After leaving the Feishenliu Fighting Hall, Chen Chuan took the bus back, he felt that this matter did not seem simple.

Before coming, Captain Xie talked to him. Most of the things that have reached a certain level, especially in the federal capital, are definitely not just a little bit you seem on the surface. That is just a tip of the rise of the iceberg.

There are more shadows buried below.

So after returning to Chiyan Villa, he asked the telegrapher to send a telegraph to the secret department.

Ask if there is any news about the fighting hall.

After sending the telegram, he did not wait for a reply immediately. Instead, Shingoro contacted Chen Chuan, saying that the owner of the Migas Fighting Hall, the Migas Fighting Hall, agreed to the meeting almost immediately after hearing his invitation, saying that it was his honor to meet Chen Chuan, and expressed his great anticipation for this exchange.

The meeting time is set at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon.

Chen Chuan asked the servant to call back and said that he knew, so he went to practice.

The next morning, a password letter was delivered here.

After receiving it, Chen Chuan knew that it was sent by the secret department, so he took out a password book and asked the servant to translate it accordingly. Not long after, the translation was delivered to him.

He looked at it and according to the information provided by the secret department, the incident that Feishenliu Fighting Hall this time was likely to be driven by the Strategic Affairs Department. The ostensibly the reason was that the Ministry of Affairs did not want to see a temple fall into Dashun's hands.

Yes, although the Federation and Dashun are currently negotiating, it does not mean that the upper class of the two countries are consistent. The political struggle between the east and west is only the most obvious thing. In fact, the various departments of the Federation have different thoughts.

The Ministry of Strategic Affairs has always been a very independent department. Even if the current minister is appointed by the current government and has been in office for two years, there is no real control of such a huge department.

The minister has not even figured out how many groups and personnel under the department, and maybe he will not be able to accomplish this until he leaves office. Because in addition to federal funding, the Ministry of Affairs has its own source of funds, its own secret troops, its own laboratories, and even some federal companies stand behind them.

In a sense, the West Bank Confidential Operations Agency is subject to greater restrictions because their funds are completely controlled by the West Bank Parliament, which makes the West Bank often at a disadvantage in the fight against the Ministry of Strategic Affairs. However, due to the chaos in the West Bank management and the existence of cult laboratories, the information is complicated and difficult to distinguish, this situation has formed an alternative protection to a certain extent.

If this department is involved, it cannot be handled so simply.

After thinking for a while, Chen Chuan contacted Captain Xie, then met in the tea room of the villa and told him about the matter.

Commander Xie said without hesitation: "Director Chen, we must definitely keep the fighting hall, especially the venues here in the capital, which have a great effect on us. You can tell me what you lack, and I can allocate it to you. If it is not enough, we can apply to the First Visiting Group.

Although the Ministry of Strategic Affairs intervened in this matter, according to my personal opinion, they should not be for the purpose of safeguarding national interests, but for their own considerations, and there is a difference here."

Chen Chuan said: "Oh? Commander Xie said that this matter was promoted privately by the Ministry of Strategic Affairs?"

Leader Xie nodded and said, "Because they did not have any stop or limit measures before transferring the non-living venue, we were originally prepared, but they were just watching from the side.

If we want to safeguard national interests, then we should obstruct the purpose of review at that time, and at least we will give a little reaction. But they did not move, so they should think that they would take action after we take over this industry."

Chen Chuan understood what this means, "It is not easy to get directly from the owner Luo Guan, but it is relatively easy to get from us. Not only is the reason very sufficient, but it is also good at operating. You can even confiscate it by administrative means on the grounds of national security. In that way, there may be no need to pay a penalty, and you will get a quality industry in vain?"

Commander Xie nodded, his tone exuded mockery: "Before the East Coast Strategic Affairs Department, the East Coast Department of Strategic Affairs, always needs to put a moral cloak on itself and find a reason that is open and honest, such as safeguarding national interests and protecting the safety of the people.

The Confidential Operations Department is different. They are too lazy to do these superficial skills and have more brutal and direct methods, so the latter has a worse reputation, although there is no difference in what they do."

Chen Chuan nodded when he thought of the member of the Operations Agency who monitored the members of the Albert League and was directly beaten to death by him, and obviously recognized this.

He said in a tone of ordinary things: "I will handle this."

They took the fighting hall with their energy and money. The name belongs to him, so of course it is impossible to give it to others.

