Kikyo and I are of one mind

"Who asked you this? I mean, are there any masters, bodyguards, guards, etc.! I'm afraid it's not easy for the second-in-charge son to survive after hurting his initials?"

ps: Regarding the disease of muscle dissolution, people who like to exercise don’t need to worry too much. In fact, people who exercise regularly are not prone to muscle dissolution. Myolysis.For example, a person who is usually a dead house, is suddenly chased by someone with a knife and slashed for more than a dozen blocks, and then he may suffer from myolysis, while a person who often runs will not have any problems if he is chased for [-] blocks.

Of course, there must be a degree in everything, like the training methods in Hokage and Dragon Ball, without extraordinary abilities, the human body really can't handle it.

Chapter 282 Are the French so rigid?

Feng Xue's gaze swept Fatty Zhang back and forth, waiting for him to say a familiar or unfamiliar name.

It has been a while since he came to this world, but apart from the realistic background of the times and a little kung fu element that violates the common sense of martial arts, he has not found the slightest clue to prove the essence of this world.

However, just when he was trying to hear a coquettish name like "Emerald Society", he heard Fatty Zhang give him a reasonable and unexpected answer——

"That kid has two pullers by his side, both of whom are good at foreign guns. I heard that his father hired him from the army. Before the young man with a red stick could make a move, he One got shot."

"This is French?" Feng Xue looked at Fatty Zhang with a strange expression. If Germans or Japanese made such a move, he could understand it, but it was really difficult for him to connect the image of shooting at a disagreement with the image that only women, short men or foreigners can win under the leadership of the impression.

But soon, he remembered that now, the First World War had just ended.

France, like flower growers, was a defeated country called a victorious country in World War I (no derogatory meaning, it is true). At the Paris Peace Conference, a conference held in France, the French sacrificed a generation and spent all their treasury savings. From a lending country to a debtor country, they did not receive corresponding compensation from the perspective of the interests of the United Kingdom and the United States.

But now, not long after the Paris peace conference, the American plan to aid Europe has not yet started, the French have not yet broken their hearts, and the franc has not fallen to nothing (it only started to depreciate wildly during World War II). French businessmen have not yet realized the seriousness of this war. They still have the pride of the victorious country and the main force of World War I.

It can be said that during this period of time, the French, especially French businessmen with military backgrounds, were definitely one of the most arrogant and domineering groups.

Although I was a little disappointed that I didn't get the information I wanted, but for this mission, Feng Xue planned to continue.

After all, daring to kill Wai Nuo Kern, this alone can overshadow the huge reputation he earned before.

"To what extent? The whole family will die, or will it take a life? If you just have a broken leg or something, you can find someone else, and my sword will be sacrificed."

"Of course, of course, the second head of the family has said that it's not a disaster for the family, and it's enough to kill that kid, but if you do it more brutally, it will save him from jumping around."

Fatty Zhang imitated a sinister tone, repeating the words of the second master, and after finishing speaking, he took out three gold bars from his arms and put them on the table:

"This is the deposit. After the matter is completed, this amount."

Fatty Zhang didn't say anything like don't leave the beginning and the end. Judging from the resume of the rising man in front of him, he knew that this man knew the market.

"There are three fishes for the deposit... You don't want to kill it after the deal is done, do you?" Feng Xue weighed the "little yellow croaker" in her hand, and the corner of her mouth curled up in a playful arc.

But Fatty Zhang didn't dare to take this as a joke, and immediately said with a smile:

"How can it be? It's a matter of personal knowledge of who did it, but the masters above have to have something to say, you understand?"

"Okay, I'll take this job." Feng Xue slapped the three small yellow croakers on the table, and Fatty Zhang immediately took out a brown paper bag and handed it over:

"The plate has been stepped on for you, can you see what is missing?"

Feng Xue didn't say anything like "you can handle things with confidence", opened the paper bag, read it carefully, then nodded and said:

"Three days."

……

"Go home after get off work,

The life of social animals is so peaceful and unadorned,

Eating a sandwich by myself is like being on vacation,

The schedule and taste are not bad,

My favorite is the Mona Lisa.

and her in the pocket. "

Humming a light tune, Snow walked under the moonlight of the French Concession. As the most prosperous area in East Asia in this era, it seemed that all the prosperity of the world gathered here.

