Killing the chicken to warn the monkey is naturally a good show, but when there is a monkey, where can I find the chicken? Peking is not Shanghai or Xinjing, the diplomat of King Yusui stationed in Shanghai, and Noda is a senior employee of Manying. Both of them cannot use their resources.

"Or why should I ask the North China Front Army to come forward to help?" Noda suggested,

"No, I don't like these martial artists who are carrying sabers, right?"

What King Yusu mentioned was the famous female spy of Kawashima Yoshiko. At the same time, she was a close friend of the generals of Tian Jun, the sister of the Manchukuo Emperor. She called the wind and rain and was extremely powerful.

It happened that Yoshiko Kawashima was also in Peking. A call came over and the proud Miss Yoshiko actually came to the door. She was respectful to King Yusu and asked me about my good health.

King Yusu smiled and said, "My father is in good health. Fangzi, I'm here to Peking this time. I want to ask you to find someone..."

After hearing this, Yoshiko Kawashima said thoughtfully: "I am not very familiar with the martial arts world in Peking, but I know someone, maybe I can help you. Let me do this, I will give you a reply tomorrow."

Back at her residence, Yoshiko Kawashima called Li Junqing, a famous celebrity in Peking social circle, with a phone call. She arrived less than halfway. Although she was almost forty years old, she became more and more delicious as she got older. She was the number one handsome man in Peking.

Li Junqing was just red-toothed and handsome, but she didn't use her own resources until he met Li Yanqing, a handsome man who was over teenager and was also a bathing scrubber. He was also handsome, but by rubbing Cao Kun's back, he became a prominent figure in Beiyang politics, that's it.

After learning, Li Junqing was out of control. As Li Yanqing's forbidden body, he quickly became a celebrity in the Beijing social circle. After Li Yanqing was shot dead by Feng Yuxiang, he fled from Beijing to avoid the limelight. After Feng Yuxiang stepped down, he returned and stayed half red and not black. Until the fall of Peking, the Japanese supported Wang Kemin as the leader of the North China temporary government. His luck came.

Wang Kemin was the chief finance minister of the Beiyang period and was very close to Li Yanqing. He was salivating at Li Junqing back then. Now the two hit it off. Li Junqing has taken a post as a senator in the Provisional Political Department and has transformed into a politician.

Li Junqing has more than Wang Kemin, and his son has a leg. Miss Fangzi likes male sex. Li Junqing likes her preference and becomes her male favorite. He gains a lot of political resources. By the way, Zhao Jiayong is promoted to the director of the railway station police station.

**After a while, Yoshiko Kawashima said the request of King Yusu, and Li Junqing immediately said that this matter is easy to handle and will definitely be done for you.

Yoshiko Kawashima said: "I will reply to me tomorrow, you can go and do it quickly."

Li Junqing did not dare to be negligent, crawled out of the quilt naked, put on her clothes and went back, and sent someone to find Zhao Jiayong to discuss the matter overnight.

"The Japanese want to find a famous trainer in Peking, and they don't want to kiss Japan. The more stubborn the temper, the better. Which one is singing?" Zhao Jiayong was very puzzled.

"Don't worry about where to go, just look for someone. I'll promise him that I'll reply tomorrow."

Zhao Jiayong touched his chin and thought for a while, and suddenly said, "I have it! Yu Zhankui, what do you think? It's not a good thing anyway, so let him charge it."

Li Junqing, it's him!"

...

Yu Zhankui is 60 years old this year. He is from martial arts practice and has a strong body. He gets up at 4:30 every morning to practice kung fu, and keeps blowing and raining. But he just practices and no longer talks with others, and will not do anything like taking people to play kung fu.

The most glorious period was when he first arrived in Beijing twenty years ago. He fought all the battles and was defeated by a boy who was driving a rickshaw. He never recovered from it. When he came out again, he seemed to have changed things and refused to ask about it. He gave it to his eldest disciple Yan Zhiyong to take care of him, and was only obsessed with studying martial arts.

