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An unknown island in the Pacific Ocean, this is an island with spring and birds singing and flowers. The Rothschild family spent a lot of money to buy this island from the local government and then re-transformed it as a place for important figures in the family to cultivate.

The entire island is full of vigilance, with one post every three steps and one whistle every five steps. You should know that if anyone who cultivates here suddenly dies, it is no exaggeration to say that the next day, the US stock market will completely collapse. If everyone here can be killed, the global economy will be at least 50 years back.

At this time, in a villa at the core of the island.

"Master, Gong Lansen has questioned some of his mistakes about that matter. This is his report!" The butler wearing a dark black tuxedo lowered his head and handed the document in his hand to the old man in front of him who was slightly thin due to illness.

"I won't read it anymore, just read it to me!" The old man shook his head, gasped for some difficulty, and ordered the butler.

The butler lowered his head and repeated the conversation between Gong Lansen and Xiao Ji Yima completely, and then kept lowering his head and waiting for the old man's orders.

"Gong Lansen has done a good job. Will it be started in four days? Let him keep an eye on Xiao Ji's horse, and the family will not forget his contribution." The old man said excitedly.

"Yes, Master!" The housekeeper replied respectfully as he looked at the thinner old man in front of him. He knew that this man with supreme rights in the United States of America was about to enter death, and now he had the opportunity to escape from the shackles of the disease and even gain immortality. No wonder the old man who was calm in front of anything became so excited.

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Ip Man World, Guangzhou and Foshan, a secret stronghold.

Several mysterious people wearing masks and covered with cloaks were sitting around the round table, whispering.

The mysterious man in the head wearing Tang Monk's mask spoke: "How is the investigation of Captain Lu's affairs?"

"There is no news at all. Our people have asked who has visited Captain Lu in the past few days, but all those who know the news were taken out by Captain Lu and completely disappeared!" The mysterious man with Zhu Bajie's mask responded.

Another mysterious man wearing Sun Wukong's mask said: "I have checked the people from the police station here. The government has no record of them at all, which means they are all fakes. However, looking at their equipment, there should be someone behind them. It has not been clear which country is supporting them yet!"

"Continue to monitor them closely. I always feel that Captain Lu's death should have a lot to do with them! And last night, news came from the stakes from the British man that the people of the Bahrain family were found dead in their own manor. The British Foreign Office is now in a big fight. The Chairman was very angry. Boss Dai was also scolded for a long time. Everyone put down everything at hand and tried their best to investigate who did this matter!"

"Yes." All the mysterious people replied in unison.

"After a break!" The mysterious man wearing Tang Monk's mask ordered.

After a while, people came out of this secret stronghold one after another.

If anyone with a lot of heart observes it, they will definitely find that these people who have come out are almost everywhere in Foshan. There are waiters in restaurants, peddlers selling things from streets, servants from wealthy families, and even beggars begging along the streets. Although these people have a relatively low social status, once something happens in Foshan, these professionally trained people can find useful information from some clues.

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Foshan Wuguan Street. A Le has been obsessed with martial arts since he was a child. When he was a child, he heard about the storytellers' heroes and righteousness. He longed for a life in the world where he wanted to have a grudge, so he successfully became a disciple of Master Wang in Wuguan Street.

However, he may not have forgotten what happened this morning.

Ale, who was diligent in practicing martial arts, came to the martial arts hall early as usual, but the scene he saw when he opened the door made him scream out at once.

Master Wang, who could not get in at all, fell to the ground like a broken sack, and there was a pool of blood that had been solidified for a long time.

There were also several sharp crying sounds in the other martial arts halls on Wuguan Street.

Obviously, it is not just Master Wang who suffered an accident.

The police station soon arrived at Wuguan Street and blocked the entire crime scene. A strange man with black-framed glasses and eyes full of coldness was accompanied by them.

A martial arts disciple who had been to the police station before had made a big fuss and recognized this guy as if he was in the same group as the man who killed Master Hong with one punch.

"Director Li Zhao, you must find out who did such a crazy thing!" The old man with a cane said to Li Zhao with an indignation.

"Do you still need to find out clearly? Before those people came to Foshan, there was nothing happening. After they came to Foshan, did there be few things happening?" A vague voice came from the crowd watching the fun.

"Who, who is chewing the roots of gossip! If you have the ability, why are you still here to see? Believe it or not, I will take you all back to the police station to interrogate one by one!" Li Zhao pulled out the Mauser pistol at his waist and gestured at the crowd watching the fun.

Seeing that the crowd around him immediately scattered, Li Zhao turned around and said to the old man: "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, I will definitely find out about this matter and give everyone in Foshan a satisfactory explanation!"

"Since that's the case, I'll thank you here first, but I can say the ugly words first. If Director Li cannot give Foshan people a satisfactory explanation, I'm still a bit disrespectful in the government!" The old man with a crutch said slowly. He was not afraid of Li Zhao, the director of the police station. You should know that as the honorary president of the Guangdong Wushu Association, many senior officials in the government would sell him a trivial matter. There are even rumors that even Chairman Jiang had learned a move with this old man. As for whether this is true, it can only be seen from the person who is wise.

Li Zhao obviously understood the energy that the old man in front of him had, and did not dare to neglect, so he could only nod and respond.

Just as the inside and outside were busy, the man with glasses who came with Li Zhao slowly walked into one of the rooms at the scene of the blocked murder. In the room was the owner of this martial arts hall, Tang San, known as the master of Mantis Boxing, and Master Tang. After carefully checking the wounds on several corpses, he couldn't help but smile with a satisfied smile and said in a voice that he could only hear: "Zeng Jian, can't you really help it?"
Chapter completed!