A man in a suit and leather shoes leads a young woman in a revealing cheongsam, and the wanton swaying of banknotes is full of the charm of luxury.

And just across the road from their unwillingness, some disheveled beggars are huddling in the corner, trying to use the residual temperature on the wall to survive the cold night.

Thinking that half a year ago, she was still one of those beggars, Feng Xue's mood became a little complicated.

In fact, to be honest, his life is actually quite good now, except for the absence of the Internet, there is only that figure that haunts him in his dreams.

Sometimes he also wonders if it would be better to just live here until the clue jumps out by itself, but the kite string of Kikyo still holds him in the end, preventing him from truly letting himself go.

"I hope that after killing this Frenchman, a familiar character can emerge."

Thinking of this, Feng Xue stopped the tune in her mouth, popped out a silver dollar and threw it to the doorman who was about to block the way at the door, got into this top ten nightclub in the French Concession, and sat down at a random seat, Listening to the classic "Night Shanghai", I became more and more certain in my heart that this world is definitely not the real world.

If you want to ask why, because although the song Ye Shanghai often appeared in the movies and TV dramas of the Republic of China, it was actually released in 47.

"Sir, do you want to dance?" The sweet-looking cheongsam dancer saw that Feng Xue didn't bring a female companion, and immediately came over. Although she was not too cold for the makeup of this era, her sweet and greasy voice was still pleasant to hear.

"Give me some wine and fruit plate." Feng Xue waved his hand, and casually threw a silver dollar to the dancing girl. He wanted to imitate the behavior of Shanghai tycoons throwing money at nightclubs in old movies, but these days, there are no such large denomination coins to give. He sprinkled.

Although she was a bit disappointed not to receive the "order", the dancer also knew that the customers who could come here to spend were not the ones who could stalk.

Watching the dancer leave quickly, Feng Xue's eyes swept across the ballroom wantonly. There are many crooked nuts in this area, but in Feng Xue's eyes, most of the crooked nuts are similar in appearance. After a long while of distinguishing, they finally found the target through a Chinese translator.

ps: In order to take care of students who don’t understand history, here’s a word. During the First World War, France wiped out a generation, exhausted its savings for a hundred years, and owed a large foreign debt to Britain and the United States.

But after the First World War, France did not receive compensation commensurate with their sacrifices, and in order to check and balance France, Britain and the United States saved Germany at the Paris peace conference (Germany still had the potential for war in World War II thanks to this), and then later, the United States issued a plan to aid Europe, and it was Germany that assisted (because it wanted to recover the war indemnity)!Is this shit something that humans can do?

That's why I say that France, like China, belonged to the defeated country called the victorious country in World War I (I don't need to say more about the humiliation of Paris and the flower growers?).

So to be honest, France surrendered at the speed of light in World War II. Although it is shameful and shameful, I don’t think it is strange at all. The industrial area was destroyed by the Blitz, there is not enough financial reserves, the country is small and there is no room for maneuver, and the teammates sold it not long ago. Don't let yourself go, this shit doesn't vote, waiting to be sold again?

I'm not saying that France's surrender is justified, but that the British and American teammates are really inappropriate.

Well, Britain and the United States have always been well-known for being inappropriate...

Chapter 283

"Charles... I always feel that this name is a bit weird for a tall man..." Looking at the French youth who was at least 1.9 meters tall in the distance, Feng Xue grinned without talking nonsense.

Although he has locked on the target, he only needs to hook his fingers, and the young man will become a corpse, but that doesn't quite fit his "Quick Sword" character design.

After all, the reputation of using a sword so fast that people can't see it, and using other means to assassinate secretly, the two reputations give people a completely different feeling.

The former gives people the impression of a powerful fighter, but for those masters, they will regard this as flattery, and are confident that they can see the opponent's sword clearly.

The latter, on the other hand, gives the impression that he is an assassin whose methods are difficult to understand. If you don't know how he moves, fear will inevitably arise in your heart. Once a master has fear, their approach is usually very simple, that is, Erase the source of their fear.

