Chongming Small Station, 50 kilometers away from Shencheng, the train stopped slowly, and a small number of passengers were falling.

Tang Ye walked down with a felt hat and bearded, carrying a large package in his hand.

Outside the station, a black car was parked there early, and a young man was driving, while Aben was sitting in the passenger seat.

Opening the rear door, Tang Ye sat in and said, "I succeeded."

Aben looked at him and asked with concern: "Nothing happened, right?"

"Haha, what's the accident? Just kill a few Japanese people."

Aben heard this speechlessly: Just kill a few Japanese people...

You should know that the Japanese forces are at their peak. When Westerners encounter them, they have to retreat and dare to fight against the Japanese. The consequences are quite serious, but Tang Ye doesn't seem to be afraid at all.

His martial arts have really reached a mythical level, so he is fearless?

Thinking of this, Aben Bo was very glad that he was not Tang Ye's enemy.

Tang Ye asked, "Bao Aben, what are you going to make about this skull?"

Aben Bo replied: "After the establishment of the Japanese Concession, Shencheng was no longer safe. According to some news, the war was about to break out and was in danger. Therefore, the superior decided to hand over the skull to the Westerners for custody and transport it to foreign museums. When the domestic situation stabilizes, it will be taken back. This is the safest."

Tang Ye listened and said nothing. His mission has been completed and he will leave soon. The skull is something that belongs to this world and cannot be taken away. How to place it is their business.

The car was exercising, entering Shencheng faster than the train. When getting off the bus, Aben couldn't help but persuade: "Master Tang, you must go to the Heilong Martial Arts Club tomorrow? No matter if you win or lose, you will go without going back."

He paused and said, "Mr. Du's meaning is that he hopes you will think carefully and not act irritably. In the face of the country, you are just in need of a person with high martial arts skills like you."

Tang Ye smiled indifferently: "This is a world of guns and cannons. Martial arts are outdated. Besides, for this world, I am just a passerby. A martial arts practitioner, if you go through this journey, you will be happy."

As he said that, he left with great strides. He didn't hold an umbrella and let the rain and snow fall.

Seeing his tall and thin back, Aben sighed long. He did not understand what Tang Ye meant by "passenger", but subconsciously regarded it as a life sigh: Life is fleeting, like a passing horse passing by, a passing guest.

At a young age, I don’t know where the emotion comes from, but it’s probably because of the hardships.

Regarding the death of Wu Yishou and Yang Sanshou, Tang Ye must have blamed the Japanese, so he hated him so much that he wanted to go to the Heilong Martial Arts Hall to kick the hall at all costs.

What a pity.

...

This is the last time Aben Bo has seen Tang Ye...

...

"What? The skull was stolen?"

Late at night, Miyamotojiro roared angrily.

The subordinates who came back to report lowered their heads: "Banquan and the others all died in the carriage. This incident has alarmed the military. General Fujita was very angry and asked to send the body over and hand it over to the military doctor for dissection."

Miyamotoro sat on the cushion, shocked and angry, and felt difficult to understand: Who is so bold and dares to go against Japan?

Such cruel and fierce methods are very similar to the major case that happened on Xingyang Road not long ago.

Tang Ye!

But how did he know about Banquan escorting the skull south? He also accurately learned about trains, cars, etc.?

Behind the scenes, someone must have instructed me...

But it’s wrong. He is coming to the gym tomorrow? How could he go a hundred miles away the night before, risking injuries or even death and fighting with others?

The best explanation is that the so-called "playing" is simply a smokescreen, which is deliberately released to distract yourself.

Tomorrow, Tang Ye will not appear.

I think so, even though I know I'm here to die, who is so stupid?

"What a despicable Yanhuang Pig!"

Thinking about this level, Miyamoto was already out of his anger.

"Sir, General Fujita's Adjutant Sato is here and wants to see you."

"good."

Miyamoto took a deep breath and walked out.

Adjutant Sato was in his early thirties, with a beard, looking at the old man, wearing a pair of round glasses: "My Lord Miyamoto, it was General Fujita who asked me to come."

"What's up?"

"The autopsy report of Saburo Banzumi was released, and they were all beaten to death by heavy techniques. The other party is a master and very powerful."

Adjutant Sato said.

Miyamotoro asked in a deep voice: "What about that?"

"General Fujita is extremely suspicious of it being Tang Ye's hand."

Miyamotoro snorted without saying anything.

Adjutant Sato continued: "General asked me to tell you that tomorrow, the military will send two squadrons to maintain order."

Miyamoto's breathing suddenly became thicker: "I said that there is no need for the military to intervene. In addition, it is not certain whether the other party dares to come."

Sato said word by word: "The general means that since the other party declares through the newspaper, it will definitely come. The military does not want to intervene. If you can solve the problem, please rest early and welcome tomorrow's battle."

As he said that, he turned around and left.

Miyamotoro clenched his fists, then let go, and his eyes slowly calmed down: Adjutant Sato was right, tomorrow, honor and disgrace are the most important.

...

A night passed, and at dawn, the rain and snow weather that had been lingering for several days stopped. Not long after, thick clouds dispersed and red suns blew out.

Today will be a sunny day.

Early in the morning, groups of people came from various blocks of Shencheng to the Japanese Concession, as if they were flowing, and finally gathered into a river near the Heilong Martial Arts Hall.

After the newspaper propaganda and the people's calls, Tang Ye's announcement today is already known about the fact that he is coming to the Japanese concession to kick the restaurant.

Yan Huang was bullied and became a third-class citizen in his own country. In the concession, he even put the sign "Yan Huang people and dogs are not allowed to enter", which is a great humiliation. Anyone with a little bloody nature will feel a sense of anger in his heart.

However, the country is weak and the people are lowly, and they have nowhere to let go of their bad tempers, so they can only endure humiliation and live in silence. Therefore, learning martial arts to strengthen their body and strengthen their seeds has become a very popular view.

Yesterday, the man named Lang went to Feixia Road to play the hall and defeated Huo Gongzhe in public.

This battle means victory without any force.

But who cares about you?

If you lose, you will lose. People only care about the result.

When the last fig leaf was pulled down, it turned out that not only national strength, technology, industry... even the proud national martial arts are not as good as Japanese martial arts.

Countless people lamented, disappointed, sad, and even cried...

At this moment, Tang Ye actually spoke through the newspaper and wanted to come to the Heilong Martial Arts Hall to kick the hall.

Many people are not optimistic about this behavior and think it is suicide. But people see the rushing blood, the courage to fight, and the unyielding in Ning Weiyu.

So, the people made an appointment to go to the Japanese concession today to cheer for Tang Ye.

Among the crowd, reporters from newspapers and magazines came; representatives from all walks of life and circles came; the most conspicuous ones were the boxing disciples of the Jingwu Association, wearing hundreds of neatly garments, full of energy, and posing a huge banner on their heads: National martial arts Jingwu!

As he walked, he shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!