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Chapter 593 Are you ready?

Chapter 593 Are you ready? (first update)
Zhang Hui is an authentic Chinese. Although his father does business here, he is very patriotic in his bones.

He has been humiliated by some Japanese people with extremist ideas for so many years in the Japanese country, but he resisted with all his strength, and he will use his fists to solve it if he can. He will never allow anyone to insult his country!
He has always believed in one sentence, as a Chinese, one should have a Chinese soul!

Hearing that Taro Koizumi actually asked him to kneel down and bark like a dog at this moment, he naturally wouldn't compromise. This kind of humiliation was worse for him than killing him.

"It seems that you have chosen the second path!"

Ono Taro narrowed his mung bean-sized eyes, revealing a strong killing intent.

"If you have the ability, you can kill me. I will never let you go if I become a ghost in the future!"

Zhang Hui twisted his neck and said angrily. He saw that he might not be able to run away from the situation in front of him, so he simply went all out.

"Break his legs for me, I'll see if he kneels!"

Taro Ono looked cold, and ordered his bodyguards.

"Actually, there is a third way..."

At this moment, a cold voice resounded faintly in the alley, as if it came from hell, the backs of everyone who heard it felt cold, and goosebumps rose.

"Who!"

Startled, Ono Taro looked around.

But after searching for a long time, there was not even half a figure, only a trace of coldness sprang up from the bottom of his feet.

"what--"

At this moment, a bodyguard suddenly let out a shrill scream, knelt on the ground, covered his neck with his hands, and thick red blood gushed out from between his fingers.

It wasn't until his body fell to the ground that the crowd came to their senses and gathered together, looking around vigilantly with horror on their faces.

Immediately after...

Another scream sounded.

It was a bodyguard next to Ono Taro, who seemed to be strangled by someone around the neck, lifted up, and then fell heavily on the ground, turning into a puddle of flesh!
"Quick! Get him out quickly! Quick!"

Ono Taro's legs trembled, and he shouted at the remaining bodyguards.

He snatched the pistol from one of the bodyguards, and looked around from time to time, looking like a little sheep being targeted by wolves, making the last struggle.

Just after he finished speaking, the remaining bodyguards were all lifted into the air by mysterious power, their necks seemed to be scratched by a sharp weapon, blood gushed out like a spring, and fell on the ground, brilliant like cherry blossoms.

"Plop!" "Plop!"

Several corpses fell to the ground like pork.

Ono Taro's eyes widened, his body trembling more and more, he staggered towards the exit of the alley, rolling and crawling.As if he had seen a ghost, he was still screaming indistinctly.

Before he ran two steps, a vine came out from the ground and lifted his body into the air.

"Um-"

Ono Taro kicked his legs wildly, his eyes were horrified and frightened, and he wanted to cry out for help, but another thin vine wrapped around his neck.

The strong suffocation made him unable to make any sound.

Tick-tock yellow urine flowed down from his crotch, emitting a foul smell.

"Tattoo..."

At this time, a sound of footsteps came slowly.

Under the cold moonlight, a figure gradually appeared in the depths of the alley, revealing Qin Yang's indifferent face.

Ono Taro looked at him with puzzlement and doubts on his face.

He didn't recognize Qin Yang as a passenger on the same plane as him, but he couldn't figure out why the other party wanted to kill him.

"Chinese people."

Qin Yang spoke lightly.

Seems like a reason was given for killing him.

After saying this, Ono Taro's head was twisted ninety degrees, completely dead.

After cleaning up the corpse, Qin Yang looked at Zhang Hui who was slumped on the ground, stretched out his hand, and smiled faintly: "That's right, you're a man, you didn't embarrass the Chinese people."

Zhang Hui swallowed, and asked tentatively, "Warrior? Immortal cultivator?"

If it is a warrior, the opponent can use magic.But if you are a cultivator, there are restrictions in this Tokyo, so it is impossible to be so powerful.

"You can guess whatever you want, anyway, it's right to be a Chinese person like you."

Qin Yang shrugged.

Hearing the other party's words, half of Zhang Hui's fear disappeared instantly, and a smile appeared on his face. He grabbed the other party's hand and said with a smile: "My name is Zhang Hui, I don't know if you are..."

"King Lu Ren."

Qin Yang pulled him up from the ground and said lightly.

"Good name, domineering."

Zhang Hui's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in admiration: "With this name and this strength, you can feel a sense of arrogance, bah bah, it's the aura of a domineering king!"

"Okay, let's go back, be careful before, after all, it's in someone else's territory."

Qin Yang reminded him, then turned and left.

"Mr. Lu, wait..."

Zhang Hui chased after him and said with a smile. "Mr. Lu, this is your first time in Tokyo. You are not familiar with the place here, and it is troublesome to find a hotel. How about I take you to a hotel, which is our family's property. It is not far from here, and there are many hotels there." Chinese."

Qin Yang hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

……

Along the way, Zhang Hui told Qin Yang something about Japan and even Tokyo.

For example, some well-known big families, some black forces such as the Yamaguchi-gumi, and the Dragon Soul hacking incident that has caused a lot of noise recently.

Through Zhang Hui's narration, Qin Yang learned that the people of the Japanese country are very emotional now. Perhaps the sentence of "slapping the emperor's ass" has desecrated the gods in their minds, and their anti-China psychology has become more and more serious.

Some radicals began to smash Chinese restaurants, and occasionally humiliated Chinese overseas students, and even some government officials visited shrines more frequently.

All signs point to provoking Huaxia.

"Mr. Lu, do you think that dragon soul can really spank the emperor's ass?"

Zhang Hui asked.

"What do you think?" Qin Yang asked with a smile.

Zhang Hui hesitated for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "I don't think it's possible, maybe it's just talking. But even if it's just talking, it's awesome. Don't you know that when those little devils saw their computer screens, After hearing the words of spanking the emperor's ass, everyone screamed angrily."

"Sometimes, just talking doesn't work, only spanking them can make them feel the pain."

Qin Yang patted his shoulder and said lightly.

"That's true." Zhang Hui nodded, showing a hey smile. "Then I kind of believe the Emperor is going to be spanked."

Arriving at the hotel, under Zhang Hui's arrangement, Qin Yang stayed in a presidential suite.

"Mr. Lu, it's very late now, you should rest first, if you need anything, you can call me."

Zhang Hui took out a business card and handed it to Qin Yang.

"kindness."

Qin Yang nodded and didn't say much.

After Zhang Hui left, Qin Yang walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the Imperial Palace in the distance, and slowly cracked a bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth: "Emperor, are you ready?"

(End of this chapter)

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