Chapter 613: 1 samurai

Wow ..., da da da!
In the early hours of the morning, the cool breeze blows across the night's dullness, so that those who stay up all night have a clear head. In front of the gate of a magnificent manor house, two guards in black suits were whispering.
This is a large manor located on the outskirts of Tokyo. It is built on the mountain and covers a large area. The overall style is biased towards the Meiji period. Most of the wooden houses have an open design, tiled surface, stone foundation, paper windows, sliding sliding doors, all elements have a simple style. The whole is interconnected by corridors, and the building structure is extremely delicate.
It was such a quiet, elegant environment that a very uncoordinated figure walked along the slab pavement and appeared in front of the Atsugi gate of this manor house. The two guards in suits were completely dead when they saw the man. Where did the guy come from?
The man was wearing a black warrior suit with loose half-sleeve, a hooded hat, and a black veil covering his brim. He fluttered with his steps, but could not see his face. He had a samurai sword hanging around his waist, wearing wooden shoes under his feet, and just crunched along the way.
If this person is just a samurai costume, it doesn't matter. There are several drones behind and behind this person, both near and far. There are even drones flying directly into the manor for large wide-angle high-altitude shooting, buzzing constantly.
This is a lunatic who emerged from that theater?
"Is this the general dojo of Ishii society? Presumably, Ishii Katsuo is in it." The voice of the mysterious warrior came from under the veil of the black gauze, and he said in a deep voice, "Go and inform him that the end of the day has come."
How cold, indifferent, and fearless!
But the two guards couldn't appreciate it. They were both angry and scolded: "Baga, don't make a fool here, get away now!"
Watching the guard rushing up to grab his shoulder, the mysterious warrior twisted his feet, secretly saying, "Why would a Japanese warrior like to wear wooden shoes? It hurts my feet."
The four hands were about to hold the mysterious warrior down, and the two guards were thinking: the obstructive neuropathy must be removed quickly, otherwise the chairman would know it, it would be a joke, and he would be punished.
But before the guard's hand touched the samurai's body, the samurai sword hung around his waist was pulled out, and a nasty wind carried him across.
The two guards were shocked and trembled in their hearts. Seeing that the sword could not be avoided anyway, they mourned: "It's over, it's too careless. I didn't expect this crazy man to pull the knife so fast."
At the same time, in a roadside wood several hundred meters away from the main dojo, there was a thunderous thunder in a bus. The 30-plus bear child looked excitedly at the screens of a dozen laptops, and the high-definition camera clearly showed the moment when he pulled the knife.
"Uncle, invincible! The moment you pull the knife makes you feel like you have to be cut open."
"This must be the secret sword-drawing technique? Amazing!"
"My God, I really want to worship Uncle as a teacher and learn this amazing technique."
"Me too, me too, me too."
A bunch of bear children were stunned. In the driver's seat, Li Xiang's father was the driver of the operation. This middle-aged man originally thought he was going to take a child out for an outing. Who knew who had arrived at the destination and who was dressed as a samurai actually took a knife to pick the Ishii dojo.
This guy is simply more daring than heaven! But now seeing a scene shot by a drone, Li Xiang's father was horrified, and there was only one word to describe the mysterious warrior—unfathomable!
At the gate of the dojo, two guards were hit in the neck without any hindrance. But there was no flesh flying, only screams and wailing, the katana was made of wood, and the blade was quite thick, which was equivalent to pulling a stick. Although not dead, the two guards fell without humming.
The natural person dressed as a samurai is Zhou Qingfeng. He gave a sneer of disdain, pulled a sword into his sheath, and said coolly, "You garbage are not qualified to die under my sword."
"Uncle, I like this line!"
"So handsome, I'm trembling all over. Uncle, I will be your admirer in the future."
"Wrong, a great warrior like Uncle, you don't even have the right to worship him."
Listening to the words from the wireless microphone, the bus bustled again and again, a group of bear children gave Zhou Qingfeng their knees unconditionally.
At the moment in the dojo, Katsuo Ishii has just got up. This man is in his fifties and has a dark face, which is the third generation of the Ishii society. The Ishii under its control will have thousands of people, which is not only a small force in the Sumiyoshi Society, far from being comparable to a small role like the Kitagawajoji.
In the early morning, the attendant who accompanied the bed and lived for Masao Ishii. Everything must be in accordance with the rules. It seemed slow and calm. But in this atmosphere of peace, there was a sudden scream in the manor dojo—ah ...!
The scream was stern and terrifying, and it made people goosebumps. For the self-sustaining identity, the heaviest rule of victory, Ishii, this is really unbearable. But he didn't speak, just winked at the relatives who were by his side. The letter immediately bowed and said, "Hi, I'll check it right away."
Well, maybe it's just something new to a new organization that has just joined ~ EbookFREE.me ~ When the time comes, it will be fine to disciplinary punishment. Ishii thinks so, and calms his mind again. He walked out of his room and came to the outside courtyard, breathing fresh air and commanding: "Prepare ink, I want to practice calligraphy in the early morning."
The elegant art of calligraphy can make people feel calm and forget their troubles, which is especially suitable for self-cultivation. Soon a short table was placed under the rain eaves in the courtyard, and the pen and ink sheets were arranged one by one. The attendant also dipped the ink brush and carefully handed it to the president.
President Ishii took the writing brush and took a few deep breaths to write a 'quiet'. After writing, he felt extremely satisfied. Today, the wording is rounded, the structure is straightforward, and the intention is direct, which is better than what was written in the past.
Well, just fine! Following the chairman, there was a smile on his boss's face, and he was going to make a flattering hurry.
But wait for the praise to say, another scream came from a distance. This time, Ikatsu Ishii, who had just calmed down, was taken aback again, and a big drop of ink fell from the pen end with a shake of his hand, staining the whole rice paper.
This second scream was even worse than the first one, and it was like creeping creeps at night. Ishii's face fluttered abruptly with a look on his face, and he looked back at the follower and drank, "Go and find out what happened?"
Hi ..., another servant bowed his head and turned to go out. But the man ran back in panic not long after he went out. His originally ironed black suit wrinkled in a blink of an eye, and there were still blood scars on his face. It was even more wrong for Masai Ishii The guy stammered and shouted, "Chairman, a terrible samurai has come in."
Are you teasing me, there are samurai these days? !! (To be continued.) 8 more exciting novels, welcome to visit everyone's reading school