The time has come to December 10th, and the President cruise ship has entered the Chinese waters. According to the voyage, it will arrive in Shanghai early tomorrow morning.
However, due to the sudden change in weather after entering the Yellow Sea, the sky became hazy and the wind and waves became stronger. In addition, we are about to arrive at the destination, and everyone may be busy packing up gifts. Except for meal time, few of the passengers on the ship come out to hang out. There are also far fewer people in public spaces such as decks and bars.
Seeing the sky getting darker, Zhou Wen knew that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
The first-class suite on the President is relatively spacious. The suite is divided into a small living room, two bedrooms, and an independent bathroom. It can generally accommodate 4-5 people.
Of course, the price of a suite is also very expensive. For example, Mr. Situ and his friends set off from the United States, and the ticket price was as high as 5,800 US dollars. Even Zhou Wen who boarded the ship in Manila had to pay 2,000 US dollars.
This kind of price is beyond the reach of ordinary middle-class families in Europe and the United States.
Of course, if you take third class, it is much cheaper. It only costs about 100 US dollars from the United States. Even second class is not very expensive, only a few hundred US dollars.
At this time, in Mr. Situ's cabin, Zhao Xiaojin, who had sneaked in quietly during dinner just now, was whispering something to Mr. Situ.
"Mr. Situ, the scholar has judged that tonight is the last chance for the Japanese to take action. They will definitely launch a night attack, so I will stay with you today to prevent any unexpected events. As long as I am here, I will be able to protect you."
Mr. Situ knew that the man in front of him was the contemporary head of the Wudang Dragon Sect, so there was nothing to worry about with him around, so he nodded and was about to speak, when he heard Lei Bao's unyielding voice next to him.
"I said, Lao Jin, you are just a housekeeper of Mr. Zhou's family. You don't seem to have any martial arts skills. How can you dare to say that you can protect Uncle Situ's safety? Don't worry, uncle Situ, we still have Don't worry. In critical moments, I think we still have to rely on this." After Lei Bao said this, he raised the revolver in his hand and shook it like a show off.
As soon as Lei Bao said these words, his father Lei Wanchang's face immediately darkened. He was about to scold his blind son when he saw that Zhao Xiaojin's sitting body seemed to be bounced by a spring. There was no preparatory action, just like a bolt of lightning drawing an arc in the air, he suddenly appeared in front of Lei Bao in an instant.
Lei Wanchang's expression changed and he said urgently: "Master Zhao, please show mercy."
Before Lei Wanchun finished speaking, Lei Bao, who looked astonished, felt his elbow go numb, and the pistol in his hand somehow got into Zhao Xiaojin's hand. Situ Hai beside him reacted the fastest and punched Zhao Xiaojin without even having time to think about it. Come.
Zhao Xiaojin secretly praised in his heart, this young man is not bad, he is still in danger and knows how to surround Wei and save Zhao. Although he is young, he already has the demeanor of a master.
But he thought that he was not slow with his hands. After Situ Hai punched out, he waved his left hand lightly, but it came last, and a finger was right on Situ Hai's wrist.
Situ Hai felt a wave of heat rush up along the tendons of his wrists, half of his body became sore and numb, and he was unable to move for a moment.
At this time, Zhao Xiaojin kept gesturing, but with a turn of his wrist, he pressed his palm on the shoulder of Situ Jiang, whose reaction was only half a beat slower than Situ Hai. Situ Jiang, who was about to jump up and make a move, seemed to be pressed by a big mountain. , being pinned down on the chair and unable to move at all.
Zhao Xiaojin's movements were like lightning, and he restrained all three young men before anyone could react. Even Mr. Situ, who was not at a low level in martial arts, was dumbfounded.
This is the level of a truly top master, and this is the style of the leader of the Wudang Dragon Sect.
The reason why Zhao Xiaojin took action suddenly was not because he was angered by Lei Bao's rudeness. With his peaceful temperament and generous heart, he would not argue with a few juniors just because of a word.
But tonight, when the Japanese are clearly at the end of their rope, Zhao Xiaojin must gain the absolute trust of everyone, including Mr. Situ, just in case.
What's more, now, there is no need for any acting pretense. It is time to show the true level, so that Situ Hai and the other young people will not take action without authorization and ruin Zhou Wen's plan.
At this time, Zhao Xiaojin put the pistol into the hands of Lei Bao, who was shocked and stunned, and said with a smile: "It's best not to use the gun tonight. The commotion is too big and we won't be able to escape when we get to Shanghai."
After that, he resumed his previous amiable butler demeanor and walked back to Mr. Situ to sit down.
At this time, Situ Hai and Situ Jiang completely regained control of their bodies, but both of them had shocked looks on their faces. At this time, they still didn't know that the steward whom they usually called Lao Jin and Lao Jin turned out to be a master that they could not imagine at all.
At this time, they also realized that there could be such a powerful master in this world.
At this time, Mr. Situ pointed at the three of them and said, "I won't hide it from you now. You guys come here to pay homage to Master Zhao, the head of the Wudang Dragon Sect."
When Situ Hai and others heard that Lao Jin was actually from the Wudang Sect, they were even more shocked as if falling into a dream. The three people came over in a daze, bowed respectfully to Zhao Xiaojin, and said in unison: "I have met Master Zhao."
Master Zhao said these words sincerely.
There is no way, although they are far away in the United States, they have been practicing martial arts since they were young, and they still know something about the inheritance and origin of martial arts.
"Shaolin is the only martial arts school in the world, and Wudang is the only martial arts school in the world." This is a generally accepted comment in the martial arts world that they have heard since childhood. But now, the leader of the Wudang Dragon Sect is right in front of them. How dare they not be convinced, and how dare they not respect him.
And Zhao Xiaojin was not pretentious. Since he had revealed his identity, he now represented the Wudang sect, and it was only right to accept the courtesy from these martial arts juniors. Otherwise, he would lose the reputation of the sect.
But since he is so sincere and he is Mr. Situ's nephew, the master Zhao Xiaojin naturally has to give some greeting gifts to his juniors.
But what gift does Zhao Xiaojin have now? He thought that since he had gained their trust now, since there was still some time before midnight, he might as well give them some tips.
In fact, Mr. Situ also had this meaning when he asked Situ Hai and the others to come and pay tribute to Zhao Xiaojin.
Think about it, a martial arts master wouldn't dare to ask someone to teach you his unique skills in person. Even if he gives you a few tricks at will, you will benefit a lot throughout your life.
