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Ye Zhen unbuttoned the cuffs of his white shirt and walked back to the car.

Xuan Lin was lowering his head and fiddling with the phone, without raising his head, he said, "You should get back the wallets of those brats! Do you know how much it costs to repaint, Long Jiwei will go crazy... Forget it , In fact, selling a few punks is not enough..."

"Uncle Xuanlin," Ye Zhen said, "Actually, I have an idea."

Xuanlin: "...?"

"We can buy a garland, the size of which can cover the paint marks, and write a note of 'Mom I love you' on the garland to block the scratches on the front cover of the car. If Long Jiwei asks, just Said we just wanted to fix the car..."

Xuanlin was overjoyed and said: "Good idea! But I think what to write on the note can be reconsidered. For example, 'wife, I love you' is more sincere!"

Seeing that the fish was hooked, Ye Zhen smiled and said nothing.

Xuanlin, on the other hand, was ignorant, not at all wary of cunning humans, and happily drove home.

That night, he bought a big rose wreath near his home, bought gold paper red paint under Ye Zhen's instigation, and wrote a big "wife, I love you".He pasted the note on the garland, and the garland was pasted on the hood of the car. Director Long Da of the National Security Ninth Division's beloved car, the Land Rover, suddenly looked like a wedding car.

After finishing everything, the father and son went home happily. From afar, they saw Long Jiwei watching over the door, the expression on his face was very chilling.

"Ye? Ten? Three? Small? Same? Students." Long Jiwei said every word.

Ye Zhen immediately hid behind Xuanlin: "Mom! I think you should go and see the gift Uncle Xuanlin gave you first! He redecorated your car, you will definitely like it!"

"Student Ye Shisan," Long Jiwei said, "do you think I will be distracted by such a clumsy method? I have heard that you fought with your classmates at school and dragged their children into the school medical office." Room...and who do you call mother?!"

Ye Zhen swears: "Mom, I never lied to you. Uncle Xuanlin has put a lot of thought into it. You go down and have a look before you come back and beat me..."

Comrade Xuanlin was triumphant, wagging his tail at Long Jiwei.

Long Jiwei was silent for a while, and went downstairs to look at his car.

Pity our omnipotent Comrade Xuanlin, at this point, he has not seen through the sinister motives of cunning human beings, and followed Long Jiwei down the stairs triumphantly. He saw the Land Rover pitifully parked by the side of the road, with a huge wreath of pink roses.

Wife, I love you—a few big red and gold letters fluttered in the wind, so majestic that people can't wait to tear them off and slap their mouths in the face.

"..." Long Jiwei's facial expression was mostly hidden in the darkness, and after a long while, he finally said grimly: "What did you do to my car..."

Ye Zhen hid upstairs, listened for a long time, and finally heard Xuan Lin crying and crying, "Calm down, my wife! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh—it's not a car crash! I swear it's not a car crash! No no no no This is not my idea, wife, I love you!... Wife! Wife! Long Jiwei! Director Long Jiu——! You give me a little bit!! I am a dragon anyway! If you want to hit, don’t hit your face! ah--!!"

Ye Zhen made a "Yeah!" gesture with a paralyzed face, packed up and went in for dinner.

These days, everything cannot be resorted to by force. Some problems must be solved by wisdom.

Our little classmate Ye Shisan traveled through time and space to the modern age, and he is able to do a job with ease, is it true?Brave and wise.

While Ye Zhen was happily and cherishing Long Jiwei’s hand-cooked clear water vermicelli (…), in a certain martial arts gym in Dalian, a Japanese black belt in karate uniform violently kicked the curator. Except off the field.

There was a loud bang, and the student exclaimed, "Uncle Chang!"

Several martial arts coaches fell on the ground, all of them clutching their wounds and unable to get up, groaning all over the floor.

Curator Chang stopped the students who came to help him, stood up tremblingly, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Your country's masters are really powerful, we admit defeat."

The Japanese black belt immediately retreated, bowed and said in blunt Chinese: "Thank you for your advice!"

Immediately after retreating behind Kurosawagawa, he bowed deeply at ninety degrees.

Kurosawa raised his hand slightly to signal him to get up.

His assistant Xiao Yuan Chichun smiled, looked a little complacent, and said slowly: "It seems that there are no other masters in your house who can fight. We can barely count this round as our victory."

A few young and strong students glared at him, but they didn't dare to speak up.

Xiao Yuan turned to Kurosawa and asked for instructions: "Sir, it's getting late now, should we go back to the hotel first, or go directly to the next one?"

He said this in Chinese, which shows that he is extremely arrogant.

