Hidden Assassin: Volume 6 Under the Blue Sky, Section 31? Quiet

It is one of the best hotels in Jianghai. The Guyuan Hotel has always been known for its luxury and completeness. The interior of the hotel is like a small resort city. In the entire 32-story hotel building, each Among the various restaurants, recreation rooms, gyms, indoor gardens, and arena branches, most of the living needs of residents as residents can be met here, even including the senior female candidates who are tacitly tampered with and the Large underground casino.

Since the Muay Thai team from Siriwang came to Jianghai, every night, they have basically been training in the largest fitness hall on the first floor of the hotel. This type of venue is fully open and has various fitness equipment. Anyone who is a hotel guest can go in and use it. In fact, the hotel’s facilities are complete, and there were originally medium-sized rooms that could be used by these people alone. However, Shiliwang and others still insisted on exercising in the open practice area in the lobby, and they often competed with others. In this way, the hall is conducted in a crowded environment, so every time these people practice, they will attract the attention of many people exercising in the hall.

At this time, the atmosphere inside the entire large fitness venue is somewhat depressed.

"It's going to fight again..."

"What happened this time..."

"These **** Thai Asan..."

"Asan is from India..."

From far and near, people exercising on fitness equipment looked to the side of the venue. Yihongwu Hall is still a bit famous in Jianghai. At this time, a large group of people are confronting the group of Thais. In the middle It is a judo competition venue composed of tatami mats. In the past, occasionally some fitness bosses did not speak at the right time, and they also had the habit of asking their bodyguards to compete here, with a group of people screaming and placing bets. This kind of competition is much safer than black punching underground. After the bodyguards have fought, the bosses laugh and feud, and they may become good friends afterwards. When Siriwang first played the first few venues in public, there were a lot of onlookers and many cheering, but later this group of Thais was too arrogant, which made everyone lose their favor. However, he couldn't beat him anyway. There is no way.

I exercised here at this time. Most of them are wealthy businessmen from other places, and of course there are also rivers and seas. Most of them have something to do with their wealth. The first one or two games can be regarded as a watch, but later the game is invincible. This is related to the sense of national honor. As for the confrontation over there, most of them were negligent in their discussions.

"Who can invite some useful people to kill their prestige? Boss Wang, didn't you say that there are some masters in your bodyguard..."

"Yes. The special forces who have been on the battlefield retreat, don’t you always say that those people are different from the general martial arts people. If you do it alone, the special forces can win the world championship. , To settle these Thai guys, I will give out a bonus of 500,000 yuan..."

"Mr. Fu, it is of course enough for the special forces to fight general championships or championships. You think I don't want to teach him. The man who was interrupted with a hand last Friday is said to be their instructor..."

"This Sirivan is different from ordinary boxers. He has also experienced life and death. He said he started Muay Thai in elementary school, but the conditions at his family were too poor. He went to Israel and served as a soldier. After several years To exercise. Only then has the reputation of the Muay Thai master..."

"Mom, how can we let him be so arrogant again? Our faces are almost lost... When I go back and spend money to invite a monk from Shaolin Temple..."

"The monks in Shaolin Temple generally don’t fight this kind of fight. I think there are arrangements for most of this matter. How can the country bear this tone? The army really has to pick one out to fight with him, it’s not impossible. Maybe..."

"Yes, yeah, this time Fang Zhitian came over, and I heard the wind saying that one of his bodyguards seemed to be the number one master of the National Security Bureau. I heard Boss Nie mentioned it, but I didn’t care at the time, no Do you know if it's true? Is it just to come over and fight with Shiliwang?"

"I think it's possible, let's see how this Thai guy died then!"

"But it looks like this today...oh..."

It is said that the reason for this incident today was that a certain Muay Thai boy injured a martial arts disciple when he went to Yihong Martial Arts Hall to play the battle book. The teacher who was in the town was not there at the time. The reason for coming here at this time is for people." Ask for an explanation", but for such a person, Xiliwang is adhering to the principle of saying nothing more than before. He is aggressive there, and the martial arts side has been so excited that they have changed their faces. The apprentices are all looking at the owner. . The master of the museum was still silent, thinking he knew he couldn't fight it, but if he encountered such a thing, he could only go out and fight. If he fought timidly, how could this martial arts museum be able to open in the future.

The commentators in the venue sighed for the people in the martial arts hall. At the entrance of the fitness hall, a group of hotel attendants gathered there at this time. Similar things have been going on in the hotel for half a month. Knowing that they were going to fight again at this time, they were discussing indignantly with the security guards at the door. When the foreman came from a distance, they disappeared as a bird and beast. At this moment, the master of the martial arts hall next to the venue finally couldn't help standing up.

The martial arts hall is called Yihong, and the owner is actually called He Yihong. Although the martial arts school I studied before has won some gold and silver medals in some martial arts competitions, the so-called martial arts is actually limited to physical fitness, of course. Practicing to this

The physical fitness is much better than the average person, and he can kill ten gangsters with his bare hands, but it is still far from the Muay Thai martial artist trained in the cruelest way. The reason why he is still preparing to fight is because firstly, in front of so many disciples, his face is definitely not saved, and secondly, he is really overwhelmed, because from the beginning to the end, Xiliwang, who is sitting behind, never looked straight. Pass him.

Wearing a Nike brand sportswear, the 30-year-old Muay Thai master sat at the back of the crowd, holding a Buddhist scripture in his hand and watching intently. His appearance was handsome, his skin was healthy, wheat-colored, and his face The outline of the body is like a knife and an axe, with a cold temperament enough to make most women feel good. At this time, he sits upright, his body only moves when turning the pages of a book, and the rest of the time is like a stone sculpture. The other party came to negotiate, but it was his eldest disciple Tilapa who had always come forward-the young man who was already flexing his hands and feet in the venue at this time.

"Mr. Siriwang, since you have to fight before talking, then I can't help it. Please advise!"

On the other side, He Yihong gritted his teeth and prepared to end. It was only then that Xiliwang took his gaze from the Buddhist scriptures for the first time and looked over: "Mr. He, your level is not worth my shot. My disciple, even if you win."

"You..."

"Hi, Master He, don't hesitate. Please go on stage." Interrupting He Yihong's anger, the young man standing in the field wearing yellow practice clothes laughed mockingly, folded his hands and bowed, "You want I know, everyone is practicing martial arts, whoever is right or wrong, think about it is to have played before...Sa! Wa! Di! Ka!"

"Okay, I will teach you first before saying..."

He Yihong was full of anger, pulled down the zipper of his jacket and was about to take off his clothes and play. One of his disciples ran over from behind: "Master, Master Ye is here. He told you not to fight." The one who ran up behind him was a middle-aged man who also wears casual sportswear. The body is burly, and the first impression he gives people should be a very fierce person, but those eyes are not fierce in any way. When He Yihong looked at him, he was taken aback for a moment: "Ye Han, why are you here?"

"My sister-in-law called me and Jingxian and said that you came to fight with the Thais, and you were crying on the phone. My wife told me to come here. Please. He, why are you getting old? So impulsive..."

"Where do I have the urge, I am here to reason!"

"I think you are already **** and ready to rush forward..."

"But they don't want to be reasonable."

"There is no need to fight, now it is a society under the rule of law. Martial arts is for strengthening and self-defense. It is meaningless for this kind of temperament fight, don't you know! What's more..." Ye Han lowered his voice, "Say no It sounds good. Master Ma, Master Chen, and the others are really able to fight. Didn’t they say that they also found a special forces coach to come over, and now they all have broken bones and lie down in the hospital..."

"Then I have to bear it? Ye Han, you have always been a warm temperament, so you never do a good job opening a small martial arts gym... Well, I don't want to talk about you, but I am now a martial arts gym. At this age, can I retire? Now my disciple has been beaten. I can retire or not. Don’t persuade me. Today’s fight is going to be done anyway, otherwise you say what to do..."

Many times, a man’s face is as great as the sky, but the two of them are brothers who used to study martial arts. They have been friends for so many years, and they are also very rare. Therefore, He Yihong did not insist on saying "You look down on it." Me" and the like. Ye Han sighed and didn't know what to say. Although his personality was indifferent, he never advocated this form of single-handed competition, but he also knew that there were many times when such a stand could not be avoided. He Yihong’s martial arts hall is already so big. If he doesn’t fight this time, how many disciples will be willing to learn martial arts from him in the future. Although the word is about strengthening the body, the vast majority of young people will be able to win after practicing martial arts. Other people's ideas. But what happened to the fight? I couldn't do it clearly. After the apprentice was beaten, the master sent him to the door and was beaten again. It was not easy to call the police. This feeling is really depressing.

The two talked here for a while, but a few more Thais came over and led a woman who looked like a reporter to Siriwang. The Thai man who was in the lead said Siriwang spoke, and the Muay Thai master who had been looking at the Buddhist scriptures with a serious face closed the book. For the first time, he had a gentle smile on his face. He said a few words and nodded. It is estimated that he will be interviewed in China. It feels like a long absence for him. And the female reporter wearing a black jacket also looked into the venue at this time, stayed on Ye Han's side for a few more seconds, and frowned slightly.

On the other hand, seeing the chattering between the two, the man practicing Muay Thai finally lost his patience: "The two have not said anything yet? By the way... Ye Han? I remember it seems to be there. In the list of Jianghai City’s martial arts halls, may I ask if your home is also a martial arts hall? Let’s come together." He can become Xiliwang’s big disciple, and his aptitude is naturally not bad. Since he wants to fight all over Jianghai this time, He had already obtained the list of all martial arts gyms in Jianghai City before, and he actually wrote down all the names of all of them.

Because I just arrived here and could not hear the previous dialogue, Ye Han frowned: "Are you Master Shiliwang? You shouldn't be the one who said this, right?"

"You have beaten me before you are qualified to fight with my master! But I think you can play together."

"Ye Han, don't interfere." He Yihong said, stepping into the competition arena first. "No matter how I play, this matter has nothing to do with Ye Han, but I still don't think I will be so weak that even other disciples can't beat me!"

He smiled, moved his muscles and bones, and walked forward. The man named Tilapa also smiled and shook his head, folded his hands again, bowed, and his gaze had turned into a feelingless indifference. Also at this time. At the back of the venue, the female reporter seemed to have said something, and the people around were a little surprised, Xiliwang also frowned and stood up. Afterwards, footsteps sounded in the already quiet space, and the woman turned around and walked directly onto the competition arena. For a while, the people around, as well as He Yihong and Tirapa in the venue, stopped with some doubts, and stepped onto the competition arena during this kind of duel. Obviously it is an unethical behavior, but they are beautiful women...Although Muay Thai fighters have good psychological qualities. When you start, you will never care about the gender of the other person, but it is impossible to throw them out like this.

"Miss Jane." In the rear, the man standing next to Siriwang shouted, "I don't know what your brother is having with Mr. Siriwang. I think this must be a misunderstanding... Well, even if No, you can sit down and talk about it..."

The woman did not stop, put her hands in her trouser pockets, and walked to Tilapa in front of her, making a rustling sound on the tatami: "The person who wants to talk to Mr. Shiliwan. It's not that you have to fight first. Have you ever...I was here to fight."

Siliwang frowned: "Miss reporter, this is not a joke."

"Is it a reporter." Looking at the woman who came by step by step, Tilapa stretched out her hands helplessly, "I have to remind you. The beautiful lady reporter, in Thailand, if you stop a duel, you will be beaten. . Even a woman must be mentally prepared to be beaten before stepping on the duel field, you..."

"Then are you ready?" said lightly, the woman stood half a meter in front of him. Although judged by the standards of a woman, she is tall, but she is close to 1.9 meters tall. For Tilapa, he was a head short, but he didn't know why, when the woman stood in front of him, he felt a little at a loss. Then, the woman turned her gaze to He Yihong: "You can go down now."

"But..." At this time, people from far and near training were also curious about the scene here. Originally thought it was the scene where the master of the martial arts museum was beaten, who knew that a beautiful woman was suddenly killed. It seemed that the competition was interrupted, and there was a lot of discussion all over the place. Tilapa was about to speak, and the woman looked at him faintly and repeated: "I said! Are you ready? Go ahead when you are ready!"

She wears a pair of glasses and puts her hands in her trouser pockets casually. The cool, intellectual beauty does not look like she is going to fight with others anyway. Tilapa's face changed a few times, and he said in Chinese every word: "I'm not kidding you!" On the side, several thin men who followed Siriwang to learn Muay Thai were already yelling in Thai.

"Brother, teach this woman!"

"Beat her!"

"Such a woman will not learn if she doesn't teach..."

"Let her know the pain!"

Amidst the noisy and yelling, the two faced each other quietly. Under the indifferent eyes of the woman, the tension in Tilapa's heart had already condensed. The honor of Muay Thai, the duel should not be lightly insulted. A lesson from the woman... even he himself didn't notice, all kinds of complicated thoughts surged up in this faint gaze, and his mood completely lost the peace needed for Muay Thai. Finally, the woman closed her eyes.

The sound of the sound at that moment can be heard throughout the venue.

"Shoot!"

In the venue with a lot of noise just now~IndoMTL.com~ After this cold female voice, it suddenly quieted down. It was as if someone suddenly shouted in the ear and was shocked. At the same time, in the field, Tilapa yelled and shot out uncontrollably.

Everyone knows that he made a move, but apart from Siriwang’s Muay Thai master-level missions, I’m afraid I don’t know how he did it, because at the next moment, his body is facing the side like a cannonball. Flew out.

The moment he shot, the woman stretched out her right hand and threw him directly to the side like a garbage bag, and the Thai man, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, was at that moment. Completely lost the ability to resist.

In the sight of everyone, the woman just waved her hand casually, the man in front of her disappeared, the next moment, there was a bang, three treadmills a dozen meters away collided together, and both of them were turned over. Falling to the ground, some detachable parts on the treadmill danced and scattered, and Tilapa's body appeared among the pile of steel parts. After struggling for a few times, he couldn't move anyway. Blood was spit out from the mouth, and the bones of his left hand were completely. Broken, the broken bone pierced out directly from under the skin, carrying the blood and meat, forming a scene of indescribable horror. The world is quiet...