Rebirth of the Rising Sun

It seemed that they had been driving around in circles just now. However, Feng Sizhe understood all this. At a time when the Xing Clan was fighting the Yihe Clan, they had to be careful about everything. Otherwise, who knew if Feng Sizhe and his men were sent by the opponents? If they found their base camp and suddenly attacked them, it would be disastrous.

But then again, the Xing Family Class is indeed much more cautious than the Yihe Gang. At least Chen Hu did not find out where their base camp is after a lot of effort. This is unlike Huang Laoliu of the Yihe Gang. Although he has places to rest, it didn't take long for Chen Hu to find out everything. From this point of view, the leader of the Xing Family Class, Xing Zhongjie, is likely to be Feng Sizhe's master. Because when he was in the courtyard of his grandfather's house in Kyoto, he talked with Zhao Mingyuan's guards a lot. There were indeed some things that were communicated very deeply, and he reached a professional level in many things. In addition, he had fought a real war, so of course he had his own theory on how to put himself in a hidden position.

After Xing Zhongren spoke, the car really stopped circling. Feng Sizhe in the car just felt that the car was driving very smoothly, and then after turning a few small corners, the car finally stopped in a place that was not very quiet. Feng Sizhe in the car could hear someone singing nearby, and it felt like this place was not far from the city theater troupe.

The car finally stopped, and Feng Sizhe walked out of the car with his hands tied and his head covered. Then, with the help of the man beside him, he walked straight forward.

After about five minutes, he finally stopped. Then the blindfold on his head was taken off, but the ropes on his hands showed no sign of being taken off. It was obvious that the other party was still somewhat wary of him. Feng Sizhe was not completely fearless at this time. After all, he was alone in the tiger's den, without any reinforcements. If the Xing family did something to him now, he would have no choice but to die. Fortunately, he was very sure in his heart that the leader of the Xing family was his master Xing Zhongjie. It was with this confidence that he dared to come here as a hostage.

He was blindfolded and looked around. He found that it was a bright room, but also very empty. There was nothing in the room. There were only two big men standing beside him. There was no one else. He was standing there being stared at by the two big men.

"I want to see your boss." Feng Sizhe said without fear.

"Don't make noise, the boss will be here soon, just stay still." A big man yelled at Feng Sizhe. At the same time, he admired this man's courage in his heart, because most people would be too scared to speak in such a situation, or they would shout for help. How could he want to see the boss as if nothing happened? Didn't he know that there would be two fates after seeing the boss, one of which was to be killed, because he already knew the nest of the Xing family group, and people who knew this secret were either friends or dead.

Perhaps knowing that yelling at the big man would be useless, Feng Sizhe simply stopped talking and just walked around the room casually. At this time, a good mentality told him that he must prepare for the worst. That is, if the leader of the Xing family class is not his master, and he already knows the secret of the other party's lair, he may be killed by the other party next. At this time, if he moves his body more, maybe he will have the strength to fight back when the situation is the worst.

Feng Sizhe walked around the house slowly. In fact, he was really studying the terrain, silently calculating the length and width of the house in his mind, to make sure that when the fight started, he could retreat a few steps and how he could use this space in the house to launch the most effective counterattack.

After Feng Sizhe carefully walked around the room three times, a voice finally came from outside the door. "Who insisted on seeing me? You brought him here. Aren't you afraid that we will be discovered and have no place to stand?"

This voice sounded so familiar to Feng Sizhe at this moment, because he could really tell that this voice was the voice of his master Xing Zhongjie.

"Master." Feng Sizhe called out involuntarily, and then the footsteps outside the door paused, and then stopped for about three seconds. The sound outside the house started again, but this time his voice was so urgent, and soon a figure rushed into the house.

The man who rushed into the room obviously had some issues with his left foot, but Feng Sizhe saw him clearly, and of course the other party also saw him clearly. The two looked at each other, wondering who else could this man be but his master Xing Zhongjie?

"Young Master." As soon as Xing Zhongjie saw Feng Sizhe, he habitually called him the same name he often used to address Feng Sizhe in the Zhao family courtyard.

