Xianichiro was arrested without any resistance.

He knew that he had not only come to a strange place, but also to a strange era.

Prison may be a safe place before fully understanding the world.

After all, based on his past experience, if he dared to resist a warrior in the inner palace in public, even if he was a child, he would inevitably be cut off his fingers or destroyed his living tools to show warnings. However, now he has pierced the feet of a "soldier", and these policemen have just tied his hands and held a rope around his neck.

Although it is a bit insulting to be led like a dog, Xianichiro never cared about such things.

He only felt that everything he encountered in just one hour was enough to illustrate the relaxed atmosphere of this era.

In fact, Xian Yiro didn't know that the reason why the police did not break one of his legs in public was because of the special location; the other was that he was just attracted by foreigners and the light of the iron-scored thunder.

One of the four new policemen had already helped the unlucky guy who was pediced by Xianyiro to the hospital, and the other three were responsible for taking him back to the police station. The fat police officer in charge of the leader was like holding the emperor's grandson, touching the heavy King Kong Iron Summoning Thunder Knife. If it weren't for being on the street, he really wanted to cut something to verify the sharpness of the sword.

Along the way, Xianichiro was not worried or afraid of being arrested by an ordinary child. Instead, he looked at the pedestrians on the wide streets and buildings with different styles on both sides of the road. He even estimated that the total number of people in the Tokyo city on only two streets may have exceeded the total number of Ashinazhong + Monk of Xianfeng Temple + Monkey of Fallen Valley.

Even Xian Ichiro, who was so determined that he was so gloomy, couldn't help but sigh: "There are so many Tokyo people."

People from two streets can match a country. Is this the strength of the old Edo in the inner palace?

Ashina has been struggling to survive for more than 20 years under such a giant, and it is entirely relied on Ashina's reputation as the Sword Saint!

[If grandpa could come back to life and come to this era, what would it be?]

Xianichiro began to imagine.

On the other hand, perhaps because he was feeling comfortable holding the sword, the fat police officer actually responded to Xianyiro's sigh: "Of course. Today, Japan is already a great power that can match the European powers, and Tokyo is the most developed city in Asia. Didn't it be said in the newspaper a few days ago that the total number of people in Japan now is likely to have exceeded 50 million!"

"What?!" Xianichiro exclaimed.

The reason why he is even more out of control than a wolf who gets a heavy wallet is that this number is too big.

【50 million?】

[After theft, Ashi Ming had the largest population, and only had 4,000 people!]

【This is a population that only has nearly 10,000 Ashina!】

The astronomical figure of 50 million made Xianichiro feel thrilling.

So much so that on the road ahead, he didn't say a word and seemed to be full of worries.

"Take him to the squat, I still have something to do. I'll talk about the matters that are interrogated later."

The fat police officer couldn't wait to rush into the office area, and everyone knew that he must have gone to test the sword.

Jin Steel and Iron Summon Lei away from him, but Xian Yiro was not nervous.

For some reason, he seemed to have a sense of his sword.

In the dark, he felt that he knew the position of Jingang Iron and Tsing Lei. It seemed that as long as he thought, Jingang Iron and Tsing Lei would return to his hands in an instant.

But now is not the time, and he hasn't learned what he wants to know yet. The longer the fat man studied Xian Ichiro's sword, the more time he spent.

In this way, Xian Ichiro was taken to the police station's detention room.

Xianichiro looked in through the iron railing. There were four tall, short, fat and thin people in the narrow second detention room. In addition, there was only a bench and a covered wooden barrel.

But unexpectedly, the thin man lay on his side on a bench with his head supported, staring blankly, shaking around barefoot; while the other three were squatting or sitting on the ground, with a sad face and a nervous look. Xian Yiro only glanced at it and knew that the thin man was so arrogant, it should not be as simple as it seemed, and it was a troublesome.

Sure enough, when he saw a policeman coming, the thin man immediately squeezed out a smile and immediately turned over from the stool, as if he wanted to welcome his own father.

"Oh, today we came to Police Komura and Police Kojo!"

The thin man looked at Xian Yiro and saw that he was an ordinary little devil, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he greeted the two policemen, "I want to ask you two, can I leave today? Tonight our president is going to discuss business with customers from the United States. It would be impossible without me!"

The thin man who asked this could not tell how urgent it was. Instead, the three people squatting on the ground looked at the policeman with hope, wishing that the thin man could fly away quickly.

"We will squat as long as we should squat as long as we should. The rules are not decided by us."

The village police officer frowned.

He looked very young, but he looked eighteen or nineteen years old, and he did not hide his disgust for the thin man at all.

This thin man is a regular visitor. The old fried dough stick in the phone is not a big deal every time, so he becomes familiar with him. But the more familiar he is with this person, the more annoying he feels.

The older police officer Katsujo silently untied the rope for Xianichiro without saying a word, looking dull and didn't seem to want to have anything to do with the thin man.

The thin man didn't care, and smiled and continued, "Oh, don't be angry. To be honest, this detention room is actually the same as home for me. I don't rush to leave. I even want to stay for a few more days to be considered a holiday. But this business is very important tonight. If it can be completed, our company can make a lot of money! If you want to go out, our president will definitely thank you very much. Even if you just let me go out tonight, I will ask me back tomorrow."

