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Lin Hu still knows a lot about Wang Ziqiao, especially the matter from the cup worm.

And the heart of choosing the strong to attach to also made Lin Hu really have the idea of ​​sincerely relying on Wang Ziqiao.

It's just that how long this idea can last is not sure, at least before Wang Ziqiao is still a strong man, Lin Hu intends to make a living under Wang Ziqiao's hands.

But Wang Ziqiao really looked down on Lin Hu. If the opponent was a third-level great martial artist, maybe he would take him in. Right now, it's just for some use.

After dispelling the hypnotism, Wang Ziqiao looked at Lin Hu and said, "Continue to monitor Luo Feng and Guan Hang. If you need anything, just call me!"

After saying a word, Wang Ziqiao turned around and left, and the others followed behind Wang Ziqiao.

Looking at the backs of the four people leaving, Lin Hu suddenly realized that he didn't seem to remember anything just now, and his fear of Wang Ziqiao increased a little. These four backs were different but had the same aloof temperament, Let Lin Hu also have some yearning from the heart.

He clenched his fists tightly and remained silent for a long time.

After Wang Ziqiao returned to the clubhouse, Jin Yu, Zhan Fei, and Bai Su were dealing with the corpses.

The two leading third-level martial artists were also dealt with by Zhan Fei and Bai Su, but they were also seriously injured.

At this time, everyone gathered in a spacious room, looking at the two lying on the bed, Wang Ziqiao immediately used the healing technique, and it didn't take long for the two to fully recover.

The two injured Tibetan mastiffs were also healed by Wang Ziqiao.

Overall, the clubhouse did not suffer any losses.

After listening to Zhan Fei's narration, Wang Ziqiao looked at Yu Wei with some surprises, because it was Yu Wei's sneak attack in the room that scared away the other two killers, and finally was bitten to death by six bulldogs.

"Mom and Dad, you all go to rest!" Wang Ziqiao looked at his parents.

Wang Mingzhang and his wife nodded slightly and left first.

"Weiwei, go to bed too, Miss Xiangxiang, I'm so sorry that you are the first one to spend the night with me, and you are in such a big trouble!" Wang Ziqiao looked at Huo Xiang.

Huo Xiang shook his head: "I'm fine, then Weiwei and I are going to rest!"

"Brother Zi Qiao, tomorrow I will have Tsing Yi and Meng Liandie come over, so that you can have two more helpers!" Yu Wei was reluctant to leave, and held Wang Ziqiao's arm.

Wang Ziqiao shook his head: "Not for now!"

Yu Wei didn't say anything, and left with Huo Xiang. Before leaving, she glanced at Matsubara Junko who had been standing by. She didn't know where Wang Ziqiao found the girl again.

After arranging everyone, Wang Ziqiao called He Lianhai and asked him to send someone to remove the bodies of the men in black in the hall.

He was busy until three or four o'clock in the morning, and Wang Ziqiao didn't relax.

Alone, I came to another building and opened the door. This is a luxurious and spacious bedroom.

It was Matsubara Zhisa lying on the bed.

But at this time, Matsubara Zhisha had already woken up. When Wang Ziqiao pushed the door and entered, he also showed a little difference, and said, "You saved me?"

Prince Joe closed the door, sat on the sofa beside Songyuan Zhisha's bed, crossed his hands on his lap, leaned back, and smiled: "Do you think there are few people in this world who can make you feel in your heart besides me?" survive the damage?"

"How is my granddaughter?" Matsubara Zhisha was not thinking about himself, but Matsubara Junko.

"Don't worry, as I said before, she is my slave girl and my own. Naturally, I will not allow others to hurt her. Whether she lives or dies must be decided by me, and only by me!" the prince said. Qiao Tan replied easily.

Matsubara Zhisha frowned, he couldn't figure out what Wang Ziqiao meant.

After a long time, he asked, "What is your purpose in saving me?"

"You are a ninja, commonly known as a samurai, right?" Prince Joe asked back.

Matsubara Zhisha was even more puzzled, but nodded.

"In Japan, samurai have had loyal objects since ancient times. Whether it is the shogunate or the emperor, they all have their own masters. A samurai without a master can only be called a ronin. I would like to ask you, who is your master?" Prince Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Matsubara Zhisha quietly.

Matsubara Zhisha and Wang Ziqiao looked at each other, he couldn't see any information in Wang Ziqiao's eyes, and asked, "Why do you ask such a question?"

"Don't you think your answer like this is disrespectful to a lifesaver?"

Matsubara Zhisha took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and said, "I, Matsubara Zhisha, only serve God Shura!"

"God Shura? Where was your God Shura when you were poisoned? Where was your God Shura when you were seriously injured? If I suppress your illness, it's like saving you once; if I save you here, it's like saving you The second time; now, I am thinking whether to save you for the third time!"

After Matsubara Zhisha heard this, if he didn't know what Prince Joe meant, then he was not worthy to be called Zhisha, and said angrily, "You want me to be your warrior? Do you want me to be your master?"

"Your injury has not healed yet, but I can assure you that within three days, I will make you fully recover and force out all the poison in your bone marrow, but can you tell me, why should I save you?"

"You mean, you can make me fully recover?" Matsubara Chisa asked back.

Prince Joe nodded.

"I can assure you with the spirit of Bushido, as long as you can make me fully recover, I, Matsubara Zhisha, can do any of the three things for you!" Matsubara Zhisha said with a determined look.

"No, no, you don't seem to understand what I mean. I've already saved you twice, and your life is already mine. Whether I want to save you a third time depends on whether you want to." Willing to recognize me as the master!"

"You?" Matsubara Zhisha was angry: "Do you think that I, a Japanese, will recognize a Chinese as my master? Or do you really think arrogantly that you can control a special ninja?"

"Special forbearance? So, before you were injured, you were really a fifth-level master? You are the head of the Shura sect, not an elder, right? I remember that in Japan, the person with the highest cultivation was the head Yes!" Wang Ziqiao asked back.

"I am the head of the previous generation, and the head of this generation is my granddaughter!" Matsubara Zhisha replied.

"Matsubara Zhisha, if you want to stand up again and restore all your cultivation, you must promise me a few conditions. First, recognize me as the master and be my prince Joe's servant; second, always put yourself As a dead person, from now on, there will be no such person as Matsubara Chisa in the world; third, my order is above everything else!"

While Wang Ziqiao was speaking, spiritual power was released from those eyes, like a lion, suppressing Matsubara Zhisha, constantly impacting his weak soul.