Ren Xiaoyao was stunned when he saw that this man was actually wearing a Japanese kendo uniform, which made him look very out of place in this quiet night!
"Are you the one who captured Tokugawa Hideko?" The man's voice sounded stiff.
"Japanese!?" Ren Xiaoyao frowned and asked.
"Yes, my name is Matsui Imoto!" The Japanese nodded.
"What do you want from me?" Ren Xiaoyao instinctively felt something was wrong.
"Did you send someone to capture Miss Tokugawa Eiko of the Japanese Empire?" Matsui Imoto went straight into the tunnel.
Ren Xiaoyao understood immediately and sneered: "Oh, I understand, it turns out he is out for revenge! That's right, because he is a spy, a spy who has endangered the national security of the People's Republic of China!"
Matsui Imoto's face suddenly felt embarrassed and helpless. He shook his head and said: "I don't care if she is a spy, but she is a mid-level member of our Matsuda Co., Ltd., and she is President Matsuda's woman. President Matsuda has always loved and cared for her.
Miss Yingzi was very angry when she saw that she was arrested by Your Excellency, so she sent me here."
"Huh, I'm not interested in knowing who sent you here. I just want to know how President Matsuda in your mouth wants you to deal with me?" Ren Xiaoyao said coldly.
"I'm sorry, I also think this matter is disgraceful and against martial arts, but I am also acting for the honor of Matsuda Co., Ltd.! President Matsuda hopes that I will defeat you, capture you, and exchange you for his woman.
Tokugawa Eiko, restore the honor of our Japanese people!" Imoto Matsui.
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the back door, took out two swords, and said solemnly: "I don't want to take advantage of you. I have two swords for each person! Sir, I hope you accept my challenge!"
Ren Xiaoyao shook his head in disgust and said: "You tangled guy! Then, we don't have to be merciful. Just keep your sword. I am Chinese and I don't need your Japanese garbage!"
"But, this, you are empty-handed and I have a sword, this is not fair!" Matsui Imoto seems to be a pure warrior, very stubborn and unwilling to take advantage of Ren Xiaoyao.
"Stop being wordy, come on, I can beat you even without a knife!" Ren Xiaoyao became a little impatient and took a stance to fight.
"In that case, I won't be polite!" Matsui Imoto had no choice but to pull out his sword and hold it firmly against his chest.
Suddenly, the originally peaceful and stubborn Matsui Imoto's demeanor suddenly became serious and awe-inspiring, and a strong aura emerged spontaneously!
"Master!" Ren Xiaoyao's pupils shrank slightly and he became fully alert.
"Hey!" Matsui Imoto suddenly shouted angrily, his feet taking small hurried steps like the wind.
"Whoosh!" The fierce sword drew a brilliant arc of light in the night, and cut off the head with a rapid sound of breaking through the air.
Ren Xiaoyao knows that the key to Japanese kendo is the word "quick", and there is nothing fancy about the rest. And if he wants to defeat Japanese kendo, he can only use "quick to control quick"!
"Hoo" Ren Xiaoyao quickly dodged to avoid the sword, and his right fist whizzed like the wind, hitting Matsui Imoto's empty chest directly.
"Brush" Matsui Imoto responded very quickly, dragging the sword in mid-air, turning it into a sweep, and directly took Ren Xiaoyao's right fist.
"What a fast speed!" Ren Xiaoyao was moved and had no choice but to pump his fist and retreat.
Matsui Imoto was overjoyed when he saw it. The sword flashed in mid-air, forming a series of shining arcs of light and slashed towards him.
Ren Xiaoyao was very experienced in dealing with Japanese swordsmanship. He took four steps back in a flash, and then made a sharp leap, easily avoiding the killing range of the sword!
"What a fast sword!" Ren Xiaoyao looked at his chest. A slight cut had been made in his suit, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.
"I am a disciple of Yagyu Norio, the master of Japanese Yagyu Mikaru. I am an eighth-dan kendo master. There are no more than ten kendo masters in Japan who surpass me! Sir, your martial arts are very high. I hope you will not disappoint me!" Matsui Yi
Yuan's eyes became intense, which was a sign of high fighting spirit!
"Oh, are they the top ten kendo masters in Japan? Interesting!" Ren Xiaoyao smiled calmly, loosened all the bones in his body calmly, and waved to Matsui Imoto: "Come on, I'll let you take a look, too.
How awesome are the Chinese masters!"
"I'm sorry!" Matsui Imoto shouted angrily and rushed forward, slashing twice in mid-air, forming a cross-shaped knife network and rushing towards Ren Xiaoyao.
"What?" Matsui Imoto's sword was so sharp that he was about to hit Ren Xiaoyao, but the enemy in front of him suddenly disappeared!
"Here!" Ren Xiaoyao suddenly appeared behind Matsui Imoto, his left leg roared through the air, and hit Matsui Imoto's back.
"Bang!" Matsui Imoto groaned, threw forward, and fell heavily to the ground.
Ren Xiaoyao sneered: "Huh, let's compare the speed. Even if God comes, I won't be afraid! Do you want to fight again?"
The corner of Matsui Imoto's mouth was slightly bleeding, and he suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Yagyu slashes with the wind!"
Ren Xiaoyao was startled, and suddenly felt a bright light in front of his eyes, but it was the moonlight reflected by Matsui Imoto's blade.
"Not good!" Ren Xiaoyao's heart trembled. Although he couldn't see for a moment, his keen sense captured the strong murderous aura!
"This Japanese wants to kill me!" Ren Xiaoyao was shocked and angry. His right fist suddenly burst into a ball of terrifying flames, blocking Matsui Imoto's attack angle by feeling.
"Ding" The extremely sharp sword was heavily immersed in Ren Xiaoyao's Samadhi True Fire, and it made an extremely clear clang!
"Bang!" In the Samadhi True Fire emitted by Ren Xiaoyao, a black-red sword emitted a terrifying light, instantly destroying Matsui Imoto's sword - a bright sword light burst out in mid-air!
"Bang!" In Matsui Imoto's unbelievably horrified eyes, Ren Xiaoyao's right leg shot up like lightning and kicked him hard in the chest.
"Poof!" Matsui Imoto flew back after the collision, blood flying in the air, and he fell heavily back into the Buick.
"Bang!"
The heavy "click" impact immediately shattered all the glass of the Buick, and the quiet night was filled with crisp and crashing sounds!
"You want to kill me!? President Matsuda asked you to kill me!?" Ren Xiaoyao's face was full of anger, veins popped up on his forehead, and he had murderous intentions.
"Yes, the enemies of the Japanese Empire have no choice but to die, especially you Chinese people!" Matsui Imoto said, expressing more anger than taking in.
"Okay! Let me see what the background of Matsuda Co., Ltd. actually dares to kill people in a foreign country!" After Ren Xiaoyao said that, he released his spiritual thoughts and quickly entered Matsui Imoto's brain.
Then he began to search his memory.
Because Matsui Imoto was severely injured and the defense of his spiritual consciousness was very weak, it was very easy for Ren Xiaoyao to invade his brain. Soon Ren Xiaoyao retrieved what he wanted from Matsui Imoto's memory.
Then he placed a delayed self-destruction ban on the opponent's body, and simply gave the opponent some energy, erasing the traces of his intrusion from his memory.
After doing all this, Ren Xiaoyao returned to his car, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the embassy.
Five minutes after Ren Xiaoyao left, Matsui Imoto shook his head and sat up, then started the Buick without a piece of glass and rushed towards Matsuda Co., Ltd.