People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"Master Fang...?" Zhang Benren was shocked, and a trembling sensation surged through his body.

"Yes..." Xiao San nodded: "That's why Master asked us to protect him."

"Master Fang...is in Tokyo?"

"Yes, Master saw him a few days ago."

Zhang Benren stood there in a daze as if he had been struck by lightning.

My blood and energy are churning, my mind is in turmoil, what should I do? What should I do?

A feeling of death and suffocation that he had not experienced in many years suddenly approached Zhang Benren.

I actually offended Master Fang unintentionally.

Although it did not cause any consequences, it did violate that person's taboo.

It is impossible for the mistress to lie to herself and make up such a character.

How come he is in Tokyo? How come this Jin Meiting is his person?

What to do? How to make up for it?

"Mr. Zhang?" A killer nearby looked at Zhang Benren who was standing there in a daze, questioning him.

When Zhang Benren heard his name being called, he turned his head impatiently.

A shocking momentum soared into the sky.

Raise both hands flat, put your palms together and push out.

Silently.

'puff puff'

'puff puff'

With these light palms pushed out, these unsuspecting killer "colleagues" all vomited blood mist as if they were hit by a huge force.

He stared at Zhang Benren with wide eyes and disbelief, then fell down staggeringly.

His limbs were paralyzed and his life or death was unknown.

"Xiao San, I'm going to find your master. You stay here and take care of these things." Zhang Benren said sternly, "Also, protect Jin Meiting. There are more people coming later, not just these people. Don't let anything go wrong."

Xiao San was stunned when he heard this. It sounded as if this uncle-in-law was the one who came to protect this place, while he seemed to be just doing odd jobs.

Before he could say anything, Zhang Benren disappeared with a whoosh.

He didn't even take his apprentice with him.

Ning Sheng stared at the situation on the field in a daze, looked in the direction where his master was leaving, and then looked at the burly man in front of him.

"Senior Brother." He said with a fist clasped.

The scene was a little awkward.

Ariake Arena in Tokyo.

Zhang Benhe looked at Shen Muli who was still energetic and waving her fists.

Young is good.

Alas, this girl finishes teaching in the morning, practices here in the afternoon and until the evening, and she doesn’t feel tired at all.

"Senior Brother." A voice called out from a distance.

Zhang Benren and several others jumped in front of Zhang Benhe.

"Is Master Fang in Tokyo?" Zhang Benren asked breathlessly.

Even he felt a little exhausted after running such a long distance on foot in one breath.

Zhang Benhe frowned at the embarrassed look of his junior fellow apprentice, and pointed at the tea on the table: "Did you meet Xiao San or Xiao Wu?"

"Xiao San." Zhang Benren drank the tea without hesitation. "Master Fang is in Tokyo. Brother, why didn't you tell me?"

"Can I say anything about Master Fang?" Zhang Benhe sneered. "Who did you assassinate? Did you offend Master Fang? If so, you should commit suicide sooner rather than later. Master has long said that with your temper, you will cause trouble sooner or later."

"Luckily, fortunately, I got the final push. If Xiao San hadn't reminded me, I would have really angered Master Fang." Zhang Benren was not angry at being scolded by Zhang Benhe. "Who would have known why Master Fang would appear in Tokyo? This Jin Meiting is just an entertainment manager who has been in the spotlight recently. How could she be Master Fang's person?"

"Hmph." Shen Muli practiced boxing with her little ears erect, listening to gossip and eating melons. When she heard about the slutty woman Jin Meiting, she couldn't help but snort.

"You are practicing your boxing but your mind is distracted. What kind of mess are you practicing, a Ryukyu woman?" Zhang Benren scolded when he heard this.

I just have a lot of anger that I can't vent.

"She is also Master Fang's person..." Zhang Benhe said expressionlessly.

"Cough... cough..." Zhang Benhe was choked by the tea and kept coughing.

Looking at Shenmuli with a stern face.

"You seem to have good talent and are well-behaved. I have a few pages of martial arts experience to give you..." Zhang Benren said seriously.

Ningsheng sat obediently in the corner, not looking around.

He was amazed by the professionalism of the senior brother named Xiaosan and this group of burly men in handling the corpses.

Xiao San looked at his junior brother, who was sitting upright, and had some feelings for him during their first meeting.

This doesn't seem like the temperament of my uncle, but rather like what he learned from my master.

"Junior brother, I hope I didn't scare you." Xiao San patted Ning Sheng's shoulder.

"Senior Brother...who is that Master Fang?" Ning Sheng shook his head and couldn't help but ask what was in his heart.

"I don't know either. Anyway, he's someone neither your master nor my master can afford to offend." Xiao San said, "Your master has hit a wall this time. I'm afraid he's scared to death."

