Chapter 173 Conspiracy

Tokyo, the Embassy District is located in a beautiful place in the south of Tokyo. The first snow in early winter covers the entire city in a holy white area. Although it is a clean moment overall, as long as you are careful enough, you can still find that in every corner of the city, you can easily see ragged beggars, bankrupt hungry people, and occasionally there are a few dead bodies on the street. The porcelain bottle in your hand reminds people that this is a homeless man who is drunk on the street.

This is the price paid for that war. After the country lost its destiny, the people also lost everything.

The sun shone through the mist and brought the city into the early morning. The workers used to deal with the people who collapsed on the ground on the roadside. After kicking them, there was no movement. They were dead bodies. They lifted them up expressionlessly and threw them on the trailer. The corpse was their next stop.

The sound of running in front attracted the attention of the workers. When they looked up, they saw a group of young people wearing white shirts running with an energetic elderly person. The workers recognized them. They were Toyama Toyama from the Kage Hall, a samurai who was very popular recently. The workers couldn't help but watch their team whistling away from their side with their magnanimous eyes.

I cleaned up a few more frozen animals. Today, there seem to be a lot of people running in the martial arts hall. In less than half an hour, I have seen three groups of people, including the Divine Sword Hall, the Fusang Hall, and the Martial Arts Hall, all of which are famous martial arts halls. What's wrong with this today?

Today is the day of the agreed appointment to go to the Chinese Martial Arts Association. In order to show the vitality of Japan, the three major martial arts halls, together with various martial arts associations in Tokyo, mobilized more than 1,000 young Japanese martial arts men to hold a large-scale fitness show on the streets of Tokyo. In such a healthy and upward atmosphere, more than ten martial arts owners held their heads and walked into this two-story building full of oriental atmosphere. This is where the Chinese Martial Arts Association is located.

Little do they know that their actions of showing strength in recent times have aroused the interest of some people. Although the Japanese military has always been closely related to civilian forces like them, these people have obviously not reached the level expected by the military tyrants. The continuous display of strength in the past few days, including the Divine Sword Hall's brazen attack on the Yasukuni Shrine, shows that this group that the military has not paid attention to before. Today, this joint action demonstrates Toyama's Divine Sword Hall's extraordinary organizational ability, and the military has begun to turn its attention to this tough guy in his fifties.

Toutanman was standing at the window of an exquisite two-story building opposite the street of the Chinese Wuhui Building, staring at the golden plaque with dozens of Japanese men entering in a row, and a soft hum was heard from his nose.

The naked woman behind her seemed to be frightened, and her hands roaming on his strong body were trembling and stopped moving. The woman with black hair was half paralyzed and looked up innocently. She saw the man lowering her head coldly and giving instructions to her with her eyes. A flush appeared on the woman's face, she opened her cherry-red mouth, took Tou Shanman's toes into her mouth, and opened her eyes to reveal a longing gaze. Unexpectedly, Tou Shanman had already raised her head and his eyes returned to the place she had just now.

The woman's tongue is like a tender thin snake, sliding across the full calves and bent her knees. A smooth hand grabbed the traditional bag cloth of Yamato man and gently pulled it. With the sound of the woman making from her throat, Tou Shanman closed his eyes comfortably, enjoying the pleasure coming from his thighs, groin, and... slowly upwards.

"Is it Liangping? Come in." Tooshanman is not a person who is easily addicted to this kind of enjoyment. This man in his fifties has amazing control. He looked down at the woman's black hair swaying between his legs, and then shouted at the shadow outside the entrance who had been standing for a while.

The wooden door moved to the side, and the twenty-one-year-old Uchida Ryohei seemed to be no longer surprised by this situation. He bowed and said, "President——"

Toushan nodded, closed his eyes for a long time and trembled suddenly. Then he sighed comfortably and patted the woman's head. Seeing the woman's mouth bulging and tilting her head, the blurred expression on her face after the traces of wriggling neck passed, "Why, have you seen the old man Toyama?"

The woman was well aware that she had finished cleaning and left quickly. It was not a good thing to hear too much.

"Yes, President, that guy is very arrogant. He doesn't seem to be interested in saying anything more to me." Uchida Ryohei said with a little discouraged look on his head.

Tooshanman sat cross-legged, put his hands on his legs, and his face was silent. After a while, he looked at Uchida Ryohei who was kneeling on the ground and lowered his head, saying, "Your uncle has gone to Kyushu, that is our hometown... Oh, forget it. Ryohei, in your opinion, why doesn't the old man Toyama want to talk to you?"

