It was 4:58 am and the window was already bright. Normally, this period was when many people fell into deep sleep, with the elderly being exceptional. The pineal voxel in their cerebellum was scarce, so they lacked sleep. It was difficult to fall asleep at night and woke up very early in the morning. The working class of office workers needed this time to rest and sleep around six o'clock. Tourists who were staying at home, such as Tang Ning, Zhou Yu, Jiangtao and others, were no exception. If there was no accident outside of control, they were sleeping soundly at this time.

But unexpectedly, knocks on the door were heard one after another. And when the knocks on the door were heard, it happened that Jiang Tao's words aroused Zhou Yu's surprise and resonance.

"Jiang Tao, tell me when was the feeling you just said? I just had a vague, invisible, but I could feel something, it seemed to be a feeling, but I couldn't explain it clearly..."

The knocks were heard one after another, and the people outside the door seemed to be very anxious and impatient, because the sound and power of knocking were getting louder and louder.

Zhou Yu frowned, and the handsome face of Sunshine was now filled with a look of obedience and abuse. He had always had a good temper and couldn't help but curse. And the voice was very loud, almost like a roar.

"Damn, who? I don't go to bed early in the morning, are you trying to die?"

He rushed to the door in a hurry and pulled the door open with anger. "Who the hell are you..."

Outside the door was a young man in his twenties, tall, tough, handsome, black, short-sized hair, square and stylish face, thick black sword eyebrows, bright eyes, straight nose bridge, thin lips, and a very capable and concise person. The palm of his spread was holding a blue bead. I don’t know what material it was, as big as a marble that a child played with. A light blue halo was emitted around. The moment Zhou Yu opened the door, the light blue halo around the beads expanded rapidly, as if he was breathing like a life, stretching and shrinking, and swallowing.

The young man's original anxiety turned into a chill on his face. He looked up, his eyes like a knife and a sword. The pressure pressed towards Zhou Yu with his cold eyes.

"Where is she? Hand her over?"

It's Japanese! Japanese! Zhou Yu is proficient in six languages ​​in Europe, America and Asia. The only thing he doesn't understand is Japanese. Because he was influenced by the older generation, he has hated Japanese people since he was a child. Other children like Japanese cartoons, and he disdained them. He likes American Bunny Bunny or Donald Duck Mickey Mouse, and believes that Japanese things are rubbish, regardless of folk culture or politics.

Although I can't understand Japanese, the Japanese's words are so distinctive that I can tell at first.

Moreover, this person has a bad attitude, and the pressure brought by his tone and eyes is obviously hostile, very strong hostility. Moreover, Zhou Yu also felt the murderous intent from the other party.

The murderous intent was very fast. Jiang Tao at the door of the inner room also felt it, got up and jumped over.

But the moment he started to move, the Japanese at the door had already attacked Zhou Yu who was opening the door.

The body rushed forward, transformed into a knife with his palm and cut straight into Zhou Yu's throat. He started with a vicious and extremely fast speed. If he changed to an ordinary person, he would either die or be injured just this time.

But who is Zhou Yu? Yan inherited the family tutor and the descendant of the authentic Xingyiquan. It should be noted that Xingyiquan, Tai Chi, Bagua, and eight levels belong to the four famous internal martial arts. The emphasis is on the use of intention to lead the energy, reveal the form with intention, and follow the body. Move straight forward and fast, and no boxing technique can catch up with Xingyiquan. Moreover, Zhou Yu's ancestors once followed Guo Yunshen, a master who created the half-step Bengquan. Although he did not get under his jurisdiction, he was also an authentic Xingyiquan disciple who had received tips from Master Guo. By Zhou Yu's generation, he was already the ninth generation. It can be called a deep family background.

In addition, Zhou Yu's talent in martial arts is much higher than that of ordinary people. When the other party's murderous intent first appeared, he had already prepared in advance. As expected, the Japanese who asked the door to open the door to take a killer move. Although I don't know why, the other party's eyes full of hatred and murderous intent and the murderous intent that were accused of bone-chesting and cold-blooded murderous intent were both real, naked and untrue.

Zhou Yu was angry and had no time to ask or think in detail. The cold light burst into his eyes. He immediately faced a painful blow.

Without dodging, with fists facing the palm, the vitality gathers between the five fingers, implying the meaning of collapse. Among the four and eight methods of Xingyiquan, after the collapse of strength, it is drilling, and a little force is gathered, and a pure use of force to form an invisible drill bit. People who do not know the secret of Xingyiquan's martial arts are likely to lose their losses on this move.

"Take the person over!"

The Japanese on the opposite side were not good at robbing, and roared. When Zhou Yu's fist power was not exerting its power, he suddenly changed his moves. The speed of changing moves exceeded the speed of Zhou Yu's brain's thinking reaction. The single palm that was tangent to his throat seemed to instantly transform into a visible snake with palm in front and body behind. The whole person rushed forward with the palm and passed by Zhou Yu's side. The vicious wind brought out seemed to be the essence, slashing half of Zhou Yu's cheeks in a scorching pain. He was shocked and turned back and roared in shock. "Jiang Tao! Stop him. This kid is a tough guy! Be careful!"

