.

Qin Yao blew out a puff of smoke, flicked the cigar directly into the ashtray, stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."

"Director Sun, please wait a moment. We'll come as soon as we go." Yang Kun said with a smile.

Sun Zhipeng waved his hand, held a cigarette in one hand, and stood up holding on to the sofa with the other hand: "I have been sitting for long enough. Let's go out and move around to loosen up our muscles and bones."

Afterwards, Li Mulin led the way, and the three bosses followed, slowly arriving at the exit where Ronin was killed.

"Hello Director!"

The moment they saw Sun Zhipeng, hundreds of soldiers in uniform stood up straight at the same time, put their feet together, and shouted loudly.

"Thank you, comrades." Sun Zhipeng waved.

"It's not hard work!" the uniformed soldiers responded loudly.

Sun Zhipeng smiled, put down his arm, and turned to look at Qin Yao: "Mr. Qin, these two corpses..."

"Let all comrades go back and rest and leave it to me." Qin Yao said with a smile.

Sun Zhipeng nodded and ordered: "Everyone, listen to the order and go back to the dormitory! You don't need to participate in training tomorrow, have a good rest."

The soldiers in uniform were overjoyed and shouted excitedly: "Yes, Director!"

For them, staying up late can get a day off, which is a lucrative business.

But for Sun Zhipeng, this is just the use of power...

After a while, the soldiers in uniform ran away. In front of Sun Zhipeng, Yang Kun, and Li Mulin, Qin Yao took out the magic spirit beads from his pocket and summoned the red and white evil spirits out of thin air.

Yang Kun had already followed Qin Yao to see the City God, so he still remained calm about this.

But Sun Zhipeng and Li Mulin couldn't calm down...

Especially the former, this was the first time to witness Qin Yao's "magic", and his heart was beating fast, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

In fact, as the director of customs, he has a higher rank than Yang Kun, and he is not afraid of Qin Yao's power and status. In reality, it can be said that he is only afraid of one thing: warlord!

Coincidentally, according to Yang Kun, Mr. Qin is the brother-in-law of Liu Dalong, the warlord of Guangdong and Guangxi. This is the main reason why he drinks coffee with him late at night.

Now it seems that the truth may not be as simple as I thought...

"Tear out their souls!" Qin Yao suddenly grasped the magic spirit bead and ordered.

The red and white demons flew up, the red demon rushed towards Watanabe, and the white demon rushed towards the young samurai.

Just when the leading wedding dress and mourning dress were about to touch their bodies, two black figures holding Japanese swords suddenly rushed out of their bodies. They were the ghosts and resentful spirits of two warriors.

"Pfft." Watanabe slashed into the wedding dress's neck with a cool and elegant knife.

"Chi." The young warrior's stab penetrated Mang Yi's heart.

"kill!"

Watanabe roared loudly, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, pushed it back hard, and tried to cut off the entire neck of the wedding dress.

Seeing how hard he was pushing, the wedding dress pulled her hair, took the initiative to pull the head off her neck, and asked, "Is this what you want?"

Watanabe: "???"

Yang Kun, Sun Zhipeng, and Li Mulin, who were watching the battle not far away, didn't lift it up in one breath and almost fainted from fright...

On the other side, the young samurai glanced at this scene from the corner of his eye, his soul trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to pull out his Japanese sword. However, it was easy to pierce the blade, but difficult to pull it out. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move the sword at all.

"ah!!!"

Watanabe roared in fear, turned around, and the human sword merged into one, turning into a green magic sword entwined with several streaks of black smoke, piercing the air and stabbing into the chest of the wedding dress.

"Qiang."

The red wedding dress that swallowed the wedding dress ghost had the attribute of immortality. She held her head in one hand and looked at the magic knife flying at high speed. She slowly raised her other arm and grasped the blade.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

The blade continued to tremble, until the headless wedding dress put her head on the blade, and the trembling power disappeared instantly.

The young samurai was so frightened that he didn't even want his sword and ran away.

The mourning clothes waved their sleeves, and a white silk ribbon flew out from the cuffs. It came first, wrapped tightly around the warrior's waist, and pulled him back bit by bit...

"Let me go, don't, don't eat me." The young warrior trembled with fear and shouted sharply.

Mingyi pulled him in front of him and said to Qin Yao: "My lord, we have it under control."

"I have it under control too." Wedding Yi held the long knife and shook it. The long knife suddenly turned into the soul of the middle-aged man, and his neck was tightly pinched in the palm of his hand.

"Put your head on first." Qin Yao said, "When you talk like this, I don't know whether to look at your body or your head."

Wedding Dress smiled slightly, turned her hands and pressed her head on her neck, and silently, the two were tightly combined.

"Two samurai from Japan, listen carefully. I can only let one of you go, so please listen carefully to my next questions and answer them. Whoever answers more questions in the end will be let go." Qin Yao He clapped his hands and said to the two ronin.

"Pooh."

The young warrior spat lightly and cursed: "Do you think we will believe you?

Do you think this will force us to submit?

Let me tell you, we have received professional anti-forced confession training. No matter how you torture us, torture us to death, we will not reveal a word to you, and we will never compromise! "