People are in the heavens, starting from being wanted

The whole family has their own thoughts and thoughts.

And the most unlucky ones were the employees who came to apologize to Zang Feng.

Hearing that the young master was going to question the master, he immediately panicked.

If Zang Feng went to Yongxin Company in person, it would be a disadvantage in his own affairs, and there would be big problems.

When he wanted to stop the other party, he watched a scene that made people dumbfounded.

What man?

Stop it!Which man dares to trouble the three tycoons?

In short.

Because of what happened later, he was caught off guard.

When he reacted, he hurried to catch up.

But found a very strange thing.

That Zang Feng's footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and the frequency was always the same, but no matter how he ran, he couldn't catch up with him.

even.

Zangfeng's distance suddenly near and far away, like a ghost, but also like a fairy.

The staff froze.

Who is Zang Feng?What strength?

He was afraid.

So behind that little red guy, is there such a terrifying man?

Why did he go to Yongxin Company to ask for an explanation? He was obviously going to Xingshi to question his crimes!

……

It was at this time.

In the Japanese Concession.

Dojo.

Fujita was sitting on the futon and meditating.

At this time.

Several ninjas walked in holding a dead body covered with a white cloth.

From far away, Fujita just smelled the stench that made people unbearably sick.

He frowned and opened his eyes.

Staring at the white cloth for a moment, Fujita raised his eyes and glanced at the person who came: "Let me guess, this body is not Chen Zhen."

The ninja with the black mask on his face nodded.

Only the exposed eyes can see some shades of prey.

"That's right, this is Yagyu Ichiro-kun's body, he has been dead for a while."

Fujita narrowed his eyes, stepped forward and lifted the white cloth, his face was indescribably ugly.

The body of this corpse has been soaked in water and swollen.

The charred flesh could barely be seen.

Other than that, there are no other wounds.

"Have you found out who killed it?"

"Who else could it be?" Ninja's tone was a little excited: "It must be that Chen Zhen!"

Fujita just nodded thoughtfully.

There were no knife marks or bullet holes on Yagyu Ichiro's skin, so he must have died from internal injuries.

If you think about it this way, 80.00% of it is Chen Zhen's doing.

As for the rest of the Fist of Fury.

Humph.

They don't have the strength to beat Yagyu Ichiro to death.

Fujita just closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then he said in a low voice: "First Huo Yuanjia, and now Chen Zhen, a vulgar martial artist, it is impossible to hinder the footsteps of our empire."

One of them, the leader of this group of ninjas, is named Yagyu Koizumi, and both Yagyu Ichiro and Yagyu Ichiro are ninjas from the Yagyu clan. It’s our ninja sect’s negligence, as the sect master has explained, neither Chen Zhen nor the Jingwu sect will survive.”

Hear his promise.

Fujita squinted at him with a pair of cold eyes: "If you fail again, then go back to the Imperial Pension!"

"Hi!!"

Just when Yagyu Koizumi was about to leave with his subordinates.

"The chief coach of the Black Dragon Club has come to Shanghai!"

Yagyu Koizumi was stunned for a moment, and immediately, a flash of decisiveness flashed in his eyes, and he led people away in a hurry.

Chapter 292 Ripped Face

When Yagyu Koizumi was planning to take revenge on Fist of Fury and Chen Zhen.

Zang Feng has arrived at the Chaozhou Guild Hall.

Perhaps he had guessed this a long time ago, the master sat in front of a chopping board with a cup of tea, waiting quietly.

The door opens.

Hearing the movement, the master served another cup of tea, and poured half of it slowly.

Then he stood up, smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "Young Master Zang, are you here? Please sit down."

A set of actions that flow smoothly.

Cang Feng couldn't help feeling emotional while watching.

It is indeed an old fritters who have been messing around.

This calmness is really unusual.

Even in the previous few worlds, there were almost no people like Master.

but.

He may have misunderstood something, if facing anyone else, Master's tricks can play a good role.