"I think..." Uchida Ryohei raised his head and said with a flashing flickering: "I think it's because of the image of our Qianyang Society." After saying that, he was a little scared, and then leaned down and lowered his head and said: "If the subordinate says it wrong, please punish the president."

Toushan still had no expression on his face, and nodded, "What you said makes sense. Your uncle's trip to Jiuzhou this time was also the result of our discussion." After that, he stood up, stood at the window with his back and looked out the window, and his right hand moved behind him: "Liaoping, come and see."

Uchida Ryohei came to the window as he spoke and looked out. The window was facing the Chinese martial arts association. Outside the door of the energetic Chinese martial arts masters, the flags of more than ten martial arts halls fluttered in the wind. Uchida was a little annoyed when he saw it, but after a while he was surprised to find that the president beside him was tightly closed with his eyes and a painful expression on his face.

"President——"

Tooshanman opened his eyes and squeezed out a smile and said, "Did you see it? These people are busy licking the butts of that person. This is the current situation in Japan." Tooshanman punched the window frame, and the snow outside the window floated downwards.

"This is also the reason for their good reputation." Toushanman smiled bitterly and said, "Liangping, you must remember that Xuanyang Society will be carried forward in the hands of your generation in the future. If you can do anything for your generation, then it will be a good reputation for you, right?"

"President?" Uchida Ryohei was a little panicked.

Toushanman shook his hand and pointed to the West and said, "I have discussed with your uncle. He will take over as my president. However, in fact, it is still up to your generation to preside over the presidency."

"Ah? That president..." Uchida Ryohei asked in surprise. Tooyamaman smiled and said, "We will fight in the place where we should fight and defend, that - is our hometown!" With a passionate tone, Tooyamaman's spirit seemed to be much better. He patted Uchida Ryohei's shoulder and said, "Okay, I should go to see Mr. Yama Prefecture, I will leave it to you here!" With this double explanation, Tooyamaman hummed the slang song of his hometown and left the back of a black dragon tattooed to Uchida Ryohei. This black dragon, uncle Oka Kotaro, also has. Now these two respectable seniors are going to earn a good reputation for the Kinyang Club and hand it over to himself.

Uchida Ryohei finally calmed down his excitement and looked back at the Chinese martial arts association opposite him.

In the Huashan Hall on the second floor of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, the masters of the martial arts circles of China and Japan were fiercely discussing the provocation of Russian heroes from the Far East. Although they had special hatred towards the Qing Dynasty, when it comes to martial arts and the dignity of Asians, Toyama and others still left behind the national issues between the two countries and discussed with Huang Feihong and others about dealing with Russian heroes.

The Russian strongman named Bernepovsky is said to be coming to Japan from Europe on a British merchant ship. He is determined to set up a ring in Tokyo and challenge the martial arts people in the East. The plaque of "Sick Man in East Asia" was written in advance and sent by someone to come first. The intention is to set off a warning.

In the face of such naked challenges, the Japanese samurai were angry and expressed their desire to defend the honor of Japan to the death. They also refused with dignity to the Chinese who expressed their willingness to help. At the meeting, Toyama Toyama of the Ksams Museum also raised a question: the people from the Khenyoshi Club expressed their willingness to participate. The Japanese people at the meeting unanimously stated that such a notorious underworld group would damage their reputation, and they all expressed their firm rejection. Although the Khenyoshi Club's strength is extraordinary, it seems that they do not need to be better against an arrogant Russian.

Only then did Huang Feihong and others realize that there were also differences between good and evil among the Japanese.

Seven days later, the Russian strongman Bernepovsky arrived in Tokyo and set up a ring in a bustling area. He showed extraordinary strength. On the first day of arrival in Tokyo, without adapting, he easily defeated three challengers and then swept the Japanese martial arts practitioners and returned to the hotel to rest.

The second and third days, the joint group led by the Divine Sword Hall did not go to war. They had an agreement to not take advantage of the Russians. However, several people from Xuanyang Society came on stage amid booing and were carried down amid booing.

In the evening, the Qing Dynasty imperial envoy to Japan, Wang Fengzao, sent someone to invite Bernepovsky to the embassy for a banquet three days later.

On the fourth day, the front-line disciples from the Divine Sword Hall, Fusang Hall, Martial Arts Association and other martial arts halls came to the stage to challenge, but they all returned in vain. The Russians were indeed divine and had many of them challenged their disciples. One of them was even seriously injured and died of vomiting blood that night.

