The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

But Mao Lilan's sadness did not last. Almost in the instant that it emerged, she was forced to pull back her drifting thoughts.

The reason was that two adults started fighting without considering the situation.

Akai Shuichi attacked without hesitation, causing the girl to let out a small cry of surprise. The brown-haired man dodged the attack swiftly, and took the next punch, while grinning and saying, "Does the FBI like sneak attacks?"

"As long as it's useful." Although Shuichi Akai was puzzled by the other party's action of putting clothes on the Japanese girl, he was the kind of person who would take direct action when he got the chance. He found the right gap and threw a punch.

I only used 50% of my strength, but it would not feel good if I got hit.

As expected, the other party dodged it, and his movements were even very smooth, while he couldn't stop talking about belittling the standards of the FBI.

The moment the other party stretched out his hand, Shuichi Akai noticed something was wrong. The skin color of his hands was too different from his face, as if it was a perfunctory disguise that he didn't care whether or not it would be seen through.

If it weren't for this, Shuichi Akai would not have realized that the face was disguised. The only person he could think of who had this skill was Vermouth, the witch who could easily disguise anyone.

But if it was Vermouth, she would not make such a mistake in the details. The big star is somewhat of a perfectionist, which can be seen from her style of doing things.

He had been on guard against the organization's actions these days, anticipating that they would take some measures. No matter what the purpose was, it would not be like they would do nothing.

Shuichi Akai blocked the opponent's return punch, took a small step back with his right foot before it landed, steadied his center of gravity, and raised his leg to kick forward.

He didn't think that the man was Vermouth, and that woman was not a member of the action team. Although her fighting ability was much better than that of ordinary people, it did not reach the standard of the action team.

The man's movements were like strolling in the garden, without any rules at all, but he stepped on the points that were not easy to attack, as if he was very familiar with his ways.

Thinking of this, Akai Shuichi took two steps back and distanced himself from the man. At this moment, the car's high beam lights came on and a low-key car drove into the alley.

"Yo." The man, whose every move was closely watched by the black-haired man, spread his hands and shrugged. He straightened up and no longer made an attacking gesture, with undisguised sneer on his face.

Although the other party didn't say it, that expression said it all.

'Hey, your helper is here.'

Shuichi Akai didn't think that this man would back down just because he had two more opponents. His light gray-blue eyes flashed a strange cold light under the cover of his brown hair.

This made him feel like some kind of prey being targeted by the other party.

Shuichi Akai could understand a little bit about the other party's feelings when he said the first sentence. He put away his attacking posture, but the fierce murderous aura in his body could not be dissipated immediately.

"Then please talk somewhere else."

The cold tone of the black-haired man made the colleague who got off the car nervous. Although he used honorifics politely, the colleague did not understand Japanese and thought he was trying to intimidate the target. He immediately took out the gun he carried with him and aimed it at the man who was still holding the umbrella.

"Is this the FBI's unique way of entertaining guests? Really..." The man dragged out his tone, lazily tilted his umbrella back, revealing his ugly face, "As uneducated as ever."

The second half of the sentence was in fluent English, with a hint of the American accent common in New York. This was of course said to the FBI agent who arrived late next to him.

He did easily anger the man with the gun.

"Put down your guns, there are ordinary people here."

Shuichi Akai raised his hand to suppress the muzzle of his colleague's gun, and his eyes passed over the man who had never put down the umbrella, and fell on the tourist who seemed to have not yet figured out the situation.

"Get out of here, be with your friends."

His last friendly warning.

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Xing Haiyin tore off the makeup on his face, took a look at the hideous scar on his face, and was silent for a moment.

He didn't care what kind of appearance Vermouth had disguised him into, so he went out without looking in the mirror to see what he looked like. Now that he had seen the torn disguise, he just found it a little funny.

Vermouth was still in the mood to make such a harmless joke, and she probably wasn't under much pressure.

Throwing away the disguise mask in his hand, Xinghaiyin took out his mobile phone and prepared to contact the missing Vermouth, but the other party called first.

"How's it going on your side?" Xing Haiyin lowered his head and held a cigarette in his mouth. He passed it to Shuichi Akai. They had a fight and both ended up losing. Of course, judging from the battle situation, he still had the upper hand.

After all, there are so many FBI on the opposite side. Even if you usually think that they are all useless and their IQ is questionable, but in this situation, numbers can indeed give you a certain advantage.

"Are you done over there? So quickly." The woman's voice on the other end sounded a little weak, but she did not forget to tease him.

Xing Haiyin lit the cigarette in his hand, took a light puff, and exhaled with his eyes lowered.

It seems that Vermouth is in better condition than expected.

"Do I need someone to pick you up?" Ignoring the other party's question, the gray-haired man threw away the cigarette box in his hand and left the alley he had casually turned into.

He didn't come to New York often, and at the moment he was even lost, so this was just a polite remark.

Vermouth obviously knew that he was just saying it casually, so she didn't take it too seriously. "No, I'm fine here."

"Really?" Xing Haiyin didn't ask whether Vermouth met anyone after he and the FBI left. He was not too worried that anything would happen to Mouri Ran and Kudo Shinichi. After all, Vermouth didn't dare to make any big noise to attract the hounds that would follow the scent.

However, when he was fighting with Shuichi Akai, he heard the sound of the railing breaking, which came from the direction of Vermouth.

Apart from Vermouth, he couldn't think of anyone else who could create such a noise.

So while Akai Shuichi's attention was momentarily drawn to the sound, he immediately punched back.

Hit him in the face.

The force was so great that his hand bones were aching.

He is indeed a guy that Vermouth can't deal with. He has heard of Lei's name before, but this is the first time they have fought each other.

If there is a next time, I will definitely return the kick on my back to you.

But the umbrella was completely broken and could not be saved.

After that, you have to compensate Vermouth.

Damn FBI.

Come to think of it, it seems that Xing Haimei is still in debt to Kudo Shinichi. When I think about it, the violin was broken because Lei's mission target escaped into the backcourt of the game.

Xing Haiyin suddenly felt a little regretful.

I regret not taking decisive action to kill that annoying FBI agent.