Tales of Forgotten Pacts Chapter 7

☆、Kurosawa River

Outside the airport, four shiny black BMWs were parked on the roadside, immediately attracting the attention of pedestrians around them.

The men in suits in several cars got out of the car and waited. The driver of the second car opened the door respectfully and stood on the side of the road with his head down. Only then did he see an old Japanese woman in a plain kimono and a man about thirty years old. A tall man wearing sunglasses, surrounded by a circle of entourage, walked quickly down the airport overpass.

The old woman wore makeup very grandly and meticulously, and her hair was combed into a bun. But his face was stern, his lips were pursed tightly, and the corners of his eyes seemed a little droopy, making him look particularly violent.

In contrast, although the man wearing sunglasses was also stern, he only made people feel majestic and calm. He is quite tall and straight among Asians, with broad shoulders and a straight back, as if he has been practicing for many years, and he exudes a majestic aura from his bones.

A group of people quickly got into the car, and the driver asked for instructions: "Mrs. Shandi, Master Finn, should we go to the hotel to put our luggage first, or should we go to the hospital first?"

The old lady finally moved the corners of her tightly pursed lips and said, "Go to the hospital!"

The man named Finn said calmly: "Go to the hotel first."

The old lady's tone was inevitably mixed with anxiety: "What are you talking about? Ah Chong is still awake, and he is your cousin!"

The driver took a peek in the rearview mirror and saw Finn tilting his head slightly, closing his eyes and concentrating, turning a deaf ear.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped on the accelerator.

------is the direction to the hotel.

A group of people first went to the hotel to put away their luggage, and then set off from the hotel to the hospital.

At this time, Finn had already separated from the old lady and moved into the first car. He turned his head and asked the assistant: "Before Shandi Chong came to Dalian, had you been to Lushun?"

He would ask such a question, obviously he had already found out everything that happened in the underground boxing match that night.

The assistant affirmed: "No, Young Master Shandi has never left the urban area of   Dalian, let alone contacted local gangs. The number of people the Young Master has come into contact with in China is very limited. We checked the list and there is no one named Ye at all."

Finn pondered for a while and asked, "Is there really a Ye family in Lushun?"

"This... is already being investigated. There must be a lot of people named Ye, but I have never heard of the famous martial arts family named Ye, let alone the youngest son of the Ye family..."

Finn remained silent, his face as tough as a knife showed no expression at all, making it even more difficult to guess.

The assistant said cautiously: "According to Mr. Dongxiang, the murderer claimed to avenge his family 'one hundred and twelve years ago'. One hundred and twelve years ago... Could it be that he was insane? What if it was a mentally ill person who committed the murder?" If so, it would be easier to understand..."

"A mentally ill person can commit murder and seriously injure Togo Kyoo, an eighth-degree black belt in karate, in the ring? And in full view of the public, he can stab Takayama Yamachi with a light poke, causing him to be severely comatose for two days?"

The assistant hesitated to speak, and Finn sneered.

"Speaking of mental illness, it's clear that the Shandi family has provoked a vicious spirit that cannot be provoked, and they have come all the way to risk their lives!"

The old lady could barely hold on to her aristocratic demeanor on the road, but when she saw her unconscious son in the hospital, she couldn't hold on anymore.

In just two days, Shandi Chong seemed to be a different person. His face was gray, his eyelids were red, swollen and bleeding, and his cheeks were an abnormal grayish color. He wore a respirator because he could not breathe on his own. At first glance, he looked like a vegetative state who had slept for ten or eight years.

The strange thing is that no matter how the doctors checked, they could not find out what was wrong with this young master - his heartbeat was slow, his liver and gallbladder were weak, and his heart and chest blood vessels were extensively ruptured. Logically speaking, he should have suffered a heavy blow to his chest, but However, the chest bones are all in good condition, with no cracks at all.

Could it be that someone "beat a cow across a mountain" and didn't break his bones, but smashed his internal organs through the bones?

How is this possible? It's not magic!

The old woman sat on the edge of the bed, holding her son with trembling hands. After a long while, she screamed in Japanese: "A Chong!"

All his subordinates stood aside silently, and the doctor did not even dare to speak out.

Finn sat on the side with a cold face, one slender leg crossed over the other.

The old lady sobbed for a long time, turned around and said hoarsely: "Achuan, what do you think is going on?!"

Only then did Finn lazily stand up, reach out and push the old lady away, and unbutton Shanchi Chong's chest.

Half an inch below the sword process on his chest, there was a slightly black dot the size of a finger, as if he had been hit by something, leaving a bruise mark.

Finn asked the doctor: "Was it there when it was delivered the day before yesterday?"

The doctor hurriedly said: "There was nothing unusual when the ambulance arrived. It was only when we were admitted to the hospital that we found a slight bruise, but it was not black. This black spot was only discovered this morning. We suspected subcutaneous congestion... .."

"Jiuwei point." Finn interrupted him and said: "The Luo point of Ren meridian is one of the thirty-six fatal points in the human body. Experts can touch it to cause vibrations in the abdominal wall, contraction of the liver and gallbladder, rupture of veins, and blood stagnation in the heart--- ---If no one can solve the problem, he will definitely die."

The doctor seemed to have heard some big joke: "------ah?!"

The old lady didn't smile, her face suddenly became panic--that kind of aristocratic etiquette couldn't hide the panic and panic in her bones.

"You should have heard, Lady of the Mountains, that your great-grandfather's father was killed on the battlefield in this way. Not by bayonet or bullet, but by a finger on the Tianling Cap, and he was killed instantly. And I remember that the old man from the Shandi family also died in Lushun, China. What a coincidence."

Mrs. Shandi's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and after a long while she asked coldly: "Is this the legendary acupuncture technique? You must have a way, Finn! If it's someone else, that's all, if it's you--- ---"

Finn stood beside the hospital bed, looking down at the haggard Shanchi Chong with an unpredictable expression on his face.

The old lady's pupils tightened slightly.

She knew that Kurosawakawa was nominally the son of the then eldest daughter of the Yamachi family and the cousin of Yamachi Takashi; but in fact, his mother had severed ties with her natal family thirty years ago.

Although this man's surname is Finn, he actually has no blood relationship with the Finn family - he is even only half Japanese.

The reason why this man came to power back then was because several of his cousins   before him died inexplicably; a year after he came to power, several of his cousins   became disabled inexplicably. Kurosawakawa is extremely meticulous in his work, and so far there is no evidence to prove that the "accidents" of his cousins   have anything to do with him.

For such a person, can you expect him to be like a warm-hearted and kind cousin, working tirelessly to heal his injuries?

The old lady stared at Finn closely, her mouth moved, and she was about to say something, but Finn raised his hand to block it.

"Resolving acupuncture points is thousands of times more difficult than tapping them, but I will try."

The old lady pursed her lips, and severe wrinkles appeared at the corners of her lips again: "What are your conditions?"