"Master." Feng Sizhe also shouted loudly and threw himself into Xing Zhongjie's arms.

Because his hands were tied, this action was not very smooth. Xing Zhongjie just held Feng Sizhe in his arms when he felt something, stretched out his hand and spun him around, then saw him waving his hand and slashing behind him. Then Feng Sizhe felt his hands loosen, and the wide rope used to tie him was cut off by Xing Zhongjie's palm.

"Master, I'm so happy to see you. When I heard your name, I felt it might be you, and when I saw your brother, I was almost confirmed. It's a pity that you didn't go to the banquet I hosted tonight, otherwise we would have met a long time ago." Feng Sizhe said excitedly, hugging Xing Zhongjie's waist.

"Oh my, I didn't know that you were the one who wanted to see me tonight. If I had known, I would have gone anyway. You've been wronged. Look, your hand hurts." Xing Zhongjie was also very happy. He patted Feng Sizhe's hand while speaking, and saw a few red marks on his wrist. "I say you guys hit hard enough. Aren't you afraid that you'll hurt the young master and we'll all be doomed? I tell you, if the young master really makes a mistake, believe it or not, there will be more than one army coming to suppress us. At that time, I'm afraid there will be no place for us in the world."

"Sorry, sorry, Mr. Feng, we really didn't know." Hearing what Xing Zhongjie said, the men standing beside him hurriedly apologized. Since they met, the fearless Xing had never said such a thing. It was precisely because he never lied that Meng Yi's words were more intimidating.

"Hey, Master, isn't this a case of no fight, no deal? It's okay, they did the right thing, don't blame them. Besides, the matter is not as serious as you said." Feng Sizhe waved his hands quickly, informing him that he was fine and that the matter was not as exaggerated as the master said.

"How can it not be that serious? Everyone in the Siheyuan knows how much General Zhao loves you. If you really have something to do, I can guarantee that what I just said will be fulfilled. You should know that General Zhao was known as Crazy Zhao during the war years. He will definitely go crazy again for you." Xing Zhongjie, who had stayed in the Siheyuan, knew very well how much General Zhao loved Feng Sizhe, and he also knew Feng Sizhe's status in the Zhao family. It is no exaggeration to say that in the Zhao family, Feng Sizhe is a treasure, a thousand-year-old treasure that cannot be touched or dropped.

"Haha." Feng Sizhe laughed. He didn't know what his grandfather would do if something really happened to him, but one thing was certain, that is, he would go crazy. As for what would happen after he went crazy, no one could predict it. "Oh, by the way, why is Master here?"

"Oh, it's hard to explain. By the way, why are you here? Why don't you stay in Kyoto? Why are you running here? You didn't sneak out again to play, did you?" Xing Zhongjie asked Feng Sizhe as if he had something to hide.

"Well, I have a lot to say to Master, so why don't we find a quiet place to have a good chat? My brothers are probably worried sick now, I wonder if I can call them to let them know I'm safe." Feng Sizhe saw that a lot of things must have happened during the time when Xing Zhongjie was away from him, and he wanted to find out more about it. He would definitely help as much as he could. But before that, he had to call Chen Hu and the others first, otherwise they really didn't know how worried they would be. If they didn't reply to him overnight, he might report to his uncle, and that would be a big deal.

"Oh, look at my brain. Okay, okay, you should notify your brothers. So you call them to come over. We are here at the Yongyang City Henan Opera Troupe. I'll have someone pick them up outside. And let's find a quiet place to have a good chat. I've missed Mr. Zhao a lot in these years. You can tell me about your situation." Xing Zhongjie slapped his head and then he remembered that the two of them were still talking while standing. This was not the way to entertain guests.

Soon, after Feng Sizhe called Chen Hu and the others to come over, Xing Zhongjie also found a quiet room, and the two finally sat together and started chatting.

Xing Zhongjie sat there with a bitter look on his face. He hadn't opened his mouth to speak yet, but Feng Sizhe could already feel the pain in his heart. And from the following conversation process, this fact was also confirmed. It seemed that Xing Zhongjie had indeed suffered unimaginable pain.