Hidden Assassin

As one of the best hotels in Jianghai, the Grand Park Hotel has always been renowned for its luxury and full amenities, the entire interior of the hotel, like the same small resort city, throughout the 32nd floor hotel building, a variety of restaurants, entertainment rooms, gyms, indoor gardens, stadium segments, among which, as guests, the vast majority of their living needs can be met, even including high-end recruits who are undeclared and large casinos located underground.

Since the arrival of Siriwang's Thai boxing team in Jianghai, every evening, they have basically been trained in the biggest fitness hall on the ground floor of the hotel. These venues are fully open and all kinds of fitness equipment are available. As long as they are hotel guests, they can be used inside. In fact, the hotel is fully equipped and there are medium-sized rooms available for these people to use alone, although Silvan et al. insist on practicing in open practice areas in the lobby, often in close consultation with people, and in such a lobby environment, so that every time these people practice, the eyes of many who exercise in the lobby are drawn to them.

At this time, the atmosphere was somewhat depressing throughout the interior of the large fitness venue.

“We're going to fight again...”

“What's the matter this time...”

“These damn Thai assholes...”

“Sansan belongs to India...”

Far and near, people working on fitness equipment looked to the side of the venue. Ye Hong Wu Hall was a bit famous in the Jianghai, at a time when a large group of people were confronting the group of Thais, in the middle is a Judo competition field consisting of tatami. In the past, when there are occasional inconsistencies in the speech of some gym bosses, there is also the habit of calling their own bodyguards to compete here. A group of people shout and place bets beside each other. This kind is much safer than playing black boxing underground. After the bodyguards have fought, the bosses may smile and become good friends after that. When Silvan had just played in the first few games in public, there were many spectators and many cheers, but then the Thai people were so arrogant that they lost their good feelings. However, there was no way to beat him on their side.

At this time, the exercise here is mostly foreign wealthy merchants, and of course there are also Jianghai, most of them have some relationship and family. One or two previous scenes can be regarded as spectacles. Later, the situation was unsuccessful. This is a matter of national honor. Three or two people gathered together and looked at the confrontation over there, mostly in poor color and negotiation.

“Who can hire someone useful to kill their wind? Boss Wang, didn't you say that there are several good players in your bodyguard...”

“Yeah, from the special forces that have been on the battlefield, don't you always say that kind of people are different from the average martial arts practitioner, if you do it alone, the special forces can win the world championship, you call it great, deal with these Thai guys, I will pay 500,000 bonus OK...”

“General Fu, what champion or champion of the special forces is of course enough. Do you think I don't want to teach him a lesson? The person whose hand was broken last Friday is said to be their instructor...”

“Unlike the average boxer, this Shiliwan also experienced life and death. Said he had been in Thai boxing since elementary school. Later, the conditions at home were so bad that he ran to Israel to become a soldier. After years of exercise, he gained the honor of Thai boxing teacher...”

“Shit, how can we let him be so arrogant? Our faces are almost disgraced... wait for me to go back and pay for a martial arts monk from Shaolin Temple...”

“Shaolin monks don't usually fight like this, I think most of this is arranged. How can the state endure this tone? It's not impossible for the army to really pick one out to fight him...”

“Yeah, yeah, this time around, I heard the wind say that there seemed to be some kind of NSA number one expert in his bodyguard. I heard Mr. Nie mention it. I didn't care at the time. I wonder if it was true. Is it just to come and fight this Shillivan? ”

“I'll see how the Thai dies when it's possible! ”

“But it looks like this today... Alas...”

The reason for this is said to be that a Thai boxing boy injured a martial arts disciple when he went to Ye Hong Museum to play war books, and the teacher sitting in the town was not there. The reason for coming here is to “ask for a statement” from people. However, for such a person, Siriwan has always adhered to the principle of beating and saying again. The aggressive people over there, the martial arts on the side have changed their face and the apprentices are looking at the owner of the museum. The owner was still silent. He wanted to know that he could not fight, but when such a thing happened, he had to go out to fight. If the war frightened him, how could this martial arts museum be opened in the future?

The discussants in the venue sighed for a while for the people in the martial arts hall. At this time, there was also a group of hotel waiters gathered there. Similar things had been going on in the hotel for half a month. At this time, they knew they were going to open again. They looked at the security guards at the door and talked with indignation. They waited until the foreman came far before becoming a bird and beast and scattered. At this time, the master of the martial arts hall next to the venue finally stood unbearably.

