I, Godzilla, the villain of Ultraman world

Chapter 252

"Brother Yang..."

Seeing the vicious bodyguard approaching, Xixi felt frightened and subconsciously grabbed Yang Xiaoye's arm.

"Girl, don't be afraid." Yang Xiaoye rubbed Xixi's little head with the other hand.

"Cover your eyes." He whispered again.

Xixi obediently covered her eyes with her two small hands, and then...

"Ah—" A shrill scream came.

Immediately afterwards, there was another bang, as if it had hit something.

Xixi parted her fingers curiously, exposing a slit, and looked forward. She found that the vicious bodyguard was gone, but there was a hole in the door of the office, as if it had been smashed by something.

As for the other bodyguards standing on both sides of the door, their faces were full of surprise.

"Kill...kill that kid!"

Inside the cave, there was a weak voice.

The rest of the bodyguards looked at each other, and then they looked at Yang Xiaoye fiercely, took out the electric baton, and rushed towards Yang Xiaoye.

Xixi was so frightened that she quickly closed her fingers and couldn't see anything, but she could hear the sound of fighting.

The duration was very short, almost... only a few seconds, and then there were painful wailing sounds from all around.

"Xixi, it's okay." A gentle voice came.

Xixi parted her fingers, and through the gaps between her fingers, she saw the bodyguards rushing over, all fell to the ground.

Did Brother Yang do it all?It's amazing... Xixi's heart is full of admiration.

"Let's go, let's go in." Yang Xiaoye took Xixi's little hand and pushed open the door of the office.

A bodyguard was lying at the door, staring at Yang Xiaoye in horror.

Yang Xiaoye stepped on the bodyguard's body and walked over.

When Xixi stepped on it, a look of unbearable expression appeared on her little face.

"Money or power? Or, all of them?" A deep male voice came.

Xixi opened her eyes wide and looked forward. Behind a desk sat a middle-aged man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with his hair brushed back, shiny and clean, with a clean and thin face. He looked like a scholar. .

"Are you the owner of this dance hall?" Yang Xiaoye asked with a smile.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded slightly. There was no panic on his face, and he was very calm. He had obviously experienced strong winds and waves.

"I can't tell." Yang Xiaoye said.

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Actually, I used to be a teacher. There was a disobedient student. I killed him, and I never became a teacher again."

"It's ruthless enough, no wonder you can open such a big dance hall in this bustling area." Yang Xiaoye said with a smile: "It's no wonder that so many people were arrested, but you are safe and sound."

"Well, did my people offend you?" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed.

A strange color flashed in Yang Xiaoye's eyes. Through a simple conversation, she knew why she came. It's not easy!
"This is my sister." Yang Xiaoye pointed to Xixi.

The middle-aged man glanced at Xixi and said with a smile, "Very cute little girl."

"Your people want to take him away." Yang Xiaoye said lightly.

"Who is it?" the middle-aged man asked.

"He's dead." Yang Xiaoye said.

The middle-aged man was silent.

After a while, he said, "Then what is your purpose?"

"Apology fee." Yang Xiaoye said.

"How much?" asked the middle-aged man.

"You can give it to you, at least you have to satisfy me." Yang Xiaoye said with a smile.

The middle-aged man was silent.

"President Ito, you are quite lively here."

Just then, a laugh came.

Hearing this laughter, the middle-aged man Ito also showed a smile.

Yang Xiaoye took a glance, only to see the person who came, it was a man, wearing a black samurai uniform, stepping on a pair of wooden clogs, with a samurai sword pinned to his waist.

"Chang Gong." Ito stood up and greeted with a smile.

When Yang Xiaoye arrived, he didn't stand up.

When the man in the samurai uniform arrived, he stood up.

Does he think that Yang Xiaoye's strength is not as strong as a man in a samurai uniform?
Chang Gong glanced at Yang Xiaoye and said casually, "Do you need my help?"

"I don't need it for now." Ito smiled lightly, then he looked at Yang Xiaoye and said with a smile, "You asked me to watch it just now?"

Yang Xiaoye nodded slightly.

Ito took out a coin from his pocket and said with a smile, "Is it enough?"

Yang Xiaoye smiled slightly.

Snapped!
A red handprint appeared on Ito's face, as if he was beaten by someone.

But Ito didn't see who hit him, and Changgong didn't see who hit him.

This is evil.

"Who? Who is it?" Ito covered his red and swollen left face, scanning around vigilantly.

"I'll give you a chance to answer again." Yang Xiaoye said lightly.

Ito stared at Yang Xiaoye firmly, "Is it you?"

"Impossible, he was standing here just now, how could he rush over and hit you?" Chang Gong quickly vetoed it.

Snapped!
A handprint also appeared on Changgong's face.

