Lynch walked into the martial arts hall without hesitation.

At this time, a student wearing karate costume came towards me, stopped Lynch and Mr. Yang and said, "Sir, outsiders are not allowed to enter here. If you have anything, please tell me."

Lynch glanced at the man. He was strong and had thick calluses on his hands. He saw that he was a Jian Jiazi, and he couldn't figure out the situation here at the moment, so he turned to look at Mr. Yan.

Mr. Yang coughed twice and said, "Hello, I am the one who handed the note in the morning. It was the contact person who asked me to come here."

The martial arts student was stunned for a moment, looked at the two of them and said, "The contact person only invited one person to come here, why are there two people now?"

Mr. Yang said: "This is my friend and I have important explanations."

The martial arts student pondered for a moment and said, "I need to inform you of this situation. You can wait outside for a while now."

"Okay, I'll bother you." Mr. Yang nodded.

Lynch really didn't expect that the other party was so cautious, but he didn't say much at the moment. Whether he could see someone at this time was all up to luck.

Mr. Yang remained silent and had a cold sweat in his palm. He was wondering, if he didn't see anyone later, would Lynch feel that he was worthless and ended him directly?

However, after waiting for a while, the martial arts student went back.

"Two, please come with me." said the martial arts student.

"Thank you." Mr. Yang felt relieved and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He followed the martial arts students into the martial arts hall.

The decorations in the martial arts hall are very island-style, and they combine tea ceremony and martial arts, which Lynch did not expect.

After all, tea ceremony originated from China in the long river of history, but these islanders learned a little bit of fur and added something, and then became their own products in absurd manner.

Lynch and Mr. Yang came to the hall. The hall of the martial arts hall was extremely spacious and could be used for people to perform and fight. The wooden floor was slapped underground, and there was a huge martial arts character directly in front of it.

The second floor is a round corridor with private rooms on it. Sitting there you can clearly see everything in the hall.

The two of them were printed in the martial arts academy and sat in a private room on my second floor.

However, Lynch discovered that at this time, there were people in several private rooms on the second floor, and they were chatting and laughing.

Lynch couldn't help but say something strange: "I'll ask, are there any performances or competitions here?"

The martial arts student said: "Yes, there were some performances today. The director also invited the audience who needed a good reputation, and finally a Nakajima competition meeting will be held."

"Huadao Competition Conference?" Lynch was stunned and said, "Is it China who is competing with your island country?"

"That's right, please wait for a while and it will start soon." The martial arts student did not explain much, and after saying this, he left directly.

Mr. Yang and Lynch were both confused. They were a little confused now. What did the other party want to do?

"Mr. Yang, are you sure the other party invited you to come and was talking about the matter?" Lynch asked some questions.

"That's right, brother, how dare I lie to you?" Mr. Yang said hurriedly.

"Okay, I'll believe you for the time being, but don't let me see that you're playing tricks." Lynch could only hold his troops and see what the Blood Evil Alliance is going to do next.

"Brother, how dare I? This time, I really don't know what kind of competition they will suddenly have. Moreover, before, I contacted the people from the Blood Evil Alliance, and I could only do things in their way. I was speechless." Mr. Yang said with a grievance.

Lynch looked at Mr. Yang's expression and felt that he hadn't lie. After all, he was not from the Blood Evil Alliance, and it was normal that he was not valued.

Of course, Lynch would not be too stubborn and wanted to break his head. Since the Blood Evil Alliance was going to do this, just continue playing with them.

Soon, a waiter in a kimono came over, half-kneeled in front of the table, and began to make tea for everyone. She was the tea artist here.

The people of the island pay attention to tea ceremony. Although they have plagiarized the wisdom of China, they have a good idea.

I saw this tea artist, skillful movements, dancing with the tea leaves and teapots in his hands, which was dazzling. In less than a moment, a few pots of tea were soaked, and the fragrance was overflowing. Then she distributed it to various tables.

Finally, the tea artist bowed deeply to everyone present, revealing the snow-white collar, and said a word of island dialect.

However, there was a table of guests next to him, but they shouted in dissatisfaction: "What are you talking about? I am a Chinese and I can't understand your island dialect!"

The guests at this table were all wearing suits, but they were big and thick, with muscles tied like hills, with extremely solid body, and a face full of flesh, not like a good person.

This loud shout also shocked the tea artist. She hurriedly said in a relatively poor Chinese language: "Please use it slowly."

"Get out, ask your director to come out quickly!" the guest at the table shouted.

"Please wait, when the guests arrive, our director will come out." The tea artist finished speaking tremblingly and hurriedly left the venue.

The guest at the table next to him just snorted coldly and didn't say anything more.

Lynch noticed that most of the people invited here were Chinese, and they all seemed to have some force.

"Mr. Yang, have you seen the director here?" Lynch asked.

"I have seen it once, and it seems that it is called Taro Miyamoto!" said Mr. Yang.

"How much do you know?" Lynch asked.

"I heard that he belongs to the Miyamoto family in the island country. He has learned ninjutsu from his family since he was a child, and is proficient in a series of kung fu and other skills. I don't know his strength, but he has been instilled with the spirit of Bushido since he was a child. He should not be a minion," said Mr. Yang.

"Is he the head of the Blood Evil Alliance in China?" Lynch asked.

"Brother, I really don't know this, but I guess there are a lot of possibilities. Island countries often like to do some things that are consuming inside and outside," said Mr. Yang.

During the tea, many guests were already there.

The meeting was held at nine o'clock, and there was still a little performance at the beginning.

It is a row of geisha wearing kimonos. They wear makeup, hold various musical instruments or folding fans, and dance to the music of the island country.

After watching it for a while, Lynch and Mr. Yang felt boring. After changing the dance moves of these geisha, there were only a few of them, without any fun. Perhaps only the so-called upper-class people in the island country would think that this is art, but in the eyes of Chinese people, it is shit.

Finally, these geisha finally finished their performance. Several people wearing samurai uniforms cleaned up the scene, which should be considered as the main point.
Chapter completed!