Ning Sheng nodded, what his senior brother said was true.

I have never seen Master look so scared before.

In the dark web group.

"What's going on? Is anyone here?" the middleman's employer kept asking.

How come in just such a short time, the killers from all over the world in this group seemed to have disappeared?

[Stop yelling! I've given up on the second mission too.] Zhang Benren typed.

"Mr. Zhang, what happened? Why are you the only one speaking up? Come on, don't be so upset. Is it because you don't have enough money? The price is negotiable," the middleman said.

"I gave up when I said I would," Zhang Benren said.

[Wait, Mr. Zhang, the employer wants to talk to you in person.]

A strange question mark joined the group and asked to connect with Zhang Benren.

Zhang Benren directly clicked the red X to reject the voice link.

[Don't waste your time. I said I won't answer, so that's it. Oh, by the way, let him keep the money and save his life. He's offended the most unsuitable person in the world. This sentence counts as a deposit, and I won't refund it.]

Zhang Benren left the group.

Inside a suite at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

Jin Meiting's cell phone kept ringing.

Jin Meiting came out of the bathroom naked, with a dry towel wrapped around her hair and the water on her body still not dried.

The short purple hair has been dyed back to black.

The water droplets on the skin flowed back into small streams as he walked, along the smooth back, flat belly, into the two buttocks, and then dripped down one by one.

Jin Meiting picked up the phone and answered the call.

[President Song, what's going on?]

"Team Leader Kim, I've received intelligence that Lee Jae-yong has hired assassins from around the world and is offering a high bounty for your life. You should be careful."

[Is the Li guy here again?] Jin Meiting sneered: [I understand. Thank you, President Song. I'm not afraid of such covert tactics. However, I must not allow anything to happen to the South Korean government. My background cannot be exposed by the South Korean government. Otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with.]

"Don't worry, Team Leader Jin. I helped the president's wife escape punishment. With the magic weapon given to me by Master Fang..., the president now obeys my divinations. You will definitely be fine."

【That's good. 】

The voice call was hung up.

Jin Meiting touched the yellow talisman hanging around her neck.

It's amazing what the boss gives you.

No matter how much water is washed, it will not get wet.

Killer?

I never worried about having a boss.

I guess Lee Jae-yong is so angry that he almost died at this moment.

Jin Meiting was right.

Lee Jae-yong threw the folded Galaxy Z Fold6 in his hand to the ground.

Jin Meiting, this bitch, it's amazing that so many killers can't do anything to her.

If the major religions had not been busy with wars, they wouldn't have been able to even hire people even if they spent money.

It seems we have to start with the president.

----

Inside the apartment.

"Where did this picture come from?" Fang Zuo hugged Feng Hualian and smelled her scent.

"Don't smell it like that..." Feng Hualian pinched Fang Zuo's nose shyly and said coquettishly.

I realized that I had two new scents on me that didn't exist before.

The smell of sweat and hormones secreted by the body.

Mixed together, it is so enchanting.

Feng Hualian looked with pride at Fang Zuo's nose being pinched, breathing heavily, and then immediately covered Fang Zuo's mouth with her little hands.

Then he saw Fang Zuo's face flushed red and he looked like he was about to suffocate, and then he proudly let go of his hands.

Even though she knew the man was teasing her on purpose, she was still very happy.

Is this what love feels like?

Is it your own love?

"This is a chart I compiled of American architecture over the past few decades." Feng Hualian said softly, hooking her arm around the man's neck.

The American Daoist formation? How is this possible?

Fang Zuo was stunned.

Are there any fellow Taoists in America?

What he was thinking about was the Taoist formation master who ascended to heaven and then came back, and who had such a large business and had been operating it for decades.

But I never imagined that these buildings blooming all over Japan were built by the American troops stationed in Japan.

When will the shadow of Taoist masters be seen behind America?

Is it cooperation?

Or is it?

"What's wrong?" Feng Hualian saw the man frowning, so she hooked her neck closer and kissed him gently on the forehead.

The little hands pulled at both eyebrows, trying to smooth them out.

"Nothing." Fang Zuo shook his head.

"It's nothing, just don't frown." After Feng Hualian kissed his forehead, she lowered her head and rubbed her nose against Fang Zuo's nose: "Does it still smell like alcohol?"

"A little bit." Fang Zuo said.

"Oh, it's all your fault. I haven't even squeezed out the toothpaste yet, and you pushed me onto the sink." Feng Hualian opened her mouth and bit Fang Zuo's nose: "I'm going to take a shower and brush my teeth."

"I'm going too." Fang Zuo said as he picked up Feng Hualian.

"No, Damei." Feng Hualian put one small hand on Fang Zuo's chest and the other small hand on Fang Zuo's forehead: "You are not here to take a bath."