He was stunned.

I was slapped by someone, but I didn't see who slapped me at all!

"Impossible?" Yang Xiaoye smiled.

Chang Gong stared at Yang Xiaoye, "You really did it?"

Snapped!
On the other side of Changgong's face, there was also a red mark.

His whole face was swollen like a pig's head.

"Are you still questioning?" Yang Xiaoye was speechless.

"Ba Ga!" Chang Gong was furious, and being slapped in the face was a great shame to him!
"Even my parents haven't slapped me, I'm going to kill you!" Chang Gong pulled out the samurai sword from his waist, roared, and slashed at Yang Xiaoye.

"Kill him, kill him!" Ito also watched nervously.

Yang Xiaoye stretched out two fingers, and caught Changgong's samurai sword.

"What? Just use two fingers to clamp my knife?" Chang Gong was shocked.

Ito was similarly shocked.

Yang Xiaoye's two fingers twisted, and with a click, the blade broke off.

Then he shook his head at Chang Gong and said, "Too weak."

too weak?
Changgong glared at Yang Xiaoye, but dared not speak out.

Just based on the hand that Yang Xiaoye showed just now, he deeply understood that he was definitely not Yang Xiaoye's opponent!
If I force it, I am afraid that my life will be in danger 1
"Retreat first! Let my master come over and teach him a lesson!" Changgong gritted his teeth.

Then he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Did I let you go?" Yang Xiaoye's faint voice came.

"What else do you want?" Chang Gong turned around and glared at Yang Xiaoye.

"You stab me once, of course I will pay you back." Yang Xiaoye smiled slightly, and with a slight flick of the blade held between two fingers, the blade flew towards the long worker.

Chang Gong shrank his pupils and wanted to avoid it, but it was too late.

His physical reaction can't keep up!
With a puff, the sharp blade pierced through his body, cutting off one of his intestines, and the severe pain hit him like a tide.

He clutched his stomach and knelt directly on the ground, his face contorted from the pain.

Seeing this scene, Ito's eyelids twitched violently, and his eyes were full of fear.

This time, I've gotten into trouble!
Yang Xiaoye glanced at Ito, and said lightly: "You have thought about it, what should I say?"

After a moment of silence, Ito gritted his teeth suddenly, "This dance hall of mine is for you!"

"No need." Yang Xiaoye shook her head slightly, "Give me all your money."

After a moment of silence, Ito nodded bitterly, "Okay!"

Then he drew a card from his wallet.

"All my money is in this card, a total of 10 billion." Ito gritted his teeth, the hand holding the card was trembling slightly.

Obviously, he didn't want to give it, but he had to.

Yang Xiaoye accepted the card with a smile, lowered her head and said to Xixi, "Xixi, let's go."

Sisi nodded.

Then Yang Xiaoye took Xixi's little hand and left.

It wasn't until the backs of Yang Xiaoye and Xixi disappeared from Ito's eyes that Ito sat weakly on the chair.

Losing one billion all at once, his heart is bleeding!

"Fortunately, the dance hall is still there..."

He breathed a sigh of relief again, "As long as the dance hall is still there, all the lost money can be earned back."

"Did you forget about me..."

A faint voice came, "If you don't take me to the hospital, I'm going to fucking die."

Ito was startled, and quickly got up and walked towards Chang Gong, "If you don't say anything, I thought you had already died."

Long worker: "..."

Ito quickly called the hospital, and the hospital immediately arranged for an ambulance to come.

the other side.

Yang Xiaoye took Xixi out of the dance hall, just as he was thinking about what to do next, a group of people rushed towards the west.

"Hurry up, hurry up, if you go late, you won't be able to catch up with the good show."

"Why is this taekwondo gym fighting with the kendo gym?"

"I don't know."

"I heard that it was the kendo gym that killed the owner of the Taekwondo gym, and Feng Yuan, the big brother of the Taekwondo gym, brought someone to take revenge!"

"..."

There was a noisy discussion.

Originally, Yang Xiaoye was not interested in going to the theater.

But after the word "Fengyuan" came to his ears, Yang Xiaoye immediately became interested.

"Fengyuan...Leo?" Yang Xiaoye stroked her chin, "Is this Leo's world?"

"Well... go and have a look."

Immediately, Yang Xiaoye pulled Xixi to follow.

On the way, more and more people followed, wanting to watch the fun.

Yang Xiaoye also asked the people around. It turns out that the Taekwondo gym and the Kendo gym are the two largest martial arts gyms in this area. They compete with each other and the relationship has not been good.

From time to time there is friction.

But it's all small talk.

And yesterday, the owner of the Taekwondo Hall was invited to go to the Kendo Hall to discuss matters with the owner of the Kendo Hall, but he went standing up and came back lying down.