This sounds contradictory, but the way of thinking of warriors is like this. In the face of positive challenges, they dare to accept and are willing to bet on life and death. This is the integrity of warriors.

But they have a different attitude when facing the ghost tricks of assassination.

Feng Xue's hard power is not enough, but he needs fame, so he chose this way of publicity. Therefore, he can't cut the French youth into Lego blocks with a distance of more than ten meters, but make a tabletop——

After all, it's just a dance floor, and it's no secret that he came to kill Shire (at least the second boss and Fatty Zhang know), and there are so many passers-by around, unless he kills them all, the play that should be performed still has to be done. play.

He quietly watched the young man seduce the dancer and step onto the dance floor, then he stood up, shook his cuffs lightly, and walked towards the dance floor.

His movements were so obvious that the two bodyguards beside the young man had already put their hands in their pockets, obviously wanting to draw their guns.

However, Feng Xue didn't stop because of this. With the dim background of the dance floor and the lights above her head constantly emitting light pollution to cover her face, Feng Xue swaggered within seven steps of the young man named Charles.

Although shooting in such a crowded dance hall could easily cause riots, the person in front of him had already shown an obvious abnormality, and the two bodyguards immediately drew their guns and took aim.

There is a saying that is good, the gun is fast at seven steps away, and the gun is accurate and fast within seven steps.

But at this moment, all of this seemed to have become a joke. At the moment when the two were about to say warning words, a unique cold light of metal blades flashed in front of their eyes, followed by severe bone-cutting pain.

Both palms fell to the ground together with the pistol, and then there was a gunshot——

The falling pistol misfired, and the dance floor was in chaos.

Although the two bodyguards each lost a hand, they still maintained their professionalism. One of them got up and rushed to his protected object, trying to make a last effort, while the other lay on the ground, trying to pick up the dropped weapon.

But in just this short moment, the young man had already gone away, and he rushed to the bodyguard who was protecting him, but he felt that his whole body was already soaked.

Before he threw the young man down, he had already turned into a pile of rotten meat.

The strong smell of blood exploded on the dance floor, and the already panic-stricken passers-by became more and more terrified. Stampedes happened one after another, but Feng Xue shook her hands and left the dance hall without any regrets.

Seeing Feng Xue's leaving back, the few people who almost walked out of the nightclub silently looked at the few drops of blood that he threw off on the ground. After a long while, someone said:

"Mr. Zhang, have you seen clearly?"

"Too fast, I only saw the first sword..." The man in his early fifties called Mr. Zhang shook his head. He really only saw the first sword. To be exact, he only saw a flash of cold light that accompanied Feng Xue's arm raised.

"Even you can't see clearly?" The face of the middle-aged man who asked was a little dignified, and Mr. Zhang shook his head and said:

"If it's daytime, maybe you can still see some details. There are black lights inside and those glass balls flashing around. It's good to see a little bit."

"But it's still too fast." Another younger man wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and the flickering cold light still made him a little scared.

"Old Liu, what do you see?" The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then turned his attention to the old man beside him who had not spoken. The old man thought for a while, then shook his head and said:

"I've never seen this kind of method before. The internal force of that young man's cultivation is neutral and peaceful, and his moves are very weird. There is no warning at all, but his movements are extremely fast. The most terrifying thing is that the angle of his moves completely deviates from the structure of the human body. It is obviously the most unsuitable angle for exerting force, but he insists on making him swing at a terrifying speed. And his weapon, although only a cold light is seen, judging from the trajectory, it should be something like a soft sword, and it is definitely not ordinary. If it is an ordinary sharp weapon, No matter how fast he is, he will only be stuck by the bones..."

"A magic weapon." A frenzy flashed in the youngest man's eyes, but Old Liu shook his head and said:

"Don't even think about it. This kind of weapon requires matching tricks and routines, and maybe a special physique to use it. Even if you can grab it, can you give up decades of effort to practice it from scratch for a weapon?"

"What Mr. Liu said is true." The young man nodded, and the middle-aged man who asked the question first narrowed his eyes, "Mr. Zhang, what do you think we should give him?"