After the fall of Peking, no one had the heart to practice martial arts. Qitian Martial Arts Hall was closed, and the door was deserted. Suddenly, today the guest, the military police, and a translator in a suit, sent Yu Zhankui an invitation to the banquet in the evening.

"Please attend the museum leader. If you don't go, hum," the translator smiled and left.

Yan Zhiyong was frightened: "Master, the weasel sent to Tianjin and transfer the boat to the south,"

Just as Yu Zhankui's little granddaughter ran over, shouting in a slight voice: "Grandpa, hug,"

Yu Zhankui picked up his granddaughter and held up a kind smile on his cold face: "Where can you run? The monk can't run away? I'll leave. What should my family do... Go! I want to see what the little Japanese gourd sells,"

"I'll go with you!" Yan Zhiyong gritted his teeth,

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Zhankui took his eldest disciple Yan Zhiyong out. He was wearing a green cloth robe with a black satin jacket on it. He held two iron bullets in his hand, neatly and neatly, and his every move was full of majesty.

Yan Zhiyong ran to the street to stop a rickshaw: "Jiaopi, come here,"

The coachman happily pulled a purple carriage with four purple calcium carbide lamps to the entrance of the martial arts hall. Yu Zhankui lifted his robe and got into the car. The coachman looked back at him and said hello, "Oh, it's Master Yu,"

Outside, it is normal to be recognized by the coachman.

Yu Zhankui took the car, Yan Zhiyong followed behind and headed straight for Haidian. Lu Zhi was a rickshaw from the Tsinghua Car Factory, and sighed: "I remember when I fought with you Boss Chen in Taoranting back then. I will never forget it for my whole life. Twenty years have passed."

The coachman turned around and smiled, "That's not the case. I was there in that competition back then,"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Xue Baoqing, and I am Chen Zikun's buddy," Che Xu pulled the cart,

"It turns out that it's still an old friend," Yu Zhankui sighed again, and chatted with Xue Baoqing in a mess. Yan Zhiyong was very puzzled, why did the master talk so much today?

The place for the banquet was a mansion in Haidian, which was almost close to the Old Summer Palace. When he arrived at the door, Yu Zhankui got off the car and paid a silver dollar for Baoqing: "You are burdened,"

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"Hold it," Yu Zhankui walked in, Yan Zhiyong followed closely behind and showed the invitation. The Japanese soldiers guarding the gate checked the invitation, and only Yu Zhankui was allowed to

"Zhiyong, wait for me here," Yu Zhankui glanced at his apprentice deeply and entered the door without hesitation.

Yan Zhiyong retreated and found that the coachman had not left.

"Well, here, I can't call the car. I'm like my master here," said Baoqing,

The two of them squatted on the ground and chatted.

This mansion is a Japanese-style courtyard with white stones, trees, flowers, plants and small ponds, which are extremely elegant. Yu Zhankui was led to the corridor. The Japanese-style room was full of guests, some in military uniforms and some in casual clothes. Men and women all kneel on the tatami, and there were wooden food boxes, small wine pots, small wine glasses, and Japanese things were all small.

The translator said that he was the most powerful person in the martial arts world in Peking. He had once fought invincible all over the world. Yu Zhankui couldn't understand Japanese, but he could guess what the translator said from everyone's exaggerated expressions.

"Owner Yu, let's enjoy the highlights and unique skills to Taijun, let's see you," the translator said with a smile.

Yu Zhankui felt a stream of blood rushing to his head. It turned out that he had found himself to cheer up the gang of miscellaneous people! The owner of the Qitian Martial Arts Hall, a figure like a Taishan Beidou in the Peking martial arts world, was respected by someone everywhere he went, and he actually practiced boxing to cheer up the fun of them like a monkey!

