Chapter 209 Japanese Warrior
"What do you think about the addition of an old man and a woman?"
Luo Lichen turned to look at the two vampires beside him, his tone relaxed.
His response was more relaxed.
"It's just a difference between older and tender meat. I happen to be a little malnourished recently, and the blood of a Taoist priest can help a little bit."
"Pick!"
Uncle Ming spat on the ground, "Did these three guys take the wrong medicine? They are talking nonsense here."
Ma Xiaoyu smiled, her eyes filled with coldness, "If you are sick, I can help you treat it."
"Okay! I hope your medical skills are good enough and you don't hurt yourself!"
Luo Lichen smiled disdainfully and snapped his fingers. In the night, red lights lit up again, and more bloodthirsty bats began to fly towards this direction, densely packed and covering the sky.
"Now let's see what other tricks you can play!" a vampire yelled.
"Why, you can't afford to play?"
As Ma Xiaoyu spoke, she lightly hooked her fingers, and two bright lights overflowed from her fingertips. They were several sharp steel wires!
In just an instant, several scrolls unfolded from the top of the villa in the blink of an eye, hanging straight to the ground, covering the walls and doors of the entire building.
Luo Lichen looked toward the window and saw huge sheets of yellow paper with cinnabar drawings of dragons and phoenixes dancing on them.
Those bats either hit the wall or hit the giant talisman, turning into blood mist in an instant. However, the talisman only emitted bursts of golden light and was not shaken at all.
"Zhoutian Demon Suppression Formation! This girl and I spent some time setting it up."
Ma Xiaoyu also seemed to be very satisfied, nodding and saying: "It's quite effective to deal with the bastards outside. I just don't know if the three bastards inside can withstand it."
Luo Lichen frowned, looked at the doors and windows sealed by the talisman, and then looked at Ma Xiaoyu.
"Miss, this way of doing things is a bit rough."
"Rough?"
Yin Xiu spoke first, "She has always been much rougher than you said!"
These words made Luo Lichen stunned for a moment, and made Ma Xiaoyu's eyes shine even brighter, sending a chill down his back.
After a pause, Luo Lichen cleared his somewhat sticky throat and said coldly: "I like the saying of you Tang people very much, which is that you can see the truth under your hands. It's better to..."
"I agree!"
Yin Xiu shouted loudly and attacked first. Ma Xiaoyu and Uncle Ming followed closely behind him.
The three vampires were interrupted by Yin Xiu's words and couldn't help but froze for a moment. They finally reacted and attacked together, and three black shadows flew out.
The war kicked off with Huang Dahu's screams.
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"That man named Hong Sheng, do you want me to help you deal with him?"
Smith held the base of the goblet with two fingers, and when he shook it, the red wine swirled in the glass, and the shaking reflected Long Gen's face full of vicissitudes of life.
Long Gen coughed twice and drank the red wine as if it were something like Chinese medicine. There was a sour and bitter taste in his mouth.
He frowned and waited until the taste in his mouth dissipated, then he said: "Mr. Smith, he is just a little trouble, so you don't need to worry about it."
"A little trouble? But I heard that not only those outside, but also those within your club, the uncles, and some regional leaders also support him?"
Long Gen did not deny it. He nodded and said: "After all, he is Hongwu's son. Hongwu is a good father. He left a wealth of connections to his son, but if he can't stand on his own, it will be useless after all."
"Well, Boss Long, I always trust your judgment, otherwise we wouldn't be able to cooperate for so long." Smith lowered his head and looked at Long Gen's face in the wine. The face swayed with the wine. Stretching and then flattening, it made him want to laugh for some reason.
Suppressing his smile, Smith looked up, his blue eyes wandering, emitting a soft light.
"Boss Long, no matter what, you must win the election in two weeks, otherwise those bosses will definitely leave us, do you understand?"
"Of course I understand." Long Gen nodded heavily.
"And."
He stretched out another finger and tapped it on the table, making a crisp sound.
"Even if you are chosen, and you have won the support of most of your uncles, with the character of Prince Sheng, will you give up easily?"
Hearing this, Long Gen frowned immediately.
Let's not talk about Hong Sheng's return to inherit and Li Sheng's inheritance. He inherited his father's legacy in a reasonable and compliant manner and had the moral upper hand, which made many uncles side with him.
Moreover, over the years, although He Lisheng has been expanding, he has also recruited many people in order to expand his territory. The number of people in the club is one-third more than when Hongwu was in power.
He is old, can no longer fight, and does not want to fight. It is impossible for him to bring the entire society back to the streets to fight and bleed.
But not everyone wants to be a high-class person, and not everyone can be a high-class person. Therefore, leaders in various regions have more and more opinions on him, both overtly and covertly.
Now Hong Sheng has become the spark that jumped into the pile of dry wood, the flame of resistance that ignited at a moment's notice.
As if seeing Long Gen's confusion, Smith sat up straight and clapped his hands.
Following the crisp sound, a person walked out from the corner.
It was a young man, holding a long bamboo stick in his mouth, with a pair of knife eyes, and a head of soft, curly white hair hanging down to the back of his neck. His three-dimensional and cold facial features made that face It looks like it was carved with a knife.
This man is tall and strong, his hands are steady and dry, his breathing is even and powerful, and Long Gen feels dazzling at first sight.
He only wore a thin pure white shirt on his upper body, which was unbuttoned and allowed to open, revealing his strong chest and neat abdominal muscles.
The most eye-catching thing is the short knife stuck at his waist.
The handle of the knife is wrapped with golden silk thread, and the scabbard is completely non-reflective black. Half of the short knife is inside the pants, and the other half is raised high up to the bottom of the chest, looking arrogant and chilling.
He wore a pair of loose trousers on his lower body, and a pair of wooden clogs on the soles of his feet, which made a crisp sound on the floor with every step he took.
He and Long Gen looked at each other, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to materialize in an instant, which stung Long Gen's eyes.
Smith waved to him, motioning for him to come forward.
"Let me introduce to you. This is a master of Yagyu Shinin-ryu, a Kyokushin Kate practitioner, and the Tiger of Hokkaido..."
Before Smith finished speaking, Long Gen interrupted him in a rare move, "Japanese?"
Long Gen frowned, "Mr. Smith, do you plan to find a Japanese to help me?"
"That's right."
Smith nodded.
"By the way, his name is..."
Before he finished speaking, Smith was interrupted again, and this time it was the man who spoke.
"YamamotoMasahito, Yamamoto Masahito."
(End of chapter)