The group of masters supported by the Kuisawa family have swept through more than a dozen local martial arts gyms during this period of time, and no one dares to show their sharpness wherever they go, they can be said to be invincible.In the beginning, there were some people who dared to challenge the Japanese with their own abilities, but they all returned in succession, and no one dared to provoke these Japanese people anymore.

In just a few weeks, when people in the local martial arts circle heard the name of the Kurosawa family, all their legs turned limp, and they wished to close the door of their own martial arts gym to avoid the limelight for the time being.

As a result, Kurosawagawa lost interest, and said lightly: "Go back to the hotel, I won't be able to find Ye Zhen in the painting for a while."

A group of people were about to go out, when suddenly a young disciple rushed in from outside the door, and shouted in a panic: "Uncle Chang! Uncle Chang! Coach Zheng is not good! Come and have a look!"

I saw two young coaches, supporting a tall and strong man with great reluctance, stumbled into the gate of the martial arts hall, followed by a few young men with colorfully dyed hair and wearing red sportswear from the martial arts school.Coach Zheng didn't know what kind of injury he suffered. There was no trace of embarrassment on his body, but his steps were weak, half of his shoulders were slumped, his cheeks were crooked, his expression was in a daze, and he couldn't speak.

Kurosawa glanced at them, knowing that this was something inside the martial arts gym, and he didn't care too much, so the two groups brushed shoulders and walked over.

Curator Chang hurriedly greeted him: "What's wrong with Xiao Zheng? What are you doing outside?"

"Uncle Chang!" "Uncle Chang! Brother Zheng was beaten!"

"What's going on, where did you hit?"

"I don't know, that person is a junior high school student!" A martial arts school student with red hair trembled and said, "That person is too domineering. He even broke both of our eldest brother's hands. He has already been sent to the hospital!"

Director Chang was quite surprised, and he didn't have time to find out why the junior high school students fought with them, so he could only ask repeatedly: "Where was the beating? Where was Xiao Zheng being beaten? Call an ambulance! Hurry up!"

A group of disciples scattered like birds and beasts, and hurriedly called 120.

"We don't, we don't know where it was hit. The kid moved too fast... I just saw him knock on Brother Zheng's back, and just once, Brother Zheng couldn't stand up suddenly..."

Another student from the martial arts school hurriedly said: "There is more! The kid pointed at Brother Zheng's ear before leaving!"

Kurosawa had already walked to the gate of the martial arts hall, but when he heard this, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

I only heard that Director Chang was puzzled and asked, "Did you point it out?"

"Yes yes yes! I just clicked with my hand, and then Brother Zheng couldn't speak well!"

"I could still speak, but now I can't even swallow my saliva!"

"It's just pointing with the index finger, it's not heavy, Brother Zheng chased after two steps and failed to catch up, that person left!"

Director Chang hastily ordered people to put Coach Zheng down, unbuttoned his clothes and checked his back, but found no scars.There is only a finger-sized origin on the back shoulder, and the color is dark. If you don't look carefully, you can't see any abnormalities at all.

Curator Chang wondered: "I'm not injured, why can't I stand up? Did I fall on my spine or sprain my ankle?"

Coach Zheng lay on the ground weakly shaking his head, wanted to speak but couldn't speak, and couldn't close his mouth.

"What's going on with his face? The man pointed at his face, why?"

Several punks looked at each other, and after a while, the one who stood closer frowned, and said, "It's just a little bit like the index finger, gently...it didn't take much force, Brother Zheng didn't call at that time...but then his face became paralyzed. Already!"

Kurosawa's pupils shrank instantly, turned around and walked forward quickly, and said sharply, "Show me!"

He spoke Chinese extremely fluently, and his aura was so shocking that several martial arts students couldn't help but take half a step back and looked at the Japanese in surprise.

Kurosawa knelt down halfway, and the assistant took out a small flashlight to illuminate him knowingly.

The color of the dot on Coach Zheng's back shoulder is gradually getting darker, and its area is gradually expanding.At first it was almost imperceptible, but now it has a slight bluish tinge.

Kurosawa pressed lightly with his hand, and said in a low voice, "Jianjing acupoint."

Xiaoyuan Chichun's expression changed with nervousness: "Yes—is it him?"

Kurosawa didn't make a sound, and gently turned Coach Zheng's face to look carefully at his ears.

The strange thing is that there is no mark on his ears. Although a few gangsters firmly assured that the boy tapped his ears, Coach Zheng did not leave any fingerprints on half of his face.

