He Jinqi seemed to notice the strange look on Lin Yu's expression, glanced at the old man, and asked Lin Yu: "What, second brother, do you know this old man?!"
"do not know."
Lin Yu shook his head in a deep voice, stared at the old man with white hair on the stage, narrowed his eyes, and said firmly, "But I do know his clothes?!"
"clothing?!"
He Jinqi smiled slightly and said, "This is nothing to make a fuss about, isn't it? Aren't all Japanese people dressed like this?!"
He thought it was a big deal. Don't all Japanese people like to wear such baggy clothes? But this old man also dressed like this in China, which was really eye-catching.
"He's not wearing an ordinary kimono!"
Lin Yu squinted his eyes, glanced at the clothes on the white-haired old man, and explained to He Jinqi, "Ordinary kimono haori shoulders are looser. Didn't you notice that the haori shoulders and arms on this old man are very loose?"
Small? And the muscle loops on his body are also made of special materials, which should have good elasticity and hardness!"
In fact, the reason why Lin Yu was surprised at first was because he had seen this outfit before Tokugawa!
When the Kendo Master Alliance visited the Military Intelligence Agency, Tokugawa was wearing exactly this kind of specially made kimono!
Originally, Lin Yu was not sure that Miura Yuki was a member of the Kendo Grandmaster Alliance, but now that he saw the white-haired old man wearing a similar uniform, Lin Yu could basically conclude that these two Japanese people were both members of the Kendo Grandmaster Alliance!
Moreover, looking at the white-haired old man's attire similar to Tokugawa's and the majestic aura he exudes from the inside out, it can be judged that this old man's status in the Kendo Grandmaster League is extraordinary, and in this establishment
His status is not ordinary either, as can be seen from the commentator's extraordinarily respectful attitude towards him just now.
However, Lin Yu couldn't figure out why people from the dignified Kendo Grandmaster Alliance would come to a place like China to engage in black boxing?!
Lin Yu looked up at the large electronic screen above, frowned slightly, and seemed to realize something. He turned to He Jinqi and asked: "Jinqi, you said no one knows the identity of this boss, right?! Or is it just that?
Among the people you come into contact with, no one knows?!"
"No one in the circle I know knows about it, and out of curiosity, I asked my uncle's people to inquire about this boss, but they couldn't find out!"
He Jinqi shook his head and said.
Lin Yu's face couldn't help but become a little solemn when he heard this. It would be fine if He Jinqi didn't know the circle he came into contact with, but He Ziqin's subordinates were affiliated with the National Security Bureau, and all they came into contact with were some high-level officials. If he didn't know the identity of the big boss,
If so, either He Ziqin's men deceived He Jinqi, or the big boss's identity is too secretive.
"Then have you ever found out which country this big boss is from?!"
Lin Yu continued to ask He Jinqi.
"Which country?"
He Jinqi was slightly startled, shook his head and said, "I really don't know about this..."
Only now when Lin Yu asked him, He Jinqi discovered that not only did he not know the identity of the big boss, he didn't even know any information about the big boss!
Lin Yu nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He looked at the old man with white hair in the iron cage who had taken off his feathers and was secretly in a trance.
At this time, the staff were working hard to clean the iron cage. After the fight between Bai Rentu and Miura Yuki just now, the entire iron cage was in a mess. The blood had almost stained the mats, and the fence of the iron cage was also uneven due to the impact.
There were also a few big holes in some places.
Bairentu looked at the old man with white hair in front of him coldly, his breathing was a little short, and it was obvious that he had not recovered from the fight just now.
"Okay, that's almost it, get out of here!"
The white-haired old man seemed to be impatient to wait. Obviously he didn't want Bairentu to get too much breathing space, so he gave a cold scolding to several busy staff on the side.
After hearing this, several staff members did not dare to delay at all. They hurriedly packed up their things and rushed down quickly.
"knife!"
The white-haired old man looked at the dagger in the hand of Bairen Tu, and suddenly shouted loudly.