Even if it is against the Strategic Affairs Department.

After noon, he took a bus to the Freshing Dojo again and was greeted by Shingoro.

After about ten minutes, an armed convoy stopped in front of the dojo. The group got out of the car. The man at the front was two meters long. He had neatly decorated golden hair, wearing a blue plaid dress, looking at a cigar in his mouth, and a camel coat outside.

The owner of the Migas Fighting Hall, the local federal fighter Winlier.

The two fighting halls have always had a competitive relationship before. He knew very well that in the capital, the competition between fighting halls is often not the fighting technology, but the origin and background.

Of course, Chen Chuan was not what he provoked. No matter which country in the world, the fighter of the Secret Palace has an identity and status that is sufficiently respectable, which is not something he can match right now.

But he has an advantage over the other party, that is, the other party is not a federal person, and the supporters behind him are very energetic. However, these people are not willing to stand at the front desk, so he must do this for him.

After taking a look at the sign of Feishen, he took the cigar and let it go, then waved his hand.

He walked in with the disciples and coaches behind him.

Under the arrangement of the reception staff arranged by Shingoro in advance, they soon arrived at Kuan's main venue.

His eyes swept across Shingoro, and he immediately saw a young man. When he saw it, his heart couldn't help but jump.

Although I had prepared mentally in advance, I still felt a sense of panic in my body, as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff, trembling and unable to take easy steps.

He tried hard to calm his mind, stretched out his hand and took off his hat, put it on his chest and bowed slightly, and said in a fluent Dashun language: "This is Mr. Chen, I am Wenlier. Thank you Mr. Chen for inviting me here today."

Chen Chuan nodded and greeted, "Hello, Mr. Wenlier."

Shingoro reached out to invite him and said, "Owner of Wenlier, please take your seat."

After Wenlier and his group sat down, he said in a deep voice: "I invited Mr. Wenlier to come here today to resolve the conflicts that have always existed in our two fighting halls. We hope that your hall will stop these rude actions and make certain apology and compensation."

Wenlier smiled and had expected Shingoro's request. If a secret palace fighter came forward, his request would be too much, but this does not mean that he would immediately bow down and admit defeat.

He said: "Mr. Noburo, you don't need to say anything extra. We are all from fighting players, the simplest and most direct solution. I believe we are all very familiar with each other."

He looked at Chen Chuan with bright eyes.

"The root of our contradiction is that which is better for the Federal people, Migas fighting technique or non-body fighting technique. I think we can prove it with a fight."

Shingoro said: "Is the owner of the Winlier Pavilion going to propose an appointment with Mr. Chen?"

Winlier shook his head.

"I know very well the strength gap between myself and Mr. Chen. Of course, I have no chance of winning in the battle with Mr. Chen, but this is just that Mr. Chen has beaten me personally, and it does not mean that right and wrong are better than Migas' fighting skills."

Chen Chuan said: "Mr. Wenlier means that the skills I have only represent me personally and cannot represent non-body life?"

Wenlier did not answer positively, but his expression said it all.

Chen Chuan looked at a young man standing there and said, "Faith helps."

Xin helped another certificate, but he did not hesitate at all and immediately stood up and responded with a full breath: "Owner, Xin helped this again."

Chen Chuan looked at Wenlier, "This is Mr. Noburo's son. He is sixteen years old and has been trained according to the most orthodox non-personal fighting skills since childhood. I think he should best represent this genre.

Director Wenlier, if you agree, you can launch a person of the same age as him and use his best fighting skills to fight. If you lose, you will follow the request made by Mr. Noburo.

If we lose, I personally will not interfere with your actions in the federal capital in the future."

When Wenlier heard this, the light in his eyes flashed. After looking at Xin Sui for a few more glances, he thought for a while and bowed slightly to Chen Chuan, "Mr. Chen, your proposal is very fair, and Mr. Xin Wen Sui's identity is also very suitable. We are willing to accept it." He shouted to the back: "Clayton!"

Among the crowd standing behind him, a young man came over. His height was about the same as that of Xin Yousui. He had red-brown hair and deep eye sockets. Even if he was young, he exuded a sense of seriousness and seriousness. It could be seen that he had been carefully tempered and cultivated.

He said: "This is our disciple in the Migas Fighting Hall, and we practice the most orthodox Migas Fighting Arts.
Chapter completed!