In the face of hatred and bad reality, Toyama and other master figures could no longer sit still, and no longer cared about face or something, so they decided to have Toyama, the head of the Divine Sword Hall, Toyama, and the president of the Martial Arts Association, Naruo Ono, and the head of the Fusang Hall, Chito Yamamoto, take the final battle. In any case, they would defeat the Russian Benepovsky on the same day.

If you talk about morality, you may have to let the Chinese take action, which is absolutely not allowed! The three great masters made up their minds.

In the afternoon sun, Bernepovsky, who was full of wine and meals, had already begun to look forward to the evening minister banquet. The Chinese were extremely proud this time. He was born with brute force and was captured by the Chinese in the Far East of Siberia. These days were the most comfortable days in his life. What kind of tsar is he? The Chinese can give money and let themselves live a good life. Who are they not?

From Vladivostok to Tianjin by land, he fully witnessed the changes in this country. This is no longer a country that thousands of Cossack cavalry could bully at will a few years ago. The officials at all levels who met him had the dignity that scared him, and the amount of money and goods he was rewarded also satisfied. He was very interested in going to the island country in the East to show off his power and show his power to meet the requirements of these Chinese people.

"Challenge!" the arbitrator shouted loudly: "The challenger is commonly known as!"

"Martial Arts Association! Ono Kuyo!" The old man reported his name in a low voice.

Bonepovsky stood up lazily, looked at the old man beside the ring, thinking that it would take about ten punches to knock it down, right? But if you have to keep some strength, it wouldn't be fun to kill it.

Unexpectedly, this old man was not very easy to deal with. As soon as he hit Bernepowsky, he felt something was wrong. This old man was more flexible. Although his fist style seemed to almost bring his opponent down every time, he was always a little worse. Fortunately, these Japanese people seemed to only attack on the plate, and their occasional downward paths almost did not harm him. So he wasted slowly, as long as he caught a punch, the old man would definitely be ruined.

That's right, after ten minutes, Ono's Age-limited, his physical strength was no longer as flexible as he was at the beginning, and his breathing became thicker and louder. Bonepovsky finally aimed at the opportunity and punched Ono's Age in the chest. The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on the edge of the ring, which was where he was on stage.

"Herarchy! Victory!" The arbitrator jumped out and held up Bernepowski's right fist, lit up in the air. Bernepowski's face was full of pride and excitedly patted his chest as strong as a bear with his left hand.

The crowd watching the audience looked ugly, silent, and looked at each other in embarrassment.

Yamamo Chitu and Toyama looked at each other and were a little shocked. The Russians seemed to be flawless in defense, while the attack was extremely fierce. Once they were hit, it was difficult to guarantee that they would not be defeated like Ono Hiroo. Is there really no way?

"I'll go first." Shan Dao Qiantu pondered. His fist skills were the best. He was originally asked to put him in the end to ensure victory, but now he decided to appear early.

"It should be mine, Mr. Yamamoto." How could Toyama accept such an arrangement?

Shandao Qiantu smiled humbly and bowed, "If I lose, please don't challenge it anymore. Please ask Mr. Toyama to take care of the Fusang Pavilion." After that, he walked towards the ring.

Toyama originally wanted to stop it, but it was too late. The figure of Shandao Qiantu had already climbed the steps and said in a deep voice: "Fusangguan Shandao Qiantu, challenge Mr.

There was a sigh in the audience, and many people showed hope again.

The arbitrator whispered: "Mr. Bernepowski needs a half hour to rest. Please wait for Mr. Yamadao."

"No need!" Benepovsky screamed twice. Today he was very excited. He tried hard to pull off his upper clothes, revealing his body hair and strong chest and abdominal muscles, and shouted: "Come on!" After that, he was already a tiger roar and rushed towards Shandao Qiantu.

Shandao Qiantu turned around and leaped to one side lightly, which attracted thunderous shouts from the audience, "Okay!"

Although this leap was very beautiful, Shan Dao Qiantu still secretly felt terrified in his heart. The fist style of this bear is too strong. How could anyone practice the fist so strong! Human race!

Bonepovsky was extremely excited, and the strong wind entwined Shandao Qiantu firmly. Shandao had almost no ability to breathe, so he had to retreat step by step, while trying hard to resist the opponent's extremely domineering fist wind.

The cheers from the audience had long disappeared, replaced by the screams of wide mouths, which contrasted with the dangers facing Qiantu on the mountain road.

