"Okay, have fun, some people should be allowed to remember."
Although he said this with a smile, Molly still felt a chill.
It wasn't until she got on the plane that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After running around all night, as soon as I relaxed, sleepiness came from all directions and I fell asleep involuntarily.
She had a very strange dream, dreaming that she had become Xie Zhiqiu, holding Ye Jiuzhou's hand and walking in the sea. Suddenly Ye Jiuzhou stopped, held her face with his hand, and brought his lips together...
…
At this moment, she suddenly felt a pair of big hands touching her forehead, and at the same time, Putkeri's voice came to her ears.
"Molly, what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?"
After hearing this, she opened her eyes and realized that she had just been dreaming. For a moment, her face became even redder.
"I'm fine, I'm just a little airsick."
She muttered something quietly.
"It's okay, just look outside."
Putkeri pointed outside and said, "Have you ever seen such a big battle?"
She looked in the direction of Putkeri's finger, and her eyes widened immediately. She saw that the huge tarmac was crowded with people, old and young, and some of them were holding banners that read:
Welcome home.
"These people are all here to pick up Mr. Ye? Isn't that too exaggerated?"
She couldn't help but stick out her tongue.
In the past, when she went to inspect the company, someone would organize people to pick her up at the airport, but it would only be a dozen or so people at most, just going through the motions.
But at this moment, at a glance, there must be at least several hundred people on the tarmac!
Moreover, among these people, there are men and women, old and young, and most of them are ordinary people. Only the leader seems to have some status.
Just as I was thinking about it, the person who took it had already walked over and said happily: "Brother, you are finally back."
"Old Feng, what's going on? Why did you find so many people to pick you up? I'm not the emperor here to inspect, so why do you need to mobilize so many troops?"
Ye Jiuzhou laughed and cursed.
This person is none other than Long Tengfei, who is in charge of all affairs in Linhai.
"Brother, that's unfair. I didn't force them to come. Everyone knew you were coming back and insisted on coming to pick you up. I couldn't stop you even if I wanted to."
Long Tengfei said a little aggrievedly.
The two of them were talking as they got off the plane.
"This man is more mysterious than I thought."
Looking at the backs of the two of them, Molly was thoughtful.
To be honest, the reason why she agreed to cooperate with Ye Jiuzhou was mostly because of expediency.
After all, besides relying on Ye Jiuzhou, she had no other way to leave Fusang.
But after seeing Ye Jiuzhou's methods and other people's love for him, Molly gradually changed her views.
"I told you a long time ago, but you don't believe me."
Putkerui said: "If Mr. Ye has no ability, how could I ask him to save you?"
"Now I believe it!"
Molly's eyes were shining, but after thinking about the dream she had just had, her face turned red again.
"Miss Molly, right?"
Just when she was thinking wildly, Long Tengfei came over again and said: "Brother has arranged a place for you. If you have any instructions in the future, just call anyone on the street."
"ah?"
Molly was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Long Tengfei meant.
Long Tengfei smiled and said: "In Linhai, no matter what happens, if you just find someone on the street and mention my brother's name, they can solve it for you. Anything can be done."
Hearing this, both brother and sister opened their mouths.
…
On that day, Ichiro Inoue left the Fuxing Club after his sword was taken away by Miyamoto.
Although the Fuxing Society is a society, its nature is actually no different from a joint venture. In short, it is a group of people who pay to support a group of dead soldiers and secretly help them eliminate dissidents.
Shogunate was one of the original investors.
However, the development of the Fuxing Society later exceeded their imagination, and it actually transformed from a low-level killer organization into a famous society.
People can share adversity, but it is difficult to share wealth and honor.
Everyone was staring at the president's chair, and Ichiro Inoue was no exception.
He had been in the Fuxing Society for decades, and through his connections with the shogunate, he had already cultivated a group of dead soldiers, enough to compete with the president.
Unexpectedly, Miyamoto managed to recruit a group of people from somewhere, who not only defeated him miserably, but also trampled his honor on the ground again and again.
Now, he has no shame to go back, so he has to secretly send someone to do something.
At this time, he was sitting in the lobby in a daze. Twelve corpses were neatly placed in the center of the lobby, which were the generals he sent to the Miyamoto family.
"Trash, you are a bunch of trash. I asked you to steal the saber back, but you came to the door with great fanfare. Aren't you looking for death!"
He cursed angrily and his face became even more gloomy.
These twelve people were all top masters of the shogunate. Now that they were all dead at once, he didn't know how to explain to his uncle.
His uncle was the actual person in charge of the shogunate, and his status was definitely no lower than that of the president of the Fuxing Society!
"Sir, we can't just let this matter go."
The deputy beside him said: "Our shogunate has never suffered such a big defeat. If word spreads, we will be embarrassed to see others."
Inoue Ichiro snorted and said nothing.
In fact, how could he not know this truth? However, he had no choice.
Because he had lost his ancestral sword, he had not told his uncle yet. If he went to take revenge in a big way, Miyamoto would flash the sword and then falsely accuse him of being greedy for life and afraid of death. I am afraid that his uncle would kill him with his own hands!
"Sir, we can't hesitate any longer..."
The deputy was also anxious, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of rapid footsteps.
Looking back, I saw a group of subordinates running quickly, each two people in a team, each carrying a single frame.
"What's going on?"
Inoue Ichiro felt his right eye jump and had a bad premonition.
"It was the spies we placed in the Fuxing Society. Seventeen of them were all assassinated."
The subordinate said: "The corpse was hung on the city gate. I picked it off with my own hands."
"hateful!"
Inoue Ichiro slammed the table and said fiercely: "Does this guy really want to start a war with me?"
There will definitely be a war between the shogunate and the Renaissance Society. This is no secret. Originally, Ichiro Inoue was not afraid.
However, in recent times, he has suffered heavy losses one after another, and his strength has been greatly reduced. Now even the spies are dead. If a war starts now, he will definitely be passive.
At this time, the deputy had already arrived in front of the single rack. He lifted up the white cloth and took a look. His brows suddenly furrowed. Then he came to another single rack, with an even more surprised look on his face.
"What did you find?"
Inoue Ichiro asked.
"Sir, there is a strange scar in front of each corpse. I think there is something fishy, and it seems to be related to the shogunate."