The martial arts museum is called Ye Hung, the owner of the museum is actually called He Ye Hung. Although the former martial arts school has also won some gold medals in comparison to the martial arts congress, the so-called martial arts is actually just physical fitness. Of course, to this extent, the physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people, and can also kill more than a dozen little gangsters with bare hands. However, there is still a gap compared to the Thai martial arts trained in the most cruel ways. The reason he was still ready to fight was because there were so many disciples in front of him, his face definitely couldn't pull off, and he was a little angry, because Chillivan, sitting behind him from beginning to end, had never looked him in the eye.

Wearing a Nike sportswear, a 30-year-old Thai boxing master sat in the back of the crowd, holding a Buddha's scripture in his hand and watching. His appearance was handsome, his skin was healthy wheat color, his face was shattered like a knife axe, he had a cold temperament enough to make most women feel good. At this time, he sat on his back, his body only acted when he turned the page of the book, and the rest of the time was like a stone sculpture. The other side came to negotiate, but it was always his eldest disciple, Tilapa - a young man who was already active on the field.

“Mr. Chillivan, since you must have fought to speak, I can't help it, so please tell me! ”

Opposite, He Ye-hong bit his teeth to prepare for the next stage, and it was only then that Xiliwang took his first look back from the Buddhist scriptures and looked over: “Mr. He, your degree is not worth my shot, even if you win my disciple. ”

“You…”

“Hey, Master He, don't hesitate, please go on.” Interrupting He Ye-hong's anger, the young man standing on the field in the yellow exercise suit laughed sarcastically, hands together ten, bowed, “You know, everyone is practicing martial arts, who is wrong with whom, if you want to come, it's only because you've fought... sa! Wah! Cut!”

“Okay, I'll teach you a lesson first...”

He Ye-hong was angry and pulled down the zipper of his coat to get undressed. One of his disciples ran over from the back: "Master, Mr. Ye is here, he told you not to fight.” Running behind him was a middle-aged man who also wore leisure sportswear, appeared to be in great shape and gave the first impression that it was supposed to be a fierce man, but those eyes, however, had no fierce color. He Yihong glanced at him and stunned: “Ye Han, what are you doing here? ”

“My sister-in-law called me and Jing Xian, saying that you came to fight with the Thai people. She was going to cry on the phone. My wife told me to come quickly. Come on, Ho, why are you so impulsive when you're old...”

“Where am I impulsive? I'm here to reason! ”

“I think you're ready to go undressing...”

“But they don't make sense. ”

“There's no need to fight. It's a legal society. Martial arts are for strength and self-defense. It's pointless to fight this kind of temper, you know! Besides...” Ye Han lowered his voice, “It doesn't sound good. Master Ma, Master Chen, they are the ones who can really fight. Didn't they say that they also brought a special forces coach here, and now they are all lying in the hospital with broken bones...”

“So I have to endure? Ye Han, you have always been Wentung's personality, so you can't always open a small martial arts hall... Alas, I don't mean to say you, but I'm so big in martial arts now, can I return? Now that my disciple has been beaten, I can go back and there is no way to go back. Don't persuade me, today's fight will be done anyway, or what will you do...”

Many times, the face of a man is as big as the sky, but the two are kind of teachers and brothers who studied martial arts. After all these years, they have also been friends, which is quite rare. Therefore, He Ye-hong did not insist on saying “you look down on me” or anything like that. Ye Han sighed. He didn't know what to say. Although his character was light, he never advocated this single-handed form of fighting, but he also knew that many times 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 it is spoken of as physical fitness, the vast majority of young people have the idea that they can beat others after practicing martial arts. But what happened to the beating? It was obvious that the beating could not be done. After the apprentice was beaten, the master came to the door to be beaten up. It was not easy to call the police. It's depressing, too.

The two men spoke here for a while, but several Thais walked over, and led a woman who looked like a journalist to Siriwan. A Thai man who stayed until he spoke to Siriwan, who had been looking seriously at the Buddhist scripture, closed the book. For the first time, he had a slightly mild smile on his face, said a few words, nodded, and was expected to be interviewed in China, which also felt like a long violation for him. The woman reporter in the black coat also looked at the venue for a few more seconds and slightly frowned.

On the other hand, the man who practiced Thai boxing on the field finally lost patience when he saw the two of them chattering: “Have you two not said it yet? By the way... Ye Han? I think it's also on the list of martial arts halls in Jianghai City. Is your house also owned by martial arts halls? Then come with me.” He was able to become a great disciple of Siriwang, of course, and his qualifications were not bad. Since he wanted to fight all over the river and sea this time, he had already got a list of all the martial arts halls in the city, and he actually wrote down all the names of everyone.

