Living with the Teacher: The Merry Student

"Very good! Get in the car and leave. You sneak into the guard group and don't let the island government catch any clues!" Zhuo Yifan said lightly.

"Understood!" Wang Baiyu nodded.

After Zhuo Yifan finished speaking, he drove away from the scene.The total duration of this large-scale weapon fight did not exceed 5 minutes.Not to mention that the police didn't react, even the residents living nearby didn't react after hearing the explosion.

Yasukuni Shrine, in the small building of the high priest, the high priest's whole face was gloomy, and his eyelids were trembling unceasingly.

There was a young warrior kneeling in front of him, his hands and head were already on the ground, but his body was still trembling.Just now, when he told the High Priest the news of Wunan Nakamura's annihilation, the high priest's blood-red eyes almost scared him to pee!

"Baga! Damn Chinaman, you're too deceitful!" The high priest gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the tea table in front of him.In an instant, the tea table was in pieces, and the warrior almost fell to the ground in fright.

"My lord priest, calm down!" The samurai hurriedly kowtowed tremblingly to beg.

Until today, all three of his most proud disciples died in Zhuo Yifan's hands, calm down?How to appease him?He was about to go berserk!If it weren't for the restrictions of the bullshit international convention, he would have liked to personally take action and tear Zhuo Yifan's body into pieces!

"Where is that Chinese man now?" The high priest asked in a deep voice after a long silence with a cold face.

"Report to the priest, he...he has returned to the Imperial Hotel!" The samurai quickly kowtowed again, replying tremblingly.

"Empire Hotel?" The high priest read out these words with a grim expression, but his expression recovered slowly in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, the high priest said coldly, "How many of us are still outside?"

"There are less than 200 people!" The samurai hurriedly replied.

"I have surrounded the Imperial Hotel! I want to deal with that Chinese man myself!" the high priest said coldly.

Hearing this, the samurai widened his eyes in horror, and quickly reminded: "No, my lord priest! The Imperial Hotel cannot be tampered with. Even if you want to move that Chinese man, you have to wait until he leaves the hotel."

"Why?" The high priest frowned and asked very displeased.

"Because...the leader of Huaxia is staying in that hotel today. And that Chinese man is now with the No. [-] head of Huaxia! If you do something to him now, it will cause international disputes. The island country will enter A land of eternal doom!" The warrior quickly explained.

Hearing this news, the High Priest suddenly wilted!This time he was completely wilted.Even if he was given the courage, he would not dare to offend the leaders of Huaxia!Among other things, just the two existing masters of the Tribulation Stage in China are enough to crush him to death like an ant!People are worried that they won't find a chance to come to your land to make trouble, you can't create opportunities for the enemy, can you?

"I see! You go down!" The high priest was silent for a while, and then waved his hands helplessly and said.

The samurai breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and hurriedly left the high priest's room.

"Zhuo Yifan, you damn Chinese. As long as you set foot on the land of the island country again, I will never let you go!" the high priest gritted his teeth and said to himself.