Strongest Guard

Originally, Wang Da Mao's name wasn't Wang Da Mao. It was only because of the peanut sized black mole on his left cheek that people called him Da Mao.    

Over time, his real name was forgotten.    

Although Wang Da Mao's name was not elegant and his physique was as sturdy as a bear, he was still a sissy.    

If not for the name Wang Da Mao, which someone had called him since he was young, he would probably be called Wangniao.    

One person actually had two different accounts. He could be considered a weirdo.    

What made Wang Da Mao even more curious was that not only was he a gambler whose level didn't lose to Lao Min, but he was also a Hong Ye — and his success rate was around 70%.    

It was said that a certain marriage agency was going to dig him up.    

"If you have something to say, just say it. I'm very busy right now."    

An hour ago, Lao Min, who was drunk with Wang Da Mao in a small restaurant, was no longer tipsy and could speak clearly.    

"Hur hur, Lao Min. You sound like someone unhappy."    

Wang Da Mao, who was three taels short of a kilogram, spoke in a pleasant voice, "Did you get the money?"    

"Nope."    

Lao Min replied dejectedly: "Is there anything else? If there's nothing else, then don't say it. "    

Before returning home, Lao Min and Big Hairy, the two losers of today, agreed to take the money to return and overturn the group of winners.    

However, he didn't want to tell anyone about the dangers he had just experienced.    

Lao Min just wanted to calm down and make a good plan for his future.    

He wanted his daughter to know, "You're a dead husband — sort of a husband. But your dad isn't dead. I can still make you as proud of me as you were when you were a child, and you will gradually regain your former happiness. "    

"Well, neither did I. That old woman at home wouldn't give it up no matter what. F * ck her brother-in-law. "    

Wang Da Mao scolded, changing the topic: "Oh, right. I didn't get the money when I got home, but I got good news. "    

Lao Min didn't say anything, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and walked onto the balcony.    

"That stinking woman of mine isn't completely useless. She really did do what I entrusted her to do a few days ago. "    

Wang Da Mao laughed complacently and urged, "Lao Min, hurry up and come out. Let them have a good talk with you."    

The corner of Lao Min's mouth twitched, and he said in a low voice: "Thank you. However, my daughter has a lover now. "    

After saying that, without waiting for Wang Da Mao to say anything, Lao Min directly cut off the call.    

In order to help his daughter walk out from the pain of her 'bereaved husband', and not to tie her head with white silk again in the future, making her look like a real widow, Lao Min racked his brains and came up with an excellent idea with Wang Da Mao's help.    

Wang Da Mao's wife had a nephew who had just transferred from the army. The young man was 1.8 meters tall and was very handsome.    

Whether it was his own circumstances or his family background, he was the perfect match for Min Rou.    

If Min Rou wanted to walk out from the pain of losing her husband, then the only way was for a handsome guy to appear in her life and drive away her dead love.    

However, this matter was easier said than done.    

Lao Min knows what kind of virtue his daughter is -- Wang Dafu's advice to arrange a good show.    

After seeing Min Rou's photo, the nephew who agreed immediately would unconditionally follow the arrangements of the two elders. All the expenses of finding someone to do work would be borne by him.    

Actually, Wang Da Mao's brilliant plan was truly worthless.    

It was to find someone to play the villain, to find an opportunity to bully Min Rou, and to find her nephew in time.    

A hero saving a beauty.    

In the end, he captured the heart of a beauty and brought her home.    

Even though this was an old trick, but the more old it was, the more useful it would be, right?    

Wang Da Mao was like a strategist general, leaving the execution of the plan to his wife.    

Tonight, when he came home to ask for money, his wife told him that he could go ahead with the plan after he was scolded.    

Thus, he excitedly called Lao Min.    

However, he didn't expect that Lao Min would receive such a severe stimulus. He decided to change his mind and follow his daughter's choice, swearing to work hard to make her happy.    

After blackening the phone numbers of Wang Da Mao and the other gamblers, Lao Min felt a sense of ease that he had never felt before.    

There were also losses.    

The life in the casino was far more exciting and exciting than that of an ordinary person.    

Especially when he thought about how his daughter, who was only twenty-two years old, had to be widowed and aged for Devil Lee and let the Small Yellow Flower slowly wither away just like that, Lao Min's heart ached for her. He raised his head and sighed: "Hey, Lee Nanfang, you are committing sin right now. Do you know? "    

After Lee Nanfang died, Min Rou was not the only one who suffered.    

Dongyang.    

Tokyo.    

In a private training room, Gala, who was standing at the door, looked in from time to time.    

A woman in a black judo suit, with her forehead and waist tightly bound by a white ribbon, screamed and slashed at the coach crazily with a wooden katana held high in both hands.    

All the women had astonishing willpower.    

This was directly related to their female body structure.    

In terms of explosiveness and strength, overall, they were far inferior to men.    

But in terms of stamina, when doing something within one's capabilities, a woman can match up to three men.    

For example, a man and a woman picking weeds in a field. At first, it must have been a man who was so quick that he would have been able to pull a woman far away.    

But when they begin the second round, they feel a clear lack of strength.    

On the other hand, women always maintained their initial state.    

The same goes for blade training.    

