Yuwen Xiongba glanced at Xiaoying, turned around and left the room.

The card he left was worth 100,000 yuan, neither too much nor too little. It allowed Xiaoying to study. As for Watanabe Suna, he had to rely on himself.

Xiaoying and Watanabe Su were both stunned on the spot, unable to believe that Yuwen Xiongba would give them money, although they didn't know how much.

"Brother, we really did something bad."

Watanabe Su looked dull and didn't say a word, with a look of regret on his face, but the thing had been done, and there was no point in regretting it.

For a long time, Watanabe Su glanced outside the house. His grandmother was still basking in the sun, and she had no idea what was happening.

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

…

When Su Yan and Yuwen Xiongba left this place, they naturally rushed all the way to Wuji Society's home base.

"Where is the base of the Wuji Society?"

"Just at the foot of Wuji Mountain."

Wuji Mountain is naturally very famous in the local area, and the lair is not a hidden place. It is magnificently built at the foot of Wuji Mountain and covers a large area.

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

Su Yan simply squinted his eyes in the car and planned to take a rest. Yuwen Xiongba naturally took over as the driver.

A few hours later, Su Yan woke up and looked outside. It was getting dark.

"Where are you?"

"We are already at the boundary of Wuji Mountain. I just asked passers-by that it is still about half an hour away from Wuji Society's home base."

"Does Wuji Club understand?"

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

"A household name?"

"Yes, this Wuji Society has many members, nearly 20,000 to 30,000 according to incomplete statistics."

Su Yan was slightly startled. With so many people in this club, it seemed that it was not simple.

"This is the largest society in Fuso. The members of the society are mixed, involving people from all walks of life, including rich and wealthy, ordinary workers and even workers. The industries involved are also dazzling, and the annual revenue is said to be hundreds of billions."

"It's incredible, it's deeply ingrained."

Yuwen Xiongba nodded and continued: "It is said that the president of Wuji Society is a strong man in the middle stage of the Grand Master."

"Mid-term." Su Yan smiled, "Why bother mentioning it."

Yuwen Xiongba wiped his sweat. The middle stage of Grandmaster was a realm he had dreamed of, but Su Yan didn't even bother to hear about it, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Sir, we're here."

The two got out of the car and looked at the palace-like buildings in front of them. They were slightly shocked. This Wuji Club was indeed rich.

…

And those men in black had already arrived at Wuji Society's lair. Naturally, their subordinates were not qualified to enter. They were respectfully guarding the door. Only the leading man entered.

The man in black followed the road, passed various verifications, and finally entered the interior of the palace.

There was no one in the palace hall at this time, only the long lamp was lit, which made people feel a little scared.

The man in black was not in a hurry and waited here respectfully without any dissatisfaction.

After a long time, a man about fifty or sixty years old, wearing a warrior robe and wearing wooden clogs, walked over.

When the man in black saw it, he immediately knelt down respectfully with his head lowered, not daring to look at the man.

The man wearing the samurai robe is Oda Shoichiro, the vice president of the Wuji Society. He is a being who is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. His realm is also in the middle stage of a master.

Oda Shoichiro looked at the man, the beard on his lips was twitching, and it was unclear whether his eyes were angry or stern, but they were very scary.

"Did you get the stuff?"

"Sir, the things are here."

The man in black respectfully held the notebook with his hands and buried his head underneath it, showing great piety and respect.

Oda Shoichiro took the notebook, opened it, looked at it, and couldn't help but nodded.

"Yoshi, you did a good job this time."

"This subordinate is doing his job well, thank you for your compliments."

"Where did this notebook come from?"

"Sir, I got this from a local young man. It seems that he also stole it from others."

"Young man, did you steal it?"

Oda Shoichiro's expression changed slightly. He originally thought that the man in black had gone through all the trouble to steal it from Tokugawa Ichiro's house, but this turned out to be the case.

In fact, he thought about it and found that it was simply impossible to start from the Tokugawa House.

"How could Ichiro Tokugawa hand over such an important thing to his subordinates?"

Oda Shoichiro was a little confused, he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it.

"My subordinates don't understand either."

"Go down."

"Yes, sir."

The man in black retreated, and there was only Oda Shoichiro in the whole hall. He was still looking through the notebook. Although he couldn't understand the words inside, he knew that this thing must be true, because there was a spiritual power on it, which was his most powerful thing.

A familiar spiritual power.

"Tokugawa Ichiro, you have been careless in Jingzhou. You have given such an important thing to your subordinates. You have been so smart in vain."

But at this time, a person came in from outside the hall. When he saw Oda Shoichiro, he knelt down and said with great respect: "Sir, there is something urgent."

"explain."

"Something happened to the Tokugawa family."

Oda Shoichiro's expression changed, and he said with slight anger: "What happened?!"

The man paused for a moment, obviously a little horrified, with an incredible expression on his face.

"The head of the Tokugawa family was killed!"

Oda Shoichiro's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at his subordinates with his eyes.

"nonsense!"

"Sir, everything my subordinate said is true. Some people have seen it with their own eyes. The members of the Tokugawa family have mostly escaped now."

Oda Shoichiro's heart tightened, and he suddenly had a bad feeling. This feeling was that notebook.

"Sir, not only that, the messenger of God was also killed!"

Oda Shoichiro almost collapsed in his chair. The news was like a thunderbolt, making his legs tremble with fear.

Both of the two great masters who were at the peak of their later stages died. This must be a shocking event in Yamato. No, this is an absolutely unprecedented event even in Fuso.

"Don't make this matter public, otherwise you will be the only one asking!"

"Young understand, I will never mention it to anyone."

"Go down."

The men immediately resigned, but Oda Shoichiro's legs were still trembling. These two masters were at their peak in the later stages.

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

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

"The Sword Ancestor can't do it. He can't kill them. There must be someone else, isn't it?"

Oda Shoichiro glanced at the notebook and suddenly felt that it was a hot potato, which might very well bring disaster to the Wuji Society.
Chapter completed!