He snorted coldly: "Yu's old arms and legs can't move anymore,"

The translator said: "Who doesn't know that you always practice martial arts in the morning. Be more skillful, don't make yourself unhappy," the translator said.

Yu Zhankui glared at him, and the translator was frightened by his sharp eyes and took a step back.

An officer was impatient and shouted loudly: "Why aren't you performing yet?"

The translator hurriedly said: "The master of the museum is unwilling to perform martial arts for the Imperial Army,"

The officer was furious and took out a stack of military tickets and scattered them. The colorful tickets fell all over the ground. Yu Zhankui didn't look at them. He glanced at everyone coldly, turned around and left.

At this moment, Yan Qingyu was sitting in a martial arts performance. Unexpectedly, he made a fuss like this. He was so anxious that he wanted to jump up and persuade this strong old man not to be as knowledgeable as the Japanese devils, just to be fooled and leave.

Two Japanese soldiers blocked Yu Zhankui's way, and the interpreter said in the back: "Don't be shameless. The Imperial Army invites you to perform, it's for you to face."

Yu Zhankui said: "I'll do it today."

A Japanese army leader Yili said something, and the translator nodded and bowed, saying to Zhan Kui: "The Imperial Army said that you can't leave alive for two hours of martial arts!"

Yu Zhankui suddenly laughed: "Boy, I want to see how much you have," gently pushed the translator out of the way and continued to walk out. Two Japanese soldiers pounded a dog and ate the shit.

Yoshiko Kawashima, who was sitting on the table, smiled and threw an admiring look at Li Junqing. The person he was looking for was indeed a stubborn donkey. She was afraid that he would not cooperate. Now, she was so good that she could explode in just a few words, which saved a lot of trouble.

Several officers grabbed the saber and jumped out of the courtyard barefoot, screaming and slashing at Yu Zhankui. Yu Zhankui dodged and used his ability to seize the blade with bare hands to snatch a saber, and then put it on the neck of a Japanese officer in front.

The air in the courtyard suddenly stagnated.

Yu Zhankui smiled contemptuously, withdrew his sword and threw it on the ground, turned around and left.

"Bang" the gunshot sounded, and Yu Zhankui's back was covered with blood. He slowly turned around, with a hideous face: "Little Japanese, sneak attack behind him, despicable and shameless!"

The officer who had lost face just now held a southern pistol and fired several rounds. Yu Zhankui slowly fell to the ground.

"This person is an anti-Japanese element. He was executed on the spot. Everyone has no objection, right?" The officer walked to Yu Zhankui, kicked him with his feet, and asked proudly.

He was a burst of laughter.

Yan Qingyu didn't expect that things would change so quickly, and he would kill someone if he disagrees! The Japanese are really beasts! He felt extremely sad in his heart, and he immediately stood up and left, but was very sad by a major. Tell you that this is the end of not obeying the orders of the empire,"

Yan Qingyu was furious, his fists squeezing, and the master looked at him: "What, let's understand, you third-rate movie star!"

The King of Yuhu quickly came over to persuade him. Suddenly, Yu Zhankui, who was lying on the ground, jumped up and pinched the throat of the officer beside him. A sound of shattering joints came. The officers drew their guns and shot them one after another. Yu Zhankui was shot more than ten bullets, and he still stood firm. He pinched the man like a big hand and was dead.

Yan Qingyu said nothing and left the seat to protest, and the King of Yuhu left immediately.

Yoshiko Kawashima was also indifferent, and she lost control. Li Junqing was just right, but she was too powerful. She could kill an imperial army even if she was shot and lost an officer unexpectedly. This account would be a big loss.

When Yan Zhiyong and Xue Baoqing were waiting at the door, they were immediately uneasy when they heard the gunshots. Because Yu Zhankui was worried, after a while, Yan Zhiyong was called in and carried out Yu Zhankui's bloody body.

Baoqing was stunned: "How come this is a mess? How can the living people leave just by saying that,"


Chapter completed!