Living with the Teacher: The Merry Student

"Do you have a plan? What do you need me to do?" Yamada Incheon asked in surprise.

"Not yet. During this period of time, you will focus on defense. As long as you keep your own territory, I will take care of the rest! You will see the effect within three days at most, and within a week at most. !” Zhuo Yifan said swearingly.

If someone else said this, Yamada Incheon would definitely scoff.But Zhuo Yifan's words came from Zhuo Yifan's mouth, so he couldn't help but believe it!

But believe it, believe it, the worries in your heart are still unavoidable!

Hearing what Zhuo Yifan said, Yamada Incheon didn't say anything more.Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a modern high-rise building. Zhuo Yifan couldn't help being curious. Could it be that the hall of the Hongdao Club is in this building?

"This building is 28 stories high, and it is our Hongdaohui's own property. This is also the headquarters of the four-member group." Yamada Incheon explained to Zhuo Yifan.

"So this is the headquarters building of the group of four!" Zhuo Yifan looked at the building in front of him with great interest, and after Yamada Yazi and others got out of the car, the group walked into the building!

In the outer wing of the Yasukuni Shrine, the priest and high priest sat on the tatami mat with a gloomy face, with a slight glint in his eyes, looking a bit hideous.The two Ren Ren standing on the side just lowered their heads and remained silent.Of the three Tennin masters, now there are only two remaining, which made the high priest very angry.

"Report to the High Priest, Beichen Pingchuan, please see me!" The door was opened, and a middle-aged man in a samurai uniform came in from the outside, and said respectfully.

"Let him come in for me!" The priest suddenly raised his head, and his face became even more gloomy.

The samurai hurriedly agreed, and then exited the room, and soon the footsteps were heard again, and the samurai led Beichen Pingchuan to the door of the room.

"Beichen Pingchuan pays homage to the priest. May I come in now?" Beichen Pingchuan stood at the door and asked for instructions respectfully.

"Come in!" The priest stared straight at Beichen Pingchuan, but said indifferently.

Beichen Pingchuan quickly took off his clogs, walked directly into the room, stood opposite the priest, and bowed respectfully again.

"Any news about that little bastard Zhuo Yifan?" the priest asked with narrowed eyes.

"Yes, Lord Priest, just now someone from Kobe City sent back a message confirming that Zhuo Yifan has arrived at Yamada's home in Incheon! Shall we tell the police the news first?" Beichen Pingchuan replied, and then asked hesitantly.

"Do you think the police can solve Zhuo Yifan? I don't care about your fight now. I know what you are thinking, but now I just want to avenge Watanabe! This time, I want Zhuo Yifan to Pay the price!" The priest snorted coldly, and two sharp lights shot out from his eyes, as if he wanted to pierce Beichen Pingchuan.

Beichen Pingchuan trembled, almost didn't kneel down on the spot, nodded quickly and agreed: "Okay, I won't tell the police, but how are you going to deal with that kid?"

"I have my own arrangements. Remember, this matter cannot be known to the police. Shintoism cannot have anything to do with Zhuo Yifan's death!" the priest warned coldly.

"Yes, Lord Priest, I understand!" Beichen Pingchuan quickly nodded in agreement.

"You can go back first!" The priest narrowed his eyes and said lightly.