When Shangdao Yinghua decided to practice her saber skills, the coach hired by Yu Jin once told her that she had to cut 1500 blades a day for a few months before achieving any small success.    

In the end, it had been a full seven months since the day of the training. Shangdao Yinghua had been hacking away at it for three thousand times every day.    

Even in the first few days, her arms had doubled in thickness from the frequent hacking.    

She did not give up and insisted.    

The Heavens really admired this diligent woman. Her hard work soon paid off.    

The first coach that was hired with a lot of money was no longer a match for her since two months ago. She received a bonus and happily left.    

Right now, the coach's name was Koyama Jiro. He was in his fifties and had a body of 1.53 meters. He had a face full of deep wrinkles, making him look unremarkable.    

However, he was Dongyang Broken Knife Flow head's junior brother, and also Shangdao Yinghua's ex-husband, the good friend of the brother who was hanged by Lee Nanfang.    

After hearing that the wife of an old friend was going to learn kung fu, Koyama Jiro came up to her and after showing off a little bit, he had her acknowledge him as his teacher.    

Experts were experts.    

Not only did Koyama Jiro need to train Shangdao Yinghua's martial arts, he also needed to train her ruthlessness.    

If a martial practitioner wanted to become an extreme expert, not only would they need exquisite moves, but they would also need the determination and determination of bloodthirst.    

Only by being bloodthirsty would a martial practitioner be able to arouse the potential deep within her bones. When fighting to the death with others, they would often be able to cut off the person who was training to win.    

Dongyang Broken Knife Flow was viewed as the number one evil sect in the continent, something that justice would not respect.    

Shangdao Yinghua's natural flexibility and the foundation of her childhood dance had provided her with the most favorable conditions for her to become an expert in speed.    

In addition to her nearly crazy persistence, Koyama Jiro's teaching could be said to be twice the result with half the effort.    

Of course, Koyama Jiro didn't teach his absolute art to Shangdao Yinghua for nothing.    

After all, there is no such thing as love without a reason, is there?    

Every ten days, Shangdao Yinghua would provide Koyama Jiro with a middle school student as his reward.    

In Dongyang, as long as one was willing to spend money, one would never have to worry about a high school student who was still immature and willing to serve a man from the depths of the mountains.    

"Stop!"    

With a clang, Koyama Jiro waved his saber to block Shangdao Yinghua's slanted slash. After that, he leaped back and shouted for her to stop.    

Shangdao Yinghua immediately placed the knife diagonally across her right shoulder and slightly lowered her head to look at the floor. Sweat trickled down her chin.    

The sabre she was carrying had a very special style. It was half the size of an ordinary katana.    

It was as if a wooden katana had been broken from the middle.    

Broken Knife Flow.    

If he did not use a short blade, could it be counted as his Broken Knife Flow?    

The Chinese martial arts forest had clouds. One inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous.    

A short saber in close combat was more suitable for a woman who lacked strength but had nimble steps.    

"Change the sabre."    

Koyama Jiro looked at Shangdao Yinghua with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he spoke with a sinister tone.    

Gala, who was waiting at the door, immediately ran over.    

With both hands, he was holding a true blade made of steel.    

Broken blade.    

There were deep troughs of blood, and there seemed to be traces of yesterday's outdated blood stains on the snow-patterned blade.    

In order to temper Shangdao Yinghua's cruel nature, Koyama Jiro had asked her to kill one living thing a day after becoming her coach.    

At first, it was a little sheep.    

Afterwards, the little sheep was replaced with a puppy.    

Then it was a big dog.    

Last week, according to Koyama Jiro's order, Gala changed the prey into the wolf.    

So far, Shangdao Yinghua had slaughtered twenty-one sheep, twenty-nine puppies, thirty big dogs, and four wolves.    

Shangdao Yinghua took a deep breath, passed the wooden sabre to Gala and took the broken sabre from his hand.    

When the woman took the broken sabre, Gala, who didn't really take her seriously until a year ago, couldn't help but shiver after he caught her eye.    

In his impression, even though Shangdao Yinghua had been forced by her subordinates to neglect her and had to kill a spy, she was still a woman made of water. Especially when he saw the breathtaking snow-white color under her collar, Gala would always be excited and start daydreaming.    

But now, even if he was given 10 more guts, Gala wouldn't dare to have any presumptuous thoughts about her.    

He would only grumble in his heart about how Boss Lee died, why did he have to turn a mortal object into a god of death?    

Only the God of Death would possess Shangdao Yinghua's emotionless and cold eyes.    

Gala admitted that the current Shangdao Yinghua was more suitable to be the head of drug trafficking in Dongyang than her second husband.    

After the news of Lee Nanfang's death, Shangdao Yinghua, who did not eat, sleep or sleep for two days, found the best tattooist in Dongyang and drew a black python on her sparkling back.    

The black skull and the skull reflected each other.    

From that day onwards, Shangdao Yinghua was no longer the same Shangdao Yinghua that she used to be.    

Her face was still beautiful and her waist was still soft, but her body now had a kind of Evil Qi that caused one's heart to palpitate.    

For this reason, Gala was puzzled: "Isn't it normal for a woman to die while a man is alive? Is there a need to make such a big change?"    

He didn't understand Shangdao Yinghua's love.