The police officer of Komura suddenly glared and said, "You are bribing..."

"Okay, Xiaocun, give me the key."

The police officer Komura wanted to say something, but the Uchijo had untied the rope of Shinichiro and sent him into the iron railing with one foot: "Get in, don't make trouble."

As he said that, Shangyong suddenly winked at the thin man, "Look at him carefully. This little ghost has a very bad temper. I don't know where to steal a samurai sword and attack the police. If it weren't for the fact that there were foreigners everywhere on the street, he would have broken his legs."

In one sentence, Xian Ichiro's identity (suspected thief) and crime were explained.

The few people in the detention room looked at Xian Yiro, all of whom looked surprised.

Unexpectedly, this child looked like he was only eleven or twelve years old, but he was a tough guy.

"Okay, okay, I will definitely help you educate him." The thin man still smiled.

Of course, the thin man understood what Shangyou meant.

The police in Koichong District have a special status and every word and deed is seen by the people of the Congress, and many things cannot be done.

But if it is left to the prisoner, it will be fine.

For example, teaching a lesson to assault police and criminals.

Nakajo didn't agree with the skinny answer, but just said inadvertently: "As for your request, I will tell my brother-in-law."

His brother-in-law is the fat police officer who took away Jin Steel and Tie to Zhao Lei.

There was no overly profound hint of the conversation between the two. Both Xianichiro and the few people in the detention room could hear it clearly.

Then, the two policemen closed the iron railing door of the detention room and walked out.

As the second door on the corridor was also closed, the thin man's humble smile immediately distorted and became somewhat meaningful. However, the thin man turned his face and looked at Xian Ichiro, and before he could even say anything, Xian Ichiro had already used all his strength to push his palm and hit the thin man's Adam's apple with a heavy blow!

The thin man was waiting for the police to leave, while Xian Yiro was also waiting for the police to leave.

For Shinichiro, being arrested was one thing, and he had no choice at that time.

But if he is attacked by an adult in prison and hurt his fragile body, he will lose all his support.

So Xianichiro plans to take action first and solve the threat in front of him first.

Even if the police will take revenge later, then I'll find a solution.

Having said that, this thin man was just an ordinary person. Under Xian Yiro's attack, he fell to the ground immediately.

Don’t think that the attack is useless now. On Tianshou Pavilion, Xian Ichiro also used this move to cause considerable trouble to Kyuro’s ninjas. Combined with the special force method similar to the Kowloon Combo Fist and the precise weakness strike, even now, he is enough to make an adult suffer very much.

Because he was attacked to his throat, the thin man lay down to the ground, his face flushed but he could not speak. He could not do anything except cover his Adam's apple with his hands to avoid a second blow.

However, Xianichiro stepped on his nose with his next kick, and blood suddenly flowed.

From the moment he saw this thin man, Xian Ichiro knew that this guy was like the group of local gangsters who were conquered by Ashina when the inner palace ruled Ashina. He obviously had a bad figure and physical condition, but he relied on the power he represented behind him to pretend to be a tiger's power and specifically bullied those born obedient people.

For example, the three people squatting on the ground.

Xianyiro just glanced at them, and the three of them stood up in panic, fearing that this little devil who dared to attack the police would do something to them.

Not to mention anything else, Xian Ichiro's current image is indeed a bit scary.

His long black hair was tied into pieces, his eyes were pressed tightly under his eyebrows, and his gloomy eyes were poked out from time to time. In addition, he beat this old fried dough stick like this in less than five seconds after entering the door, and it is inevitable that others will regard him as a madman.

[Most people, even if they have a strong body, do not have a strong heart.]

【But this is better, it is easier to find out information.】

Xian Yiro shook his head, then pulled open the bench, pressed his knees steadily with both hands, and Yue Zhiyuan sat opposite the few people.

Like a stable mountain.

The momentum of the young monarch Ashina instantly swept across this small detention room.

He glanced coldly at the thin man who was sobbing on the ground with his nose in his arms, and gave an unquestionable order in a tone: "Go to go with them."

The thin man had hatred in his eyes, but he still did what he was doing. After all, he couldn't even shout loudly now.

"Sit." Xianichiro said, as if he was the owner of this place.

Several people knelt down consciously, and suddenly felt that they had returned to the distant ancient times, facing a cruel and decisive Warring States famous name.

Looking at the reactions of several people, Xian Ichiro enjoyed it very much and missed the days when he studied with Mr. Masato Gideon again.

Yixin is a swordsman, not a ruler. As for how to manage his subordinates and how to issue orders, it is mostly Xian Ichiro's assistance, and the Ghost Court Masako taught him. After all, the latter once led a bandit of nearly a hundred people, while Xian Ichiro's subordinates only had nearly a thousand available soldiers. Apart from the legitimacy of the rule, there was no essential difference between the two.

Xian Yiro came to his senses and slowly swept his eagle-like eyes towards the faces of several people.

"I'll ask you a question first, how did the inner palace perish?"

The few people looked at each other, but they didn't expect it to be like this.

...

About an hour later.
To be continued...