"A question?"

"One problem, one solution, and you won't suffer a loss in this business."

The bald middle-aged man blinked his small eyes and said, "Excuse me."

Qu Yong touched the melon seeds on his head and said with a smile: "Is it true that when people reach middle age and think too much about things, they tend to go bald? I see that most of the government officials on TV are like this."

"Ah?" The bald middle-aged man thought of a hundred questions, but he didn't expect Qu Yong to ask such a question. He was stunned, touched his bald head, and said with a smile: "Hehehehehe."

Qu Yong said: "I ask you yes? Or no?"

The bald middle-aged man couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but looking at the other person's serious expression, he could only reply: "Yes."

"Okay." Qu Yong smiled, handed over the knife, then stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said: "In that case, these all belong to you."

"Thanks."

"You are welcome."

The bald middle-aged man greeted a few strong young men. They got off the car and quickly loaded the coffin into the van. He himself held the knife and hurried away.

After waiting for a long time, Qu Yong said slowly: "I didn't expect that they would really spend a lot of money to buy back the body of this ninja, but if they knew that the person in the coffin was not a corpse, I would really like to see it.

What were their expressions like at that time?"

"Hey... no wonder the old saying goes, there is no businessman without a treacherous one. This bald man is definitely not a businessman. He believed it when he saw a knife, and actually took away the coffin without inspecting it at all. That's fine, I'll go and see it too.

look."

While he was talking, Qu Yong had already walked into a remote uninhabited alley. He carefully took out a bottle of water-like stuff from his pocket and sprinkled a little on his palm. With a movement of his heart, the Laogong point in his palm turned red.

It was so hot that water steamed from the palms of my hands. Then I gently rubbed it on my face, and slowly pulled off a human skin mask. Suddenly I turned my hand and put on a ferocious bronze mask.

.

Then there was only a "crackling" sound from the bones all over his body, like the sound of frying beans. After the sound, his figure had completely transformed into a different person.

This man turned out to be a copper-faced man.

So where is the real Qu Yong?

Where is he going?

He is in the coffin. There is not just a corpse in the coffin. There is also a person hidden under Muramasa's body, namely Qu Yong. If you want to know who is the person behind this ninja, the best way is to follow the corpse.

Go back together.

Qu Yong also suggested tracking the other party's whereabouts after selling the body, but the copper-faced man denied it because neither of them was a driving expert. If they wanted to follow the other party without being discovered in a territory like Tokyo, this would require a lot of experience.

Only spies who have undergone rigorous training can do this.

So Qu Yong hid in the coffin, trying to hide the truth. Originally, they spread nine layers of sheets under the body, and then Qu Yong hid in the secret compartment under the sheets, hoping to avoid detection, but he didn't know that the other party didn't know.

Check it, take it and go.

This can also be seen that the other party is actually not a professional.

Now that Qu Yong has been taken away, the copper-faced man also jumped and disappeared without a trace. Super search in other world.

Qu Yong was lying in a dark and small room, curled up, not even daring to move. As long as he moved, people outside would definitely notice him, and he tried his best to lower his breathing. He hid himself very well.

But as long as a master of Huajin or above listens attentively, there is still a high chance of discovering a living person in the coffin.

Along the way, there was little communication in the van. He tried his best to draw the route of the van in his mind. It must be said that Qu Yong's brain was very useful. He first memorized the traffic map of Tokyo.

Now I am simulating the route of the van in my mind.

The vehicle gradually left Wendong District, and it seemed that the traffic jam was no longer as bad as it was at the beginning. It should be heading towards the suburbs. Qu Yong gradually frowned in the car. He found that this walking route was a bit familiar.

, he seemed to have passed by.

"This seems to be the route that the copper-faced man took me to challenge Tingshui Dojo that day. Could it be that the person behind this is Isaki Osamu?"

The sun is blazing in the sky, on the outskirts of Tokyo, two sycamore trees outside Tingshui Dojo are dancing in the wind.

Under this tree, there were actually four men standing. Each of them had a white band tied on their forehead, with a red sun in the middle of the band. They looked solemn and silent.

It's like waiting for something, but also like mourning something.

If anyone in the Japanese martial arts world sees this scene, they will definitely be surprised, because these four men are currently the great masters of the four major schools of Japanese karate Kyokushin-ryu, Wado-ryu, Keto-ryu, and Goju-ryu.

What are the four great masters waiting for?

They waited for a body all morning.

Finally, a tall, thin and sinister man spoke: "Isaki-kun, that man you are talking about, does he really have a demon sword in his hand?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhongshan!" Izaki opened and closed his lips and teeth like iron, and said: "The demon sword in this man's hand, even if it is me, will be defeated within ten moves. If he uses the unique skill of drawing the sword, 90% of the chance will be defeated."

Defeat me with one strike."

The tall and thin man was none other than Yuma Nakayama of the Kyokushin style. He continued: "Such a ninja was defeated by the copper-faced man. What should we do? Is it God who wants to punish us?

Does Japanese martial arts matter to me?"

"Yeah, what should we do?" A slightly shorter man next to him, who looked like a winter melon, also sighed.

"Zhongshan-kun, Satake-kun, please be patient for a moment." The last man said with a hawk-nosed and broad-mouthed look and deep eyes, "Since Izaki-kun has invited us here, he naturally has a way to deal with the copper-faced man.

Already."

"That's what Fujii-kun said." Izaki Shudao: "I invite you all to come here. It is true that we have something to discuss, but in any case, we should wait until Muramasa-kun's body is brought here."

"All right."

The four of them suppressed their patience and continued to wait.

Finally, after a long time, a silver van roared up, braked suddenly and stopped in front of the four great masters. A bald middle-aged man jumped out of the car, holding a sharp and dazzling Japanese sword in his arms.

At this moment, Izaki Osamu's heart sank to the bottom. He was very sure that the demon sword Muramasa was dead, otherwise he would not be able to hand the Muramasa sword, which was more important than his own life, into the arms of others.

"Thank you for your hard work, Kino-kun."

The bald man was called Konohei Yasuhei. He quickly ran nine steps in front of the four great masters, suddenly stopped, then arranged his clothes, swung the Muramasa sword horizontally, held it respectfully with both hands, and then walked up.

He said solemnly: "Kangping has brought Master Muramasa back."

"good."
Chapter completed!