At least it can make the other party be careful.

But for Zang Feng, this small action is extremely boring.

He sat across from the master with a sneer: "Master is so elegant, why is he still drinking tea here?"

The master slowly put down the teacup: "Young Master Zang, don't get angry. I've already sent someone to the scene to investigate. No matter who the murderer is or whether your cousin is still alive, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer tomorrow!"

"Master." Zang Feng picked up the teacup with a sneer, stared at the celadon pattern on it, and said playfully.

"It was you who wanted to make friends with me at the beginning. Although I asked Hong San to join Yongxin, he disappeared after only one day. Isn't this somewhat inappropriate?"

Is this asking yourself to blame the teacher?

Master shook his head helplessly.

It seems that the son of this newspaper office has not yet understood his status.

When he is needed, he can be Yongxin Company, or even a friend of the three tycoons.

But when you don't need it, it's just a trash that can be thrown away.

If it continues, I can't help but throw him away.

Looking at Zang Feng with wise eyes, the master shrugged his shoulders: "Young Master Zang, you don't know about this. I didn't want Hong San to take this mission."

"He came to beg me. I have already told him that this task is very dangerous. He still wants to go. What can I do?"

"Of course, because he is your cousin, it is impossible for me to watch him get killed, so I handed over the personal dagger to him, but..."

It's not that our Yongxin Company wanted him to die, but your cousin did it himself.

I also gave him the means to save his life, with utmost benevolence and righteousness.

If this is already the case, and you still can't accept it, then this friend doesn't have to do it.

Zang Feng raised his eyebrows: "Master, from your tone, it seems that you knew that this mission would be dangerous?"

The master's smile froze.

Unexpectedly, Zang Feng found a loophole in this.

It seems that the son of this newspaper is very sharp.

Then he said calmly, "Young Master Zang, you just came back from studying abroad, so you don't know anything. Recently, our Yongxin Company had a little friction with the stereotyped party in the British Concession."

"The goods delivered this time are very special, so I have a guess that the stereotyped party will send people to intercept the goods."

Zang Feng sneered inwardly.

This old fox wants to use himself to hold a gun.

Plant the seed that this matter may be done by the stereotyped party in the heart of a newspaper owner's son.

As long as I mention it when I go home out of curiosity, the newspaper will definitely report the matter with embellishment.

By the time.

Collectors will become the target of the stereotyped party's revenge.

And the public's public opinion on the stereotyped party will also be reduced.

Yongxin Company reaps the benefits of being a fisherman.

It's just a pity that his wishful thinking will eventually fail.

I am the one who knows the plot!

Zang Feng squinted his eyes and looked at the master: "So that's the case, this is really the first time I've heard of it."

Master smiled.

almost.

After a while, add another fire, and this matter will be completed.

As long as the "Stupid Party Party Kills Yongxin Company Employees" can be published in the newspapers.

Guaranteed to disgust the group of people in the British Concession.

But then.

Hearing Zang Feng's next sentence, the master couldn't laugh anymore.

"Let me guess, how many people do you have to deliver the goods, eight, right?"

"Master, if it was really a valuable item, wouldn't you just send a few people there?"

The master paused for a moment, then shook his head with a smile and said, "Young Master Zang, I didn't expect you to be quite humorous. You don't need to guess the word Zhang Fugui told you."

Zhang Fugui, of course, was the employee who had been notified earlier.

Hearing the master's words, Zang Feng said with a half-smile: "Master, after all, my family runs a newspaper office. I can still know some things that others don't know."

"In the past few days, eight foreigners have disappeared in the French Concession. You should have some clues, right?"

The smile on Master's face disappeared completely, and he squinted his eyes at Zang Feng.

Opened his mouth, just about to speak.

At this moment, the young man on the opposite side stretched out his hand and made a silent gesture.

Then he continued: "Let me guess again, those eight people were [invited] to come to Yongxin Company."