Not long after, a staff member hurriedly walked over holding a Japanese sword, got into the cage, handed it to the old man with white hair respectfully, and then left quickly.
The white-haired old man grabbed the knife, glanced at Bairentu coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Your name is Bairentu?! Bairentu, who ranks third on the world's killer list?!"
"yes!"
Bairentu's face still showed no expression at all, and he responded calmly.
"You know, your so-called world killer rankings, in my eyes, are equivalent to a waste rankings!"
The old man with white temples put on a condescending attitude, sneered, and then his eyes suddenly turned cold. He grabbed the handle of the knife in his hand, took two quick steps, and rushed towards Bai Rentu without warning. The Japanese knife in his hand was horizontal.
With one pull, he cut Bairentu's side straight.
The movements of the white-haired old man did not seem to be very fast, so that everyone present could clearly see his steps and the movement of his sword. But what was surprising was that his movements seemed slow.
, but in fact, these actions of his were done in one go. From jumping out to swinging the knife, it was just a blink of an eye!
Seeing the quick and solid movements of the white-haired old man, Bai Rentu couldn't help but move his eyes, turned his wrist, and hurriedly used the dagger in his hand to block the Japanese knife slashed by the white-haired old man.
"Ding!"
There was a solid crisp sound, and Bai Rentu felt numbness in the tiger's mouth, and almost took off the dagger in his hand.
But the old man with white hair did not hesitate at all. He took a step forward, scratched and rubbed his palm along the back of the knife, rushed to Bairentu with a sliding step, and swept Bairentu's injured leg with his kick!
Bairentu had long expected that the white-haired old man would make this move, so he hurriedly raised his legs to avoid it. But to his surprise, the white-haired old man's foot hit him right above his calf!
So when he lifted his leg, he just caught the old man with the white hair!
There was a muffled sound of "bang" as skin and flesh collided. Bairentu frowned and clenched his fist tightly. A heartbreaking pain instantly spread throughout his body, and his body couldn't help but tremble violently.
Although he had subconsciously pulled his legs in, the huge force of the old man's kick still made him almost fall to the ground.
In fact, if Bairen Tu's calf was not injured, he could completely avoid the attack of the old man with the white mane, but the wound on his leg greatly hindered him. If he was kicked by the old man with the white mane, the wound would probably break even deeper!
The old man with white temples sneered, and the blade in his hand suddenly retracted, and the tip of the knife suddenly pierced Bairentu's body. Knowing that Bairentu had received his kick, his legs were numb and he could not use any strength, so he struck with the knife
The thrust is very fast and the force is great.
Bairentu's eyes widened, knowing that he couldn't escape in his current physical condition. He hurriedly blocked it with his dagger. At the same time, he grabbed the iron net with his other hand, flipped it back violently, and rolled on the ground in a panic.
, he put his hands on the ground and stabilized his body, but the injured calf kept shaking like an electric shock, and blood was flowing out.
"good!"
Everyone couldn't help but cheer loudly for the white-haired old man, because many of them had already lost all the cash they brought in the first two rounds, so they didn't bet any more this round. Logically speaking, the outcome has nothing to do with them, but they
The reason why I applaud the old man with the white mane is entirely out of the previous two rounds of resentment. I also wish that the old man with the white mane would slaughter these hundreds of people to pieces!
The white-haired old man looked at Bairentu, who was exhausted, with a look of contempt in his eyes, and he once again attacked Bairentu fiercely.
However, he did not use all his strength, not only to make Bairentu tired of resisting, but also to prevent Bairentu from completely losing the opportunity. From time to time, he saw the opportunity to make one or two cuts on Bairentu's body.
As time went by, the strength gap between the two naturally widened, and in the end, Bairentu was almost using his mind to support himself.
The cheers of the people around him became louder and louder, and all the resentment they had accumulated because of the Hundred People Massacre was now released!
Obviously, in the eyes of these people, the feelings of family and country and national dignity are no match for tangible money!
They have long forgotten that the white-haired old man is a Japanese, and have long forgotten the dignity of the Hundred Man Tu just sworn to defend "China"!
