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"Yes, even if it is the power of the whole country, we must get rid of him!"

A white-faced middle-aged man on the left side of the desk also clenched his fists and sternly shouted, "His existence has caused us great troubles. If this continues, when his influence develops, I am afraid It will affect the economic lifeline of our country!"

While speaking, he squinted and glanced at Tokugawa who was aside, and said with a sarcasm, "It's ridiculous to say that a little He Jiarong has such a great ability. We have dealt with him for so long, but we have been using him. Helpless, if this spreads out, I'm afraid we will become the laughing stock of the world!"

Obviously, there is some disagreement between him and the Sword Master League represented by Tokugawa.

"We have become the laughing stock of the world!"

The person next to him also sneered and agreed, and looked at Tokugawa sarcastically, "special institutions around the world are not fools. Even if we don't admit that it is Miyazawa published in the newspaper, they are all clear in their hearts! Master of Kendo!" As the top samurai organization in our country, the mission is really outstanding!"

When Tokugawa on the side heard these words, his face suddenly turned white and pale, and he was very ugly. The man in the middle of the conference table nodded, arched his body and apologized, "This time it is the mistake of our Kendo Master League! In fact, with Miyazawa's ability, we shouldn't miss it this time! It's just that we all know that He Jiarong is very cunning and insidious. I think Elder Miyazawa probably fell into a trap set by He Jiarong in advance, which led to his death in the summer!"

"What are you doing with so many excuses! If you and President Hasegawa can't carry the Sword Master League, I advise you to hurry up and give up your position!"

The white-faced man said in a deep voice, but at the second half of the sentence, his voice suddenly became a little lower, and he looked at a white-haired old man in a kimono who was sitting across the table at the top right of the conference table.

He is Hasegawa, the leader of the Sword Master League.

At this time, Hasegawa was holding his hands and closing his eyes, just like an ordinary old man.

But after hearing the white-faced man's words, his eyes suddenly opened, his eyes full of murderous intent, like two sharp arrows shot out, so sharp, scared the opposite white-faced man could not help but shake his body. His back was covered with cold sweat.

"If Minister Imai wants to take over the Sword Master League, then I can completely give up my seat!"

Hasegawa said in a flat tone, "I just don't know if He Jiarong sneaks into our door, the pampered Minister Imai can withstand a few palms!"

"I'm afraid Mr. Imai will be scared to pee his pants by then!"

Tokugawa echoed coldly.

The white-faced man named Imai had a pale face, and his heart was very angry, but he dared not speak.

"Okay, don't make a noise!"

The man in the middle of the conference table said solemnly, "The most important thing now is to unanimously, get rid of He Jiarong!"

As he said, he turned his head and looked at Hasegawa, and said solemnly, "Chairman Hasegawa, from now on, I ask He Jiarong to be directly responsible for you!"

"Hey!"

Hasegawa immediately stood up, nodded respectfully at the man in the middle of the conference table, and said solemnly, "Please rest assured, if you can't get rid of He Jiarong, Hasegawa is willing to kill himself!"

...

But Lin Yu, who was far away in Qinghai, didn't know that the entire East Ocean had listed him as the country's number one enemy.

However, over the years, he has no idea how many people are listed as the number one enemy, so even if he does, I am afraid he doesn't care at all.

Seeing the news constantly being broadcast in the major media, he could also guess the pressure that Toyo and the Sword Master League were under these days, and he was in a good mood.

After three or four days, Lin Yu's internal injury improved, but it improved much more slowly than expected.

Although he was able to walk independently, his chest was still suffocated from time to time, and he couldn't move at all.

But now that the operation has been resumed, Lin Yu wanted to return to Beijing and asked a hundred people to book a flight back to Beijing on their mobile phones.

The thought of being able to go back to see Jiang Yan, see his family, and be able to accompany Jiang Yan to give birth together, he was unspeakably excited and excited.

Bairentu ordered everyone's tickets in turn, but when it was Lin Yu's turn, he saw the ticket booking failure message popped up on his phone, his expression changed slightly, and then he tried a few more times, but still failed. , His face was a bit gloomy for a while, he turned around and said to Lin Yu on the sofa, "Sir, I don't know why, your ticket has not been booked, and the information is always displayed incorrectly!"

"Could you not enter the correct ID number?"

Lin Yu looked up at him with some doubts.

"No, your information is always saved on my phone!"

Bai Rentu said hurriedly, and then handed the phone to Lin Yu.

Lin Yu took the phone and saw that there was no problem with the identity and other information, and he couldn't help being a little suspicious. After trying several times, he still couldn't place an order. The screen kept popping up with incorrect information.

Lin Yu frowned involuntarily, with a bad premonition in his heart, and then immediately switched to booking train tickets, and it was the slowest green leather car, but just like before, there were still four words that jumped out: information mistaken!