Ye Han frowned because he had just arrived here and could not hear the conversation before him: "Are you Master Silvan? Is that not what you said? ”

“If you beat me, you will be eligible to fight my master! But I think you can do it together. ”

“Ye Han, stay out of this.” He Ye-hong said, stepping into the battlefield first, "No matter how well I fight, this matter has nothing to do with Ye Han, but I still don't think I will be weak enough to fight even his disciples! ”

He laughed, moving his bones, walked forward, and the man named Tilapa shook his head with a smile, his hands together again ten times, bowing, in his eyes, had become insensitive and indifferent. Also at this time, behind the scene, the woman reporter seemed to say something, several people around looked a little surprised, and Silvan also stood up with a frown. Subsequently, footsteps were sounded in the space that had been quiet, and the woman turned around and went straight to the battlefield. At one time, the surrounding people, along with He Yihong and Tilapa in the field, stopped somewhat suspiciously. It was obviously not a moral behavior to step on the battlefield during such a duel, but he was a beautiful woman... Although Thai fighters had good psychological qualities, they would never care about each other's gender when they started, but it was impossible to throw him out like this.

“Miss Jane.” In the back, the man standing next to Silwan shouted, "I don't know what's wrong with your brother with Mr. Silwan. I think this must be a misunderstanding... cough, even if it isn't, we can sit down and talk about it...”

The woman did not stop and put her hands in her pants pockets. She walked to Tilapa in front of her, making the sound of "Sha Sha" on the tatami: “Didn't everyone who wanted to talk to Mr. Silwan have to fight first... I was here to fight. ”

Chillivan frowned: "Miss Reporter, this is not a joke. ”

“Was it a journalist?” Looking at the woman walking over, Tirapa helplessly stretched out her hands, "I have to remind you, beautiful journalist lady, in Thailand, stopping a duel can be beaten, even if it is a woman, you have to be prepared to be beaten psychologically before stepping onto the duel field, you...”

“So are you ready?” To put it bluntly, the woman stood half-metre in front of him. Although judging by the woman's standards, she was already quite high, she was shorter than Tilapa, who was nearly one metre and nine tall, but I wonder why, when the woman stood in front of him, he felt a little overwhelmed. The woman then turned her attention to He Ye-hong: “You can go down there. ”

“But…”

At this time, people practicing far and near also got curious about the scene, originally thought it was only the scene where the master of the martial arts hall was beaten up, who knew that suddenly a beautiful woman was killed, and seemed to interrupt the battle, and there was talk all over the time. Tilapa was about to speak, and the woman looked at him lightly and repeated: "I said! Are you ready for this? Do it when you're ready! ”

She was wearing a pair of glasses with her hands in her pants pockets at will, and the cool, intelligent image of a beautiful woman didn't look like she was going to fight anyhow. Tilapa's face changed a few times, saying word for word in Chinese: “I'm not kidding you!” By the way, a few dry, skinny men who followed Silwan to learn Thai boxing have shouted in Thai.

“Brother, teach this woman a lesson! ”

“Hit her! ”

“Such a woman can't learn from a lesson...”

“Let her know it hurts! ”

In the noise, the two quietly confronted each other, under the stare of the woman's light eyes, the nervous feeling in Tilapa's heart has condensed, the honor of Thai boxing, the duel should not be lightly insulted, to teach this woman a lesson... not even he himself noticed, all kinds of complex thoughts came up in this faint eyes, the mood has completely lost the calm required by Thai boxing. Finally, the woman closed her eyes.

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

“Make a move! ”

There was also a lot of noise in the venue, after this cold woman's voice, it suddenly calmed down, it was like a heartbeat suddenly shouted in the ear. Meanwhile, Tilapa shouted uncontrollably in the field.

Everyone knows he did it, but I'm afraid he doesn't know how he did it, except for a Thai classroom assignment like Shiliwan, where his body flies out like a shell at the next moment.

At the moment of his assault, the woman reached out her right hand and threw him straight out to the side like a garbage bag, and the Thai man, almost one metre and nine tall, was completely disobedient at that moment.

In the eyes of the crowd, the woman just waved her hand, the man in front of her disappeared, the next moment, a blast, three treadmills more than a dozen meters away collided, both had been overturned, some of the detachable parts on the treadmill danced and scattered, and Tilapa's body appeared in this pile of steel parts, struggled a few times, but in any case, she could not move, spit blood in her mouth, the left hand bone was completely broken, the broken bone came out directly from under the skin, with Samson's blood and crushed flesh, to form an indescribably frightening scene.

The world is quiet… (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)