Lin Yu frowned, looking at Bairentu's figure that was already covered in blood, he couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration in his heart, knowing that Bairentu was the kind of person who would rather risk his life than give in!
Now that the outcome was very obvious, Lin Yu felt that there was no need to let Bairentu risk his life. He turned around and shouted to Zhang Yiting: "Young Master Zhang, the situation on the field is already obvious at this time. I don't think there is any need to continue the competition."
Now, you should take the initiative to admit defeat!"
"Admit defeat?! He Jiarong, who did you see my people losing?!"
Zhang Yiting glared at Lin Yu fiercely. Seeing that the massacre of hundreds of people had lost his chance of winning, he was already angry. Unexpectedly, Lin Yu actually added fuel to the fire at this time. Apparently he wanted to take the opportunity to ridicule him and said angrily, "Besides,
, my people have at least reached the third round of the challenge. If you are capable, you can also stand up and challenge! I heard that your skills are not very good?! What, you are a coward!"
"Don't get me wrong, I have no other intentions. If you don't admit defeat, with the character of Bairentu, he will fight to the death!"
Seeing Zhang Yiting's great hostility, Lin Yu explained with a helpless smile.
"He Jiarong, even if he dies, it has nothing to do with you. He was invited by our Zhang family!"
Zhang Yitang shouted at Lin Yu angrily, "Besides, our Zhang family spent money on him. If he can't win, he deserves to die!"
In fact, he not only paid the ticket fee for the Hundred People's Massacre, but also invested all the remaining money. Now that the money was gone, he and his second brother went back and decided that there would be no good fruit to eat, so naturally he wanted to die in the Hundred People's Massacre.
!
Lin Yu frowned when he heard Zhang Yitang's vicious words. He glanced at Zhang Yiting, who was also silent, and saw that Zhang Yiting also agreed with what his brother said. Lin Yu couldn't help but be secretly surprised. He really didn't expect that Zhang Yiting's brothers were so kind-hearted.
Dark and vicious!
Bairentu confiscated not a cent of their family's money, but in the end they even cost their family their lives!
"Second brother, let's not worry about other people's affairs!"
He Jinqi hurriedly grabbed Lin Yu, looked at the embarrassed Hundred-Man Massacre in the iron cage, and said with great joy, "The Hundred-Man Massacre lost, which is also a good thing for us!"
While he was talking, Bairentu was knocked to the ground again by the sword of the white-haired old man. He was panting heavily, and a hoarse sound came from his throat, which was a sign of extreme exhaustion.
He put his hands on the ground and tried desperately to get up, but no matter how hard he tried, his body was stuck to the ground like a heavy weight, unable to move at all.
"Boy, you are the most classy person I have ever seen!"
The white-haired old man walked up to Bairentu with narrowed eyes. The Japanese sword in his hand slowly pressed onto Bairentu's neck and said calmly, "But it's a pity, I still want to kill you! Because the one you just killed was my apprentice.
The most promising apprentice!"
The muscles in the old man's face were shaking as he spoke, and his eyes were burning with anger.
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
…
At this time, the entire hall suddenly burst into loud shouts. Almost most of the people stood up, waving their hands with red faces and shouting loudly. They couldn't wait to see hundreds of people slaughtered with their heads dismembered, so as to understand their worries.
hatred.
When the white-haired old man heard the tsunami-like shouts throughout the hall, a smile appeared on his lips. He looked at Bairentu lying on the ground and said calmly, "If I remember correctly, you are from China, right?! What did you just say?
In order to protect China, I would not hesitate to kill my disciples, but look at how these people treat you, do you think it is worth it?!"
"Kill...quickly...kill...don't waste words..."
Bairentu was breathing heavily, speaking with great difficulty. There was still no expression on his face, let alone any fear, but a trace of sadness and guilt suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Okay, if you have the guts, I'll give you a treat!"
The white-haired old man's face turned cold, and the Japanese sword in his hand suddenly raised high, and slashed hard towards Bairentu's neck.