There was no way to retreat, and Shandao Qiantu still showed no sign of improvement. He didn't even have the chance to attack. While he was barely breathing, he suddenly stepped on the air and fell down from the arena!

No one responded so quickly. Shandao Qiantu fell heavily underground. Fortunately, there was nothing serious, but he was breathing a little violently. He looked at the audience who helped him up with shame.

Is it really up to Japan's reputation really up to itself? Toyama Takashi was a little nervous and excited. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly saw that Bonepovsky had disappeared on the ring. The arbitrator announced loudly: "The strongman of Bonepovsky is going to the banquet of the Qing Dynasty Minister Wang, so the challenge this afternoon ends here! There is one more game in the evening, and another one!"

As the sound of cheering, Toyama felt relieved and began to seize the time to think about how to deal with the strongman. He noticed that Huang Feihong and others were looking at him coldly and contemptuously.

The evening came soon. After the banquet, Bernepovsky seemed to have some light steps. Toyama, who was under the stage, felt a little happy and easily went on stage to sign up for the challenge.

The wine... seemed to have some problems. The groggy Bernepowsky was thinking about this problem in his head. He wanted to have a sleep, but the Chinese praise and orders came together, and he had to finish the evening game.

Come on, damn Japanese...

"Okay!" "Okay!" "Kill him! Kill him!" With thunderous cheers, Toyama became more and more brave as he fought, and punched Bonepovsky in the chest. The opponent seemed to have lost the ability to fight back. Toyama was looking forward to the fall of this bear, so he could raise his arms and shout "Great Japan's honor!"

Sure enough, like an earthquake, Bernepovsky, whose eyes gradually closed, slammed heavily on the ring, twitching a few times, and a few strands of blood remained from his mouth and nose, and he seemed to be dead.

Amid the cheers of Chongmu's hero, Toyama was just raised high, and he no longer had the chance to look at Benepovsky, who was lying underground like a dead pig.

Because he had beaten him to death.

"Takato Toyama!" The next day, the government police surrounded the Kyushu Pavilion. The leader was the police chief who commanded the police at Yasukuni Shrine a few days ago to stop the Kyushu Pavilion from rushing to the Kyushu Pavilion. Toyama felt a thrill in his heart, and an ominous premonition emerged in his mind. The dizziness caused by the celebration party last night seemed to be still there. He glanced at the other party proudly and said, "I am, is there anything I have to do with me?"

"What's the matter?" the police chief smiled coldly and said, "You are in big trouble! You are causing big trouble to Japan! You are killing foreigners!"

"What!" Toyama Takashi suddenly woke up and recalled the competition last night. It was true that something was wrong with the Russian man, but according to his strong physique, how could he beat him to death? He shouted in a deep voice with confusion and anger: "What are you talking nonsense!"

The police chief ignored him and directed the police behind him and said, "Catch him up and take him back!"

"What are you doing! What are you going to do?" Toyama's disciples worked hard to protect their masters, which is also the pride of Japan.

"Catch all those who dare to resist!" the police leader shouted, pulling out his pistol from his waist.

Toyama lowered his head and sighed, and asked, "Is he really dead?" Seeing the other party nodded, he said helplessly, "I'll go with you."

"Master!" The disciples exclaimed. Toyama Takashi turned around and said, "This is a conspiracy..."

Toyama was arrested at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Station. He faced the charge of murder, and his old friend Chito Yamamoto, because the police suspected that it was the joint attack of the two of them, which caused the Russians to die. Although he had full respect for Toyama, a samurai who maintained the dignity of Japan, the police really had no choice. Toyama's guy has caused too much trouble to the government.

The attack on the Yasukuni Shrine and forcibly joining the murderer who assassinated the Qing negotiating minister has caused great trouble to the government. Although Prime Minister Hirofumi Ito has been undermined, he still expressed dissatisfaction with this because Japan can no longer cause trouble. Now he killed another foreigner. Although Russia is a friendly country, it is difficult to predict how the Russians will react.

Of course, what the police did not expect was that Bernepovsky was not a Russian citizen, but a citizen of Vladivostok, Hubei Province. Wang Fengzao had already met with the head of the government, and on the sea of ​​Tokyo Bay, the Qing Dynasty patrol fleet had never left since arriving yesterday afternoon. The fleet's cannons were always aiming at the direction of Tokyo. The Qing army with more than 500 people in the embassy area was also frequently trained, and the shouts of killing could be heard from time to time.

Japan must make an explanation. This is the attitude of the Qing Dynasty.
Chapter completed!