Chapter 613: A Samurai

Shout out..., da da da!

In the early morning, the cool breeze blows away the dullness of the night, making those who stay up late clearer. In front of the gate of a wealthy manor, two guards in black suits were chatting in low voices.

This is a large manor located in the outer suburbs of Tokyo. It is built against the mountains and covers a vast area. The overall style is biased towards the Meiji period. Most of the wooden houses have an open design, with tile surfaces, stone foundations, paper windows, and sliding doors, all of which have a simple style. The whole is connected with each other by corridors, and the architectural structure is extremely delicate.

In such a quiet and elegant environment, an extremely incongruous figure walked along the stone pavement and appeared in front of the thick wooden gate of this large manor. The two guards in suits were completely stunned when they saw this person. Where did this guy come from?

This man was wearing a half-sleeved loose black warrior uniform, and a hat with the brim covered by black gauze, fluttering with his steps, but he couldn't see his face clearly. He had a samurai sword hanging from his waist, and wooden shoes on his feet, creaking and creaking all the way.

It would be fine if this person was just dressed like a samurai, but this person was followed by several drones, far, middle and near. There are even drones flying directly into the manor for wide-angle high-altitude shooting, buzzing non-stop.

Is this the fucking lunatic from that theater?

"This is the main dojo of the Ishii Society, right? Katsuo Ishii must be inside." The mysterious warrior's voice came from under the black gauze hat, and he said in a deep voice, "Go and inform him that the end has come."

Cold, indifferent, fearless, what a scene!

But the two guards couldn't appreciate it. They were so angry that they cursed angrily: "Baga, don't mess around here, get out of here immediately!"

Seeing the guards rushing up to grab his shoulders angrily, the mysterious samurai twisted his feet and thought to himself, "Why do Japanese samurai like to wear wooden shoes? It makes my feet hurt."

The four hands were about to grab and hold down the mysterious warrior, and the two guards were thinking: This obnoxious psychopath must be removed quickly, otherwise if the president finds out, it will be a joke and will be punished.

But before the guard's hand touched the samurai's body, the samurai sword hanging from his waist was pulled out with a swish, and a gust of evil wind slashed towards him.

The two guards were startled immediately, feeling terrified in their hearts. Seeing that the knife could not be avoided no matter what, they mourned in their hearts: "It's over, this is too careless. I didn't expect this lunatic to draw the knife so quickly."

At the same time, in a roadside forest a few hundred meters away from the main ashram, there was thunderous cheers inside a bus. The 30-odd brats looked excitedly at the screens of a dozen laptops, and the high-definition cameras clearly displayed the moment when the knife was drawn.

"Uncle, I'm invincible! The moment I drew the knife, I felt like I was about to be cut open."

"This must be the secret sword drawing technique, right? It's amazing!"

"Oh my god, I really want to worship uncle as my teacher and learn this amazing skill."

"Me too, me too, me too."

A bunch of brats were dumbfounded. In the driver's seat, Lixiang's father served as the driver of the operation. The middle-aged man originally thought that he was going to take the children out for an outing, but when he arrived at the destination, a guy dressed as a samurai actually brought a knife to the dojo of the Ishii Club.

This guy is simply more courageous than the sky! But now seeing the scene shot by the drone, Lixiang's father was horrified, and there was only one word to describe that mysterious warrior - unfathomable!

And at the entrance of the dojo, two guards were hit in the neck without stopping. It's just that there was no flesh and blood flying, only screams and wailing. The samurai sword was made of wood, and the blade was quite thick, which was equivalent to being pulled up by a stick. Although they didn't die, the two guards fell down without humming.

The man dressed as a warrior is naturally Zhou Qingfeng. He snorted disdainfully, put the saber back into its sheath, and said coolly: "You trash,

You are not eligible to die by my knife. "

"Uncle, I like this line!"

"It's so handsome, my whole body is trembling. Uncle, I will be your admirer from now on."

"Wrong, you don't even have the qualifications to worship a great warrior like Uncle."

Listening to the words coming from the wireless microphone, the bus screamed again, and a group of brats unconditionally surrendered their knees to Zhou Qingfeng.

But at the moment in the dojo, Ishii Katsuo just got up. This man was in his fifties, with a dark face, and he was the third generation of the Ishii Society. The Ishii Society under its control has thousands of people, which is not a small force in the Sumiyoshi Society, far beyond the reach of a small character like Joji Kitagawa.

When I wake up in the morning, the concubine who sleeps with me takes care of Ishii Katsuo's daily life, and everything must be done according to the rules, appearing to be slow and unhurried. But in this peaceful atmosphere, a scream suddenly sounded in the manor dojo—ah...!

This scream was shrill and terrifying, and it gave people goosebumps. For Ishii Katsuo, who insists on his own identity and values ​​the most rules, this is too unbearable. But he didn't speak, just winked at the cronies who were by his side. The confidant immediately bowed and said, "Hi, I'll check right away."

Well, maybe it's just that some newcomer to the organization that just joined has an accident, and it will be enough to punish him by cutting off his fingers. Ishii Katsuo thought about it and calmed down his mind again. He walked out of his room and came to the outer courtyard. While breathing in the fresh air, he ordered: "Prepare the pen and ink, I want to take advantage of the early morning time to practice calligraphy."

Calligraphy, an elegant art, can make people feel calm and forget their troubles, and it is especially suitable for self-cultivation. Soon a short table was placed under the rainy eaves of the courtyard, and the brushes, ink, paper and inkstones were arranged one by one. Shi Ji also dipped the brush in the ink, and carefully handed it to the chairman.

Chairman Ishii took the brush, took a few deep breaths and wrote down a word 'quiet'. After finishing writing, he felt extremely satisfied. Today's word has a round meaning, a correct structure, and it is as direct as the heart, and it is better than what he wrote in the past.

Good, good, good! The subordinates who followed the president saw the smile on his boss's face, and immediately wanted to flatter and praise him.

But before the voice of praise came out, another scream of "Ah..." came from a distance. This strike startled Katsuo Ishii, who had been calm just now, and a large drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen with a shake of his hand, staining the entire rice paper.

This second scream was even worse than the first one, it was as creepy as meeting a ghost while walking at night. Ishii Katsuo's face suddenly jumped with anger, he looked back at his followers and shouted: "Go and find out what happened?"

Hey..., another follower bowed his head, turned and went out. But this man ran back in a panic not long after he went out. His black suit, which had been ironed properly, was wrinkled in the blink of an eye, and there was a scar dripping blood on his face, which made Katsuo Ishii even more astonished. , this guy stammered and shouted: "President, a terrible warrior has come in."

Are you kidding me, there are samurai these days? ! (To be continued.) 8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy