1197: C1197 Satire

C1197 Satire

There might be a vicious battle in the future, so he had to conserve his energy and maintain his peak condition.2

Every mission was very dangerous, even the slightest mistake could cost him his life. Wang Feng had never dared to be careless!

Daybreak had arrived.

Taki and Yamamoto Qinyin woke up at the same time. After washing up, they ate their breakfast and returned to their hotel rooms.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Taki took out a square box, from which he took out a human skin mask, and stuck it on Yamamoto Qinyin's face like a mask.

After a few minutes of exquisite embellishment, no one was able to recognize that this ordinary-looking girl in front of them was Yamamoto Qinyin, who was so beautiful that many young men were tempted by her beauty.

After finishing Yamamoto Qinyin's appearance, Taki put on another ordinary face in front of the mirror.

Then Taki sprayed Yamamoto Qinyin and himself with two different perfumes.

These two bottles of perfume were casually bought on Taki Street in order to conceal the unique scent on their bodies.

Ninja had gone through special training and his nose was exceptionally sensitive. All the people in the Yamamoto Family were familiar with them and they didn't want to be recognized because of the smell.

After everything was ready, Taki smiled at Yamamoto Qinyin, "Qin Yin, what if I die and you don't avenge me? Your father won't make things difficult for you." Go back to China with Wang Feng, don't come back. "

"Sister Loong!" Yamamoto Qinyin's eyebrows shot up in anger. "We agreed to go together. Even if we die, we die together!"

"Hehe, foolish girl." Taki patted on Yamamoto Qinyin's head, "Let's go!"

Yamamoto Feng's funeral was arranged at Zhao He Temple on the outskirts of Jianghu, and Ninja believed in Buddha as well. It had to be said that it was a great irony.

However, Yamamoto Tailang had another meaning for arranging the funeral in the temple in the suburbs. Only he himself knew what he was thinking.

Yamamoto Tailang thought that his arrangement was flawless, but before the funeral had even started, Miura You in police uniform appeared in front of him.

They were all old friends. Seeing Miura You come, Yamamoto Tailang was full of smiles: "Officer San Pu, what brought you here?"

Miura You said lightly, "I heard your son was ambushed in the hospital in the early hours of the morning. I suspect it's a gang fight, so we have to watch out to prevent any accidents. I don't want to resign."

"Hehe, Officer Sanpu, we are serious businessmen. I deeply regret that we did not take care of what happened at the hospital in the early morning." Yamamoto Tailang was smiling, but in his heart, he was furiously cursing.

Miura You was wandering around with more than a dozen policemen. How could he do anything!

"Whether or not it is related to you guys is not up to you guys to decide, nor is it up to me to decide. It is the evidence that matters." Miura You said in a lukewarm manner, "Before I find out the truth, I have the duty and the right to keep an eye on you. It's just a funeral, is there a need to be so resistant to the police? "

"Resist?" Yamamoto Tailang laughed, "Officer San Pu can come. This is giving me, Yamamoto Tailang, face, so how can I resist? Officer San Pu, do whatever you want, I'm going to do something, just come find me anytime, hur hur. "

Watching Yamamoto Tailang turn to leave, Miura You slowly took out a cigarette, lit it up, and started smoking: "Yamamoto Tailang, Killer's Home …" Sooner or later, I will have to repay the debt you owe my superiors! "

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