"Treatment?" Old Zhang pretended to be surprised and asked back, and then said:

"Why should we treat him? He is a killer and we are employers. Isn't that enough? Pull him in and ask him to do something? Why not do murder? His kung fu is assassination kung fu, not suitable for protecting people, nor suitable for keeping hands. This kind of people should be freed.

"Old Zhang said so."

……

There were more than one family watching Feng Xue's attack. In fact, everyone with any status in Shanghai sent their subordinates to watch.

This foreign devil said he was trying to make an example of others, but in fact he was a target, a target for the various forces in Shanghai to test Feng Xue Daofeng.

It's not that Feng Xue is special, in fact, all the Jianghu people who have made a name for themselves in this area will have such a thing, no matter how strong the killer is, it is just a knife, and the quality of a knife, of course, needs to be judged by the person who uses the knife.

ps: When I was young, I heard from the older generation of my family that in the past, after those solo travelers made a name for themselves in one place, there would be such a thing. Probably a big boss gave them a job to make money. In fact, people from various local forces would secretly observe. This not only depends on strength, but also on style of conduct, conduct, etc., so some masters are not recruited, and it feels a bit like "out of the box evaluation".

Chapter 284 The Ninja of the 20s

Since he killed the Frenchman Charles, not only the tycoons in Shanghai, but even outsiders who have heard of his reputation occasionally invite him to travel far away.And Feng Xue also lived a boring daily life of killing people and dancing.

After all, there was nothing new about florists in the early 20s.

World War I has just ended, and World War II has not yet begun. Singing and dancing and starvation happened at the same time in this troubled land, which seems to be heralding the final prosperity of the Republic of China, which is going to decline before it prospers.

Snow knew very well that he could not change the world. This was a very painful realization. With his current level, he could only be a soldier if he wanted to vote for the Communist Party.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he won't vote for the Communist Party—if he hasn't found a way to go home before the catastrophe comes, even if it's just a small soldier, he plans to do it.

Even if this country is not the one he really belongs to.

After all, when people are free, they always need some small plans.

Pour yourself a cup of good tea from a certain monk's temple, Feng Xue quietly looked at the fallen leaves in the cold wind.

only……

"Bang bang bang..."

"Come in." Accompanied by Feng Xue's voice, the door automatically turned without wind, revealing the figure outside the door, raised her eyes and glanced at the person who came, Feng Xue grinned, didn't get up, and didn't care about her chubby body, just trotting He came to Feng Xue, put a kraft paper bag and ten gold bars on the table, and said with a flattering smile:

"Brother Feng, I have to trouble you again this time."

Although Fatty Zhang was at least two rounds older than Feng Xue's physical body, his brother's call was unambiguous at all, expressing the four words "flexible and stretchable" to the fullest.

"Ten pieces of gold? It seems that the goal this time is not easy?" Feng Xue took a look at the gold bars, and picked up the brown paper bag. You must know that these ten gold bars are just a deposit. With Zhang Fatty's rule of taking [-]% of the deposit first when accepting tasks, this is a big deal of [-] kilograms of gold.

"It's so simple that I won't be looking for you, is it?"

Fatty Zhang was still smiling, but Feng Xue, who had only scanned the first page, suddenly frowned and said:

"Did you forget my rules?"

"70% off for monks, [-]% off for Japanese, and board and lodging included for business trips?" Fatty Zhang asked with a grin, but Feng Xue threw the quality on the table. How many more years can he live? Just wait until he dies of old age, as for spending tens of thousands of oceans?"

"What if I tell you that this is a Japanese?" Fatty Zhang had an expression that I knew you would ask that, Feng Xue raised her eyebrows and her eyes were burning.

"This is the work of the old Cao's family. On the surface, this idea is just a local businessman. In fact, he is the leader of a neon ninja. Lu Province is the closest... Well, you should understand what I mean." Fatty Zhang said in a cryptic manner, but as a person who has only a half-knowledge about this period of history, Feng Xue can understand it.

He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, picked up the document again and read it, and then said:

"In principle, I don't want to touch the warlord's order, but since the target is the Japanese, I will take this job. The old rules are that the Japanese take [-]% and leave a gold bar. Just give me the rest when the rest is done."