Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

Yuwen Xiongba glanced at Xiaoying, then turned and left the house.

The card he left was one hundred thousand yuan, not too much, not too little. It could let Xiaoying go to school. As for Watanabe Su, he had to rely on himself.

Xiaoying and Watanabe Su were stunned on the spot, and couldn't believe that Yufumi Yuba would still give them money, although they didn't know how much.

"Brother, we really did something bad."

On the other hand, Su Watanabe had a dull face without saying a word, and a look of regret on his face, but the things had been done, and regret was useless.

For a long time, Watanabe Su glanced outside the house, his grandmother was still basking in the sun and didn't know what was going on.

"They are good people, I don't think they belong to the Tokugawa family."

...

When Su Yan and Yuwen Xiongba left here, they naturally rushed all the way to the lair of Wuji Society.

"Where is the nest of Wujishe?"

"Just below Wuji Mountain."

Wuji Mountain is naturally famous in the local area, and Lao Lao is not a hidden place. It is magnificently built under the Wuji Mountain and has a large area.

Wuji Mountain is still hundreds of miles away from here, so it won't be there for a while.

Su Yan squinted his eyes in the car and planned to take a break. Yuwen Xiongba naturally drove as the driver.

After a few hours, Su Yan woke up and glanced outside, the sky gradually darkened.

"Where is it?"

"It's already in the Wuji Mountain Boundary. I asked passers-by just now that it is about half an hour away from the nest of Wuji Society."

"Does Wu Ji She understand?"

"Well, there is an introduction to it on the Internet, it is a household name in Fusang."

"A household name?"

"Yes, there are many members in this nonsense society, according to incomplete statistics, there are nearly 2 to 30 thousand."

Su Yan was taken aback for a moment. With so many people in this community, it seemed really not easy.

"This is the largest society in Fusang. The members of the society are mixed, involving people from all walks of life, including rich people, local tyrants, ordinary workers and even workers. The industries involved are also dazzling. It is said that the annual revenue is hundreds of billions."

"Unbelievable, deep-rooted, right?"

Yufumi Yuba nodded, and continued: "It is said that the president of Wu Jishe is a strong man in the middle of the master."

"Mid-term." Su Yan smiled, "Why mention it."

Yuwen Xiongba wiped his sweat. The middle stage of the Grand Master was the realm he dreamed of, but Su Yan didn't bother to listen, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"My lord, here it is."

The two got out of the car and looked at the palace-like buildings in front of them, but they were slightly shocked. This nonsense society is indeed rich.

...

And the men in black had already arrived at the Lair of Wuji Society at this time, and their subordinates were naturally not qualified to enter. They respectfully guarded at the door, and only the headed man entered.

The black-clothed man followed the road and passed through layers of verification before finally entering the interior of the palace.

There was no one in the palace hall at this time, only the long lights were on, which made people panic.

The black-clothed man was not in a hurry, and waited respectfully here, without a trace of dissatisfaction.

For a long time, a man in his 50s or 60s, wearing a samurai robe, stepped on clogs and walked over.

Seeing it, the black-clothed man immediately knelt down respectfully, with his head down firmly, not daring to look at the man.

This samurai robe is Oda Xiaoichiro, the vice-president of the Wuji Society, an existence of less than ten thousand people, and his realm is also the middle stage of the master.

Xiaoichiro Oda looked at the man, his lips and beard wriggling, he couldn't see whether he was angry or stern, but he was very scary.

"Have you brought things?"

"My lord, here's something."

The black-clothed man put the notebook with his hands respectfully, buried his head underneath, with extremely piety and respect.

Xiaoichiro Oda took the notebook, opened it, and nodded.

"Yo Xi, you did a good job this time."

"The position of the subordinate, Master Xie praised."

"Where did this notebook come from?"

"Tell your lord that this was obtained from a young local young man, and it seems that he also stole it from someone else."

"Little youth, stole it?"

Xiaoichiro Oda's face changed slightly. He originally thought that the man in black had stolen from Tokugawa Ichiro's house with great pains, but it turned out that way.

In fact, he thought for a while, it was impossible to start from Tokugawa.

"How could Tokugawa Ichiro give such an important thing to his men."

Oda Xiaoichiro was a little puzzled, but he couldn't figure it out.

"The subordinates don't understand either."

"Go down."

"Yes, my lord."

The black-clothed man stepped back. There was only Xiaoichiro Oda in the entire hall. He was still looking at the notebook. Although he couldn't read the text inside, he knew that this thing must be true because there was a spiritual power on it, which was his best. Familiar spiritual power.

"Ichiro Tokugawa, you're a careless failure of Jingzhou, and you will give you such an important thing to your subordinates. You are in vain."

But at this time, a person came in outside the hall, and when he saw Xiaoichiro Oda, he knelt down and said respectfully: "My lord, there is something urgent."

"Say."

"Something happened to the Tokugawa family."

Xiaoichiro Oda's face changed, and he said with a slight anger: "What happened?!"

The man paused for a while, obviously a little shocked in his heart, with an incredible expression on his face.

"The head of the Tokugawa family was killed!"

Oda Xiaoichiro's face suddenly changed, and his eyes stared at his hands tightly.

"nonsense!"

"My lord, what the subordinates said is true. Someone has seen it with their own eyes, and the members of the Tokugawa family have almost escaped now."

Oda Xiaoichiro's heart tightened, and he suddenly felt a bad feeling. This feeling was the notebook.

"My lord, not only that, but my lord is also killed!"

Xiaoichiro Oda almost slumped in a chair, and the news was like thunder, and his legs trembled with fright.

The two dignified masters who were at the peak of the later stage were all killed. This must be a shocking event in Yamato. No, this is an absolute unprecedented event in Fusang.

"Don't say anything about it, or you will be the only one to ask!"

"Little understands, I will never mention it to the outside world."

"Go down."

His subordinates immediately retired, and Xiaoichiro Oda's legs were still trembling, that was the existence of the peak of the two masters in the later period.

"Who can kill Tokugawa Ichiro and the envoy? Who has such a powerful ability? Is it the ancestor of the sword?"

Xiaoichiro Oda said to himself, but shook his head alone.

"Ancestor Dao can't, he can't kill them, there must be someone else, can it be!"

Xiaoichiro Oda glanced at the notebook, and suddenly felt that this is a hot potato, which is likely to bring great disaster to Wujishe.

"No, I have to notify the president immediately."