But there was no movement in the Taekwondo Hall.

But those who heard about it knew very well that this was the calm before the storm.

Sure enough, at noon today, a storm came.

All the taekwondo halls are dispatched to crusade against the kendo hall!

This incident also attracted widespread attention, and batch after batch of people rushed to the Kendo Hall to watch the excitement.

Yang Xiaoye and the others also arrived at their destination very quickly.

I saw that the square in front of the Kendo Hall was already full of people, with three floors inside and three floors outside.

Yang Xiaoye took Xixi and squeezed in smoothly. When he came to the innermost part, he saw two groups of people standing opposite each other.

A group of people, with their backs against the kendo hall, wore black samurai uniforms, with samurai swords pinned to their waists, and looked like they were from the kendo hall.

And another group of people, wearing white samurai uniforms, with black, red or white belts around their waists, and bare feet, they looked like people from the Taekwondo gym.

On the side of the Taekwondo Hall, the leader is a man, his eyes are staring at the other side coldly.

And the leader on the opposite side was an old man with gray hair and wrinkled face, at this moment he said in a hoarse voice: "Nephew Fengyuan, what do you mean?"

"This old guy should be the owner of the kendo gym." Yang Xiaoye touched his chin and thought to himself.

And Feng Yuan, who was standing opposite, clenched his fists, his face was trembling when he spoke because of extreme anger, "You killed my master, I want justice."

"Hehe, your master insisted on competing with me, and even signed a life-and-death certificate. He was inferior to others, and I beat him to death. Can you blame me?" The old man chuckled.

"My master came here alone at that time, we didn't know what was going on at that time, who knows if you set up some kind of conspiracy to trap my master!" Feng Yuan said angrily.

"Hmph, why do I need to plot against you when I kill your master, a trash? You think highly of your master." The old man snorted, his face full of disdain.

The anger in Feng Yuan's eyes became more intense, and the cold killing intent on his body made the surrounding people feel a little cold.

"I want to fight you one-on-one!" Feng Yuan roared through gritted teeth, "It doesn't matter whether you live or die!"

"Hehe, you are in the prime of life, and my master has already started to wither, so his strength is naturally not as good as yours. Why don't we fight together?"

Behind the old man, a man with a small size stepped on wooden clogs and stepped out.

With a confident smile on his face, he said to Feng Yuan: "You and I are both in our prime, so fighting like this is only fair!"

"This is... Miyamoto, the big brother of the Kendo Gym?"

"It's him!"

"I heard that he went to the west a few years ago and learned western swordsmanship. He combined the eastern and western swordsmanship to create a brand new swordsmanship. Even the owner of the swordsmanship gym is not his opponent."

"That's right, the current him can be regarded as the number one expert in the Kendo Gym."

"Feng Yuan's strength is not weak. Since his debut, he has never been defeated. It is said that when he was 25 years old, he defeated his master and became the number one master in the Taekwondo gym."

"The battle between these two must be very interesting."

"..."

The people around whispered, they were looking forward to the battle between Miyamoto and Fengyuan.

"Xixi, who do you think will win?" Yang Xiaoye asked Xixi with a smile at this time.

"The big brother with the sword, after all, he has a weapon." Xixi pointed at Feng Yuan again, "And this big brother doesn't have a weapon, so he will suffer."

"If you want me to bet on this big brother who doesn't have a weapon." Yang Xiaoye said with a smile: "If I lose, I'll treat Xixi to dinner."

Xixi's eyes lit up, "Sure!"

At this time, in the arena, Feng Yuan's cold eyes fell on the palace itself, and he said: "You are the same."

"Life or death?" Miyamoto asked.

"It doesn't matter whether it's life or death!" Feng Yuan roared.

"Then come on." Miyamoto took a step forward, raised his thumb, and the samurai sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed across the sharp blade.

"Send you to see your good-for-nothing master!"

Miyamoto grinned, drew his sword abruptly, and slashed at Fengyuan with the sword.

Feng Yuan's heart trembled, he didn't expect the speed of the opponent's sword to be so fast, he quickly sank his body, and his strength sank, concentrating on his legs, then his legs shook, his body moved out sideways, avoiding the opponent's attack. a sword.

Then Feng Yuan leaned closer and punched the opponent's head.

Feng Yuan's fist pierced through the air with a puff sound, and the wind of the fist he carried landed on Miyamoto's head, causing a sharp pain.

Miyamoto's eyes were fixed, but he didn't panic. He quickly retracted the samurai sword in his hand, and swept across Feng Yuan's waist.

If Feng Yuan insisted on punching Miyamoto's head, then Miyamoto's samurai sword would hit Feng Yuan's waist.

Such a sharp samurai sword might cut Feng Yuan in half!

(End of this chapter)