Chapter 854

The two talked very happily, and the laughter kept echoing in Hou Yuan, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

The four members of the Royal Sword Society who were brought in by the foreman early looked at Weiyang Liu and Madam Dai who were chatting in the pavilion with embarrassed expressions.

They have been waiting for more than an hour, and Liuchuan Weiyang has also seen them, but there is no intention to let them pass.

The four of them felt uncomfortable, but after thinking for a while, they held back and continued to wait quietly.

After waiting for another half an hour, Liu Chuan Weiyang still ignored them. The four of them looked at each other and finally made a decision, hesitantly approaching the pavilion.

"Madam, Mr. Yanagawa!"

When Mrs. Dai's conversation with the Oriental man came to an end, the four people near the pavilion took the opportunity to greet them respectfully: "Good afternoon."

Mrs. Dai nodded friendly to the four of them, but did not speak, just tasted the tea in front of them elegantly.

Liu Chuan Weiyang squeezed the teacup, glanced at the four of them, and said faintly, "Your Emperor Swords will act last night? What happened?"

"Twenty-one people, including Chairman Muto, were all killed."

An Oriental woman stepped forward with an indescribable shame on her face: "Only those of us who have the wind will survive."

"The president asked us to come over and tell Mr. Yanagawa the specific situation so that you can have a better reference."

"waste!"

Liu Chuan Weiyang snorted coldly: "Ye Tianlong and Song Zhu have fought a fire fight. At this moment, they are seriously injured. Why can't you kill him?"

"Wasting Madam Dai's efforts, you are really a waste. You still have to give me a reference? What do you refer to? Do you refer to your failure?"

His black clothes were hunting in the wind, and the dark clouds in the sky made his face flicker.

He didn't speak loudly, but the howling cold wind couldn't cover it: "Sachiko Muto is an idiot, and Ono is already confused."

"When is it his turn to give me reference?"

The four members of the Royal Sword Association felt their hearts beating with the rhythm of Yanagawa Weiyang's words and sentences.

Mrs. Dai smiled, and the room filled the room with fragrance: "Mr Liuchuan, don't be angry, they have tried their best."

Ye Tianlong escaped again, Madam Dai felt very regretful, but she also inspired her to fight even more, to kill Ye Tianlong at any cost.

"Try your best?"

Weiyang Yanagawa glanced at the four members of the Royal Sword Association, and joked at the corner of his mouth: "Do you look at them, do they seem to be doing their best?"

"Don't struggle to die with Ye Tianlong, and have time to escape to the West Lake for refuge. You really deserve your responsibilities, a bunch of rice buckets."

"It doesn't matter if twenty-one is dead, if there is less waste, the quality of the Toyo will be higher and the resources will be a little more abundant. Waste is not worthy of sharing."

He finished his cup of tea in one sip: "Ono seems to be really old, and all the people he raises are wine and rice bags. There are not enough successes and more than failures. [Zero↑9△小↓say△net]"

Hearing these words, the four members of the Royal Sword Society looked very ugly. If their master taught them this way, they could still accept it.

After all, it was for the Emperor Sword to be able to sell his life, but Liu Chuan Weiyang's reprimand was a bit unsustainable.

Although he is a top swordsman in the East and a member of the Shimizu family, he still has no right to trample on their dignity like this.

In particular, Weiyang Yanagawa also reprimanded Ono, which made them feel a shame that was difficult to speak.

"Mr. Yanagawa, you can humiliate us, but you can't humiliate our president."

An Oriental woman looked at Weiyang Yanagawa: "Mr. Ono is still your elder, you have no right to slander him!"

"Although the operation failed last night and Miss Muto was lost, we are not deserters. The Emperor Sword Association has follow-up arrangements."

"The four of us came to West Lake City. One is to follow Mr. Ono's instructions and tell Mr. Yanagawa the situation so that you can better respond."

Although it is known that Weiyang Yanagawa is a strong man in the East, the members of the Royal Sword Society are not willing to be humiliated by him, so the argument is fierce:

"The second is to avoid Ye Tianlong's investigation, so as not to pull more people out of us, we are definitely not greedy for life and fear of death."

Liu Chuan Weiyang sneered: "The waste is just waste, so many reasons?"

"Toyo is too much of your waste, so it reduces the quality of Toyo."

"Although Ono is a little better than you, he also created a royal sword club, but it is still a waste. Otherwise, how could he be bullied so badly?"

Mrs. Dai flicked a trace of joking, but soon disappeared without a trace. This guy, after the martial arts breakthrough, was rumored to not even look at Wolverine and Death.

He directly identified himself as Qiu Xiaozi of Wakayama, and decided that before he was forty years old, he would definitely become the first Tenth Rank master of the East.

So, how can Weiyang Yanagawa look highly at Ono and Huangdao Club?

But Mrs. Dai didn't say much. In her opinion, Liuchuan Weiyang was more proud, the better. In this way, the crazier he would be to deal with Ye Tianlong.

Hearing Weiyang Liu Chuan humiliating himself and his organization in this way, the three Royal Sword Association men were indignant and spoke fiercely:

"Mr. Yanagawa, you were a rascal, a rascal, and the lowest level of trash, not much more noble than us."

"Also, don't forget that you had drunk the porridge of the Royal Sword Society. Without our charity, you would have starved to death on the street."

The Royal Sword Society is an officially approved legal underworld. In addition to fighting and killing, it also responds to the official to do some good deeds from time to time.

One winter, when the temperature is extremely cold, Huangdao will open each hall as a porridge according to the instructions to increase the warmth of porridge for those in need.

At that time, Liu Chuan Weiyang was considered a refugee. He had a lot of porridge in the Imperial Sword Society, so the members of the Imperial Sword Society felt that Weiyang Yanagawa's words were ungrateful.

"presumptuous!"

Hearing the movement of the needle in Mianli, a member of the Royal Sword Association, Liu Chuan Weiyang's eyes flashed sharply, and his body seemed to fly out in a breeze.

A flash of cold light!

Before the four members of the Royal Sword Society could react, their bodies fell backwards, and the blood jets from the throat were as bright as fireworks.

They fell on the ground, looking at Liu Chuan Weiyang, with a horrified expression, and then their heads crooked and died.

"when……"

It was the sound of Lei Che returning to the sheath, but when Lei Che was unsheathed and stabbed, no one could see clearly.

The gesture of Mrs. Dai who poured the tea was also slightly stagnant. It was obvious that Weiyang Liuchuan's strength was beyond her expectation again, but it also made her eyes clearer.

Liu Chuan Weiyang flew off his fingers and a touch of blood, and looked at the people behind him and said faintly: "Shanmu, hope, you don't let me down..."

The three black-clothed men knelt on the ground with a thump: "Mr. Yanagawa will definitely live up to his trust."

"Humph!"

A thunderstorm sounded in due course, and heavy rain fell from the sky.

It's raining!

Ten minutes later, four bags were carried out from the back of the clubhouse. A small truck leaned over, jumped down four people, took the bags and threw them on the car.

A pair of eyes slowly lit up in a teahouse opposite, staring at four blood-stained bags...