As far as Kurosawa's research on acupoint acupuncture is concerned, he knows that there are many schools of this kung fu.Different acupuncture schools use different techniques, some use fingers, some use fists, some even use elbows, and some even use fists more powerfully.It is true that the finger is like a sword, and the wind can extinguish a candle. Without more than 30 years of hard training, it is impossible to practice that kind of state.

Judging from the wounds on Shan Dichong's body, the Chinese boy named Ye Zhen would leave finger marks on the acupuncture points after acupuncture.

That's because he is still young and his internal skills are not in place.After reaching the level of a real master, the acupoints can be controlled by lightly stroking with fingers, and there is no trace on the skin, and people can kill people invisible without anyone noticing.

Kurosawa frowned, moved the small flashlight closer, and pressed his fingers along several large points on Coach Zheng's face. Suddenly, he moved his fingers and said, "——Dumb door."

Curator Chang asked curiously, "You...what did you say?"

"He was acupointed at the Yamen acupoint, so his facial muscles were paralyzed, his throat was hoarse, and it was difficult for him to speak."

Director Chang was completely stunned, and his first reaction was nonsense, but seeing Kurosawa's solemn expression and sharp eyes, he knew he was not joking.

"When the young man nodded his acupoints, his technique was extremely delicate and sophisticated. He didn't press the Yamen acupoint directly, but injected internal force into the adjacent meridians, and the vibration extended from the Du Meridian to the intersection point of the Yangwei Meridian, impacting the center of the medulla oblongata. Not only did it make him dumb, but it also made him lose his facial nerve, and his muscles were paralyzed and he couldn’t move. It’s useless for you to send him to the hospital. Doctors won’t be able to see this kind of trick.”

Curator Chang said in disbelief: "—Acupressure?!"

Kurosawa ignored him, and stared at the gangsters from the martial arts school: "What does the man who is doing acupuncture look like?"

"Junior high school student, very skinny, from the middle school next door..." The little gangster made comparisons tremblingly, and said, "It's about this tall, looks like a girl..."

Xiaoyuan Jinchun hastily unfolded the scroll: "Is it this person?"

The Ye Zhen on the scroll was after all based on the dictation of Miss Yingbin back then, so it is far from the real person, only a resemblance.The little gangster squinted his eyes to recognize it for a long time before hesitatingly said: "Bad, almost—that's right! That person left his name!"

Kurosawa said in a deep voice, "Is it called Ye Zhen?"

"Ye Zhen? No, what is it called Mao..." The little gangster patted his head and said firmly, "Mao Qingxi!"

Now Kurosawa and his party were stunned.

"Yes, it's called Mao or something, and it's in the junior high school next door. Their family is quite rich, they drive a Land Rover, and his dad even picks him up from school!"

Kurosawa frowned slightly.

Xiaoyuan Chichun said in a low voice: "Sir, Ye Zhen may not be his real name. We checked all the local household registrations and ruled out all those named Ye Zhen..."

Kurosawa nodded almost invisible, turned around and strode out.

At this time, Director Chang rushed up to stop him, and said eagerly: "Mr. Kurosawa! Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you leave, what will Xiao Zheng do with his injuries?!"

Xiaoyuan Chichun laughed and said, "Anyway, no one can die..."

"His injury is not serious, and he can be decocted with old wine for three qian, and he can unlock the Jianjing acupoint as soon as he wakes up." Kurosawa interrupted his assistant, striding past Director Chang, while being indifferent He said: "As for the Yamen acupoint, just find a traditional Chinese medicine massager for half an hour. Remember not to fight with others within half a year, and don't make a lot of noise and get angry. Otherwise, if it recurs, his cervical spine will not be healed in his life. gone."

Director Chang eagerly followed him a few steps: "If it's not good..."

"Impossible. The person who tapped the acupuncture point only wanted to give a lesson, not to kill anyone, so the force in his hand was extremely light." Hei Ze walked to the door, paused, and said without looking back: "——Otherwise, you only need to do it again." Click, that Mr. Zheng is already dead at this moment."

"..." Director Chang's face was pale and he froze in place.

As Kurosawa walked down the steps of the martial arts hall, the assistant quickly stepped forward and opened the car door for him.

"I didn't expect that Ye Zhen is still a soft-hearted person."

When he said this, his tone was very light, and he couldn't tell whether it was joy or anger, or a three-point mockery.

The assistant took a careful look at his expression, not daring to speak.

"Is his real name Mao Qingxi, Mao Qingxi..." Hei Ze slowly said the name, although his tone was disdainful, his eyes were as excited as if he had found an opponent: "—I remember this person."