"Damn it, I'm looking for death! Post----Shan---Damn!"

Jiang Tao's jumping out just blocked the direction of the Japanese rushing forward. And it was a killer move! The secret of the Bajiquan's untransmitted power is as strong as a mountain, as thunder. If it doesn't fire, it will hurt people. The shoulders shake, one shake three changes, and the horizontal distance within one meter is within the range of the power of the move. With his loud shout, a bang, the figure that attacked seemed to hit a wall, and was hit and flew up, hitting the wall three or four meters behind, slid down along the wall, kneeling down on one leg, and half squatting on the ground. The blood surged to the mouth, half of the body was about to break, the capillaries under the epidermis burst open wide, and the skin was purple-red and covered with blood spots. The severe pain quickly attacked from the left chest and the whole body. The head was also buzzing and buzzing. The eyes were blurred.

The Japanese who couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood seemed to have not expected that there was another person inside. Perhaps he knew that there was someone inside, but underestimated the speed of Jiang Tao, who was born in Baji, to make moves. No wonder, Bajiquan is the most violent, strong, and most aggressive boxing technique among internal martial arts. It is direct and rapid, and the speed is much faster than other internal martial arts.

Jiang Tao, who showed his might and Zhou Yu who caught up later, did not hesitate, nor did he give the other party a chance to stand up. He pounced on both left and right at the same time.

The Japanese young man half-squatting on the ground suddenly showed the light blue color that had been holding in the palm of his left hand, and beads with the same color halo around him. His blood-stained lips quickly moved, and he muttered something. Suddenly, the beads were shining brightly, and an irresistible force suddenly burst out. Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao seemed to be hit by a giant hammer, and at the same time they sprayed blood, and their bodies were thrown up uncontrollably. They fell to the ground. One smashed the coffee table and the other knocked the wardrobe by the wall to create a wide crack.

Puff! The Japanese young man spitted blood again. The moment just now, he was burdened with a pale face, and his body that could not be supported was tilted and collapsed under the wall. He struggled to stand up. But in the end, there was no hope. Jiang Tao's clue came too suddenly. He was basically completely attacked, and he had lost the ability to fight again. But his eyes were still crazy and he was reluctant to give up. He vomited blood and shouted: "Where is she? Hand over Junko."

Jiang Tao, who struggled to force his upper body, spat bloody saliva hard. "Go to you/Damn it! Speak Chinese! I can't understand the bird's singing!"

The Japanese young man still shouted at the four outsiders without reason: "Here is the man? Where is the man? Hand over her! Junko! Junko, where are you? I am Suzuki!"

"You are paralyzed! I told you to speak Chinese!" Jiang Tao roared, picked up the broken white porcelain tea cup at his hand and smashed it. The broken cup hit the left corner of the Japanese young man's forehead, and blood quickly flowed along half of his cheeks. Its shape was terrifying.

Da da da da da da, there was a mess of footsteps outside the door. Soon more than a dozen people rushed in.

Looking at the people who suddenly poured in, the Japanese who broke in for no reason had nothing else in his eyes, letting the warm blood flow on his face, his eyes stared at the door of the inner part!

But Zhou Yu was a little stunned. Among the people who came in were the target person Yoshimu Jiazuo, who had been surveillance, and other Japanese people, as well as the old policeman Zhang Jingsheng and his three subordinates who had just left. There was also the deputy manager of the security department, Chen Xing, who had brought two security guards up. Zhou Yu, whose hair was tight and his throat was dry and itchy, looked at Jiang Tao with a wry smile on his face. "Male Gobi, it's a big deal now. What should I do?"

Jiang Tao showed off his destiny to be afraid of boiling water, so he rushed to the floor. He looked up at the sky and said weakly: "You are smart, I will leave it to you next. I... fuck... what trick did that Japanese man use? I'm about to fall apart half of my body."

"You? Fuck, Jiang Tao, you're a fucking devil! It's Satan!"

At this moment, Zhou Yu, who couldn't think of an idea, raised his eyebrows and looked unkind. He reluctantly supported himself, sat half-sitted on the ground, and wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth. His eyes glanced at the people coming in one by one, and said, "Everyone, it's very rude to trespass into other people's rooms. Don't you understand? Go out quickly, otherwise I'll call the police!"

Zhang Jingsheng, who was full of majesty between his eyebrows, stood up in police uniforms, represented the government and the law, and said in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

"Mr. Police officer, I know the one over there. He is an expatriate from my Japanese country. I hope to take him away now."

The expressionless Yoshimu Jiazo bowed slightly to Zhang Jingsheng and said, "I will give a note to your government later to ask for an explanation for this matter."

"Sir, your surname is yours?" Zhang Jingsheng also asked expressionlessly.

"My name is Kazusa Yoshimu, and I am the general agent of Beichen Co., Ltd. in Beijing."

"Oh, it's Mr. Jimu." Zhang Jingsheng still had a expressionless face and said coldly: "Before the matter was investigated clearly, no one in the house could leave, including the expatriate from your country. He came and called an ambulance. He also reported to the bureau."
Chapter completed!