Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

In fact, without Yu Jia's reminder, Jiang Ran's spiritual sense immediately sensed the murderous intention behind him.

His expression was indifferent, and the coldness in his eyes flashed away.

"court death."

Jiang Ran completed the step and turned around in an instant.

His left leg twisted in place, and his right leg drove his body around half a circle like a whip, and followed the inertia and whipped directly behind him.

The energy of the Nine Tribulations surged on his right leg, and a terrifying sound of breaking wind was directly heard.

"Xuanjian-kun, Masako-hime is..." Matsumoto Yusuke realized something was wrong the moment Masako Suzuki attacked with a knife.

From the sound of Suzuki Masako's clean surrender, he realized the terrifying strength of this young man, and his sophisticated intuition reminded him that such a sneak attack would definitely be in vain.

But when he heard the violent movement of Jiang Ran's whip leg, Matsumoto Yusuke still felt panicked.

boom--

Jiang Ran's thunderous kick, before the tip of Suzuki Masako's knife touched him, directly hit the head of this woman with a princess-cut high ponytail, who looked extremely charming and lovely.

The people present only heard a burst of explosion, and then Suzuki Masako stopped his momentum and stood still.

Looking closely, I realized that this choppy, extremely charming woman had turned into a headless corpse.

The blood was mixed with a bunch of sticky debris and directly splashed all over the faces of Matsumoto Yusuke and Watanabe Ichiro who were nearest.

Ichiro Watanabe subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked it, thinking to himself: (It turns out that the blood of such a beautiful Suzuki Hime tastes the same as that of ordinary people.)

What followed immediately was the unsuppressible pain and mourning. He was like a puppy that had lost its owner. He tremblingly threw himself at the body of Masako Suzuki who was slowly falling to the ground, his body twitching and whimpering.

Matsumoto Yusuke seemed to be stupid, his face no longer showed the false smile and hidden sarcasm. He blankly wiped the debris and blood on his face.

Jiang Ran put down his right foot and kept his hands in his jacket pockets, not even taking them out during the whole process.

"Xuanjian! Xuanjian!"

As Masako Suzuki's head exploded, cheers erupted from the audience, seemingly excited that he had killed the island native.

But people's joys and sorrows are not the same. Matsumoto Yusuke only felt that everyone was laughing at his upcoming tragic fate.

The reason why he dared to let Masako Suzuki fight was because he fully understood this place. The most powerful fighter he could find in a short period of time was Sirius.

Even knowing that Tianlang could not be Suzuki Masako's opponent, he was still careful not to let her appear.

Yusuke Matsumoto knew that the real mastermind behind Liu Weicai might contact a more powerful boxer, but when the opponent came, he would directly let Masako Suzuki off without giving him a chance.

But what is going on now?He clearly looks like a guy who sharpens Masakoji's knives, so why does he have such terrifying strength?

Matsumoto Yusuke couldn't understand, but he knew that after he went back, he would definitely have to face the punishment of the Second Sword Club, and it was very likely that he would end up worse than Tianlang.

But he didn't dare to escape at all. If he didn't bring this news back, no one in his family would survive.

"Liu Sang, I need an explanation."

Matsumoto Yusuke took out a handkerchief from his arms and simply wiped his face. He looked at Liu Weicai with his eyes like a hungry wolf despite the blood and debris that had not been wiped clean.

Liu Weicai's glasses were actually splattered with a little blood, but he didn't bother to wipe them off.

To be honest, if you asked him about his current mood, he would definitely feel happy and panicked at the same time.

Jiang Ran kicked Masako Suzuki's head off with a kick. Not only did he help him get his place back, but he also avenged Sirius.

But the problem now is that the identity of the dead Masako Suzuki is somewhat valuable.

She is the granddaughter of the president of the Erdao Society.

If Ichiro Watanabe had died under this kick, Liu Weicai would not have cared.

To be honest, he didn't expect things to suddenly develop to this point. He was very happy when Suzuki Masako gave up.

The other party was not injured, and the bet was won back. It was a win-win situation.

But Masako Suzuki's sneak attack with a knife was beyond everyone's expectations. Who would have thought that such a decisive, charming, and proud woman could do such a sneak attack?

"There is also this murderer who has no bushido spirit." Matsumoto Yusuke didn't care about Liu Weicai's ugly face, "He chose to kill Masako after she gave up."

"This is not in line with the spirit of the samurai. He must be tried by the laws of the empire."

Yusuke Matsumoto talked a lot, leaving Liu Weicai speechless.

He didn't expect that this island native, who seemed to be a wealthy man, would act as if he had lost his brain stem after seeing Masako Suzuki die.

Why didn't you say a word about Masako Suzuki's sneak attack?

Seeing that Liu Weicai had not spoken, Yusuke Matsumoto couldn't help but put forward his own conditions.

"Liu Sang, I hope Xie Yuanjun can go to the Erdao Society with me, explain the cause of Masako Ji's death to the president, and make corresponding compensation."

"In addition, I want you to hand over this murderer to the Second Sword Society for disposal."

"Only in this way can the anger of the Ersword Society be calmed down a little."

When Liu Wei heard his first words, he had already given up struggling and directly recorded his words and sent them out.

"Mr. Matsumoto, this is Mr. Xie's reply. Please listen carefully."

As soon as he received the reply, Liu Weicai raised his phone and turned on the external speaker.

"Let them go away." A magnetic man's voice came out, with a hint of strong dissatisfaction in his tone.

"When will it be the island country's devils' turn to pretend to be like me?"

"Tell them that not only have they lost the bet, but also the 12 billion they won by betting is gone. If they want it, let their president come to Nandu to ask me for it in person."

When Liu Wei heard these words, he immediately understood that his boss felt that the matter could not be reconciled because of the death of Masako Suzuki, so he chose the toughest attitude and smiled calmly at the moment.

"Did you hear that? Mr. Matsumoto."

Matsumoto Yusuke's face instantly turned as black as coal. He glanced around and knew that the other party did not intend to continue the negotiation on the terms of his departure. He understood that this was about to break the relationship.

"Watanabe-kun, restrain Masako-hime's body, let's go." Yusuke Matsumoto said nothing. In this case, his only choice was to go back with Masako Suzuki's body and explain everything clearly.

Jiang Ran looked at this scene with a bored expression, thinking only about leaving: "Liu Weicai, prepare a speedboat for me quickly."

The smile on Liu Weicai's face suddenly disappeared. Then he remembered the murderer and said hurriedly: "You go and sit down below for a while. After the finance department transfers the money to you, I will immediately arrange a speedboat to take you back to Nandu."

Jiang Ran didn't reply. He greeted Yu Jia with his hands crossed and walked towards the exit.

Yusuke Matsumoto quickly passed him, his figure looking much cooler than when he came.

Behind him was Ichiro Watanabe, who looked overly sad but seemed calm. This short Japanese man hugged Masako Suzuki, whose upper body was covered. When he walked to Jiang Ran's side, he glanced at him with a malicious look.

Jiang Ran stopped immediately, thought for a moment, picked up the fallen katana with his foot, and then shouted to Ichiro Watanabe.

"Wait! You haven't taken her knife yet."

Watanabe Ichiro suddenly turned his head, only to see Masako Suzuki's katana, like a sharp arrow, suddenly piercing through between his eyebrows.

A line of blood splashed out, and Ichiro Watanabe fell to his knees with a pop, falling headfirst on the body of Masako Suzuki.

He thought to himself: (Suzuki Hime’s sword is so beautiful.)