The Genius

They had a good conversation, laughter echoed in the backyard, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

The four members of the imperial sword Association, who were brought in early by the foreman, looked embarrassed and looked at Liuchuan Weiyang and Mrs. Dai chatting in the pavilion.

They have been waiting for more than an hour, Liuchuan Weiyang also saw them, but did not let them in the past.

The four were a little upset, but after thinking for a while, they held back and continued to wait quietly.

After waiting for another half an hour, Liuchuan still ignored them. They looked at each other and finally made a decision. He hesitated to approach the pavilion.

"Madam, Mr. Liuchuan!"

At the end of the conversation between Mrs. Dai and the Oriental man, the four people near the pavilion took the opportunity to say hello with respectful expression: "good afternoon."

Mrs. Dai nodded to the four friendly, but did not speak, just tasted the tea gracefully in front of them.

Liuchuan Weiyang picked up the teacup, glanced at the four people and said faintly: "did your imperial sword act last night? How's it going? "

"Twenty one people, including President Wuteng, were all killed."

A oriental woman stepped forward, with an indescribable shame on her face: "only we who let the wind out survived."

"The president asked us to come and tell Mr. Liuchuan the specific situation, so that you can have a better reference."

"Waste!"

Liuchuan Weiyang snorted coldly: "Ye Tianlong and Song zhu had a fight. Now they are seriously injured. Why can't they kill him?"

"It's a waste of Mrs. Dai's efforts. Do you want to give me a reference? What do you refer to? Refer to your failures? "

His black clothes rustled in the wind, and the dark clouds in the sky made his face flicker.

His voice is not big, but the howling cold wind can not cover: "Katsuko taketo is a fool, Ono has also been confused."

"When will it be his turn to refer to me?"

Four members of the imperial sword Association felt their hearts beating with the rhythm of Liuchuan Weiyang's words.

"Don't be angry, Mr. Liu Chuan. They've tried their best," Mrs. Dai said with a smile

Ye Tianlong escaped another disaster. Mrs. Dai is very sorry, but it also inspires her to fight against Ye Tianlong by any means.

"Did you do your best?"

Liuchuan Weiyang glanced at the four members of the imperial sword Association and joked: "do you think they did their best?"

"If you don't struggle to die with Ye Tianlong and have time to escape to the West Lake for refuge, you really deserve your responsibilities. You are a group of losers."

"It's better to have 21 dead. With less waste, the quality of Toyo will be better and resources will be more abundant. Waste is not worthy of sharing."

He finished the cup of tea: "it seems that Ono is really old. All the people he raised are full of wine and rice bags. There is not enough success, but more failure. After hearing these words, the four members of the Huangdao Association look rather ugly. If their masters teach them such a lesson, they can still accept it.

After all, he would work hard for the imperial sword, but Liuchuan Weiyang's reprimand was a bit too much.

Although he is a top swordsman in Toyo and a member of the Shimizu family, he is still not qualified to trample on their dignity in this way.

In particular, Liuchuan Weiyang even Ono also scolded, which made them feel a shame.

"Mr. Liuchuan, you can humiliate us, but you can't humiliate our president."

A Japanese woman looked at Liuchuan Weiyang: "Mr. Ono is still your elder, you have no right to slander him!"

"Although the operation failed last night and miss taketo was lost, we are not deserters. There are follow-up arrangements for the Huangdao Association."

"The four of us came to Xihu city. First, we listened to Mr. Ono's instructions and told Mr. Liuchuan the situation, so that you could have a better response."

Although we know that Liuchuan Weiyang is a strong Japanese, the members of the imperial sword association do not want to be humiliated by him, so the argument is very fierce:

"the second is to avoid the pursuit of Ye Tianlong, so as not to pull more people out of us. We are not afraid of death."

Liuchuan Weiyang sneered: "waste is waste, there are so many reasons?"

"Toyo is too much of your waste, so it lowers the quality of Toyo."

"Although Ono is a little better than you, he has made a royal sword club, but he is still a waste. Otherwise, how could he be bullied so miserably?"

Mrs. Dai passed a trace of banter, but soon disappeared. After the breakthrough of martial arts, it is said that even Wolverine and death don't pay attention to this guy.

He directly identified himself as qiuxiaozi of Wakayama, and determined that he would be the first top ten product expert of Toyo before he was 40 years old.

So, just like Ono and the imperial sword Association, how can Liuchuan Weiyang look up to it?

However, Mrs. Dai didn't say much. In her opinion, the more proud Liuchuan Weiyang is, the better. In this way, the crazier he is to deal with Ye Tianlong.

After hearing that Liuchuan Weiyang humiliated himself and his organization, the three men of the imperial sword association were indignant and vehement"Mr. Liuchuan, you were a ruffian and a scoundrel at the beginning. The lowest level rubbish is not much more noble than us."

"Also, don't forget that you used to drink the porridge of Huangdao club. Without our alms, you would have starved to death in the street."

Huangdao society is a legal underworld approved by the government. In addition to fighting and killing, it also needs to respond to the government from time to time to do some good deeds.

One winter, when the temperature was extremely cold, Huangdao would open all the halls as porridge spots according to the instructions, so as to improve the heat of white porridge for those in need.

At that time, Liuchuan Weiyang was a refugee. He had drunk a lot of porridge from Huangdao club. Therefore, members of Huangdao Club felt that Liuchuan Weiyang was ungrateful just now.

"Presumptuous!"

Hearing the teasing of the members of the imperial sword Association, Liuchuan Weiyang's eyes flashed. His body seemed to fly out of the wind.

A flash of cold light!

Before the four members of the imperial sword association could react, they fell backward. The blood arrows from their throats were as bright as fireworks.

They fell to the ground, looking at Liuchuan Weiyang, look shocked, and then head a crooked death.

"When..."

It's the sound of Ray's returning to the sheath, but no one can see when Ray came out of the sheath and stabbed.

Mrs. Dai's gesture of pouring tea is also slightly stagnant. It's obvious that Liuchuan Weiyang's strength is beyond her expectation again, but it also makes her eyes clearer.

Liuchuan Weiyang's bullet flew away, his fingers smeared with blood, and he looked at several people behind him and said, "Yamaki, I hope you don't let me down..."

Three men in black fell to their knees with a plop: "we must live up to the trust of Mr. Liuchuan."

"Hum!"

A thunder just in time, bean big rain break the sky and fall.

It's raining!

Ten minutes later, four bags were carried out from the back of the club. A pickup truck pulled over, jumped off four people, picked up the bags and threw them into the car.

Opposite a teahouse, a pair of eyes slowly lit up, staring at the four blood stained bags