America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 486 The Four Heavenly Kings
This Chinese restaurant is no different from the Chinese restaurants Chen Jianqiu has seen elsewhere in the United States.

The entire restaurant has two floors, the first floor is the lobby, and the second floor is the compartments and boxes.

The floor of the hall is covered with a brown oak floor, and many round tables are placed in sequence.

The counter is at the top of the stairs, and the shopkeeper stands inside.

There was a statue of a Bodhisattva on the wooden cabinet behind him. Chen Jianqiu couldn't tell what kind of Bodhisattva it was, because the face of the statue had been blurred with time, and most of the outer oil paint had fallen off, leaving only the white glaze.

But what is strange is that the owner of the restaurant hung a portrait of the Crucifixion on the wall next to the cabinet, and there was actually a desk under it with an incense burner on it.

This nondescript combination made Chen Jianqiu really a little confused.

"Is the owner of this store a Protestant?" Chen Jianqiu asked He Kuan beside him.

"No, at least I haven't seen him in the church." He Kuan shook his head, "Maybe he thinks that he should follow the customs of the country and worship gods wherever he goes. In his opinion, it may not be wrong to worship more. "

The shopkeeper obviously knew He Kuan well. After seeing him bring a strange Chinese into the gate of the restaurant, he greeted him:

"Mr. He, what do you want to eat today?" The shopkeeper asked respectfully.

He Kuan looked at Chen Jianqiu.

"Two bowls of shark fin rice, stewed bamboo shoots, and a plate of sweet sauce with pork." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the menu hanging behind the counter.

"You are really discerning and lucky. There are just two bowls of shark's fin left, so I'll ask the kitchen to make it for you." expensive."

"No problem, you just take care of it." Chen Jianqiu said.

Since I have money, there is one advantage, that is, I no longer need to look at the price when ordering food.

He patted He Kuan on the shoulder very intimately: "I am treating you today, and you don't need to pay for it."

"How can this be done? We invited you here, how can we let you pay the bill." He Kuan waved his hand hastily, "I am the host, and you are the guest."

While the two were still talking, the four Japanese sitting at a table by the side of the hall suddenly muttered something.

Chen Jianqiu glanced over.

These four people are very typical Japanese ronin whether they are dressed or behaved.

During the era of the Tokugawa Shogunate, the samurai class held the power of the country, but after the Meiji Restoration, the government abolished the privileges of this class, the samurai class collapsed, and those low-level samurai began to wander around and became ronin.

These people caused trouble everywhere and were not very popular in the country. The Japanese government simply took these people abroad and became the vanguard of expansion and aggression.

The four men wore kimonos and gota shoes.

They all wore long knives around their waists, the other three had one, while the man in navy blue sitting by the door wore two long knives, one long and one short.

One Tai Dao, one Co-Cross.

The man who seemed to be the leader of the four looked arrogant, with a bald head, and the rest of his hair was pulled into a braid and pasted behind his head.

"What are they talking about?" Chen Jianqiu asked He Kuan.

"They're saying we're hypocritical." He Kuan walked to an empty round table and said to Chen Jianqiu in a low voice, "The members of Xuanyang Society are civil society organizations on the surface, but they are actually organizations placed here by the Japanese military. "

"Why did they appear in the Chinese restaurant?" Chen Jianqiu picked up the kettle on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

"The one in navy blue is called Yamada Sho. He is one of the 'Four Heavenly Kings' under the president of Xuanyang Society. He is superb at cutting and cutting with one hand, and his knives are extremely fast. His hobby is to taste all kinds of food, especially Chinese dishes. Research."

It turned out to be a foodie.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the table over there, and found a plate of roasted goose in an open oven on it.

Shan Tianxiang flipped the roast goose with chopsticks, took a piece dipped in plum sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

He closed his eyes and raised his head, took a deep breath, his expression seemed to be unimpeded, and he enjoyed it very much:

"Yo Xi!"

Chen Jianqiu couldn't stand it anymore, he turned his head and continued to ask: "Who are the remaining three people?"

"One is called Yoshioka Kunihiko. He is blind in one eye. He is one of the few Japanese ronin in Hawaii who is good at using guns. He likes to drink. He was a killer before, specializing in killing people. You can find him in izakayas and bars."

"The other one is Sato Kojiro, who seems to have been a ninja. Before he came to Hawaii, it was said that he was a flower picker who only picked women. However, after he came to Hawaii, he was recruited and restrained by the president of Xuanyangsha. He slept in flowers and willows all day long. Hejima The chicken girls on the Internet have an unclear relationship."

"The last one is Haruma Yamamoto, from Okinawa. He is very good at boxing and kicking. He once brought people to the martial arts gym in Chinatown to beat him up. Ordinary people couldn't help him. He picked seven of them in a row. The martial arts gym on the whole street was beaten up There is only one family left."

He Kuan seemed to be recalling that challenge.

"The last one survived because of his exhaustion. I remember what their school was called. It was 'karate'."

"He also has hobbies, that is, gambling. He is often scolded by their president because he gambles in the casino and forgets the time. A casino is willing to host him."

"Hiss~" Chen Jianqiu gasped.

Eat, drink, piao, and gamble with the Four Heavenly Kings?What kind of fairy is the president of Xuanyang Society?
Chatting and chatting, the waiter had already come over with shark fins for two people.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the spoon and was about to start enjoying the food when there was a sudden commotion from the Japanese table.

Sho Yamada sat on the stool, and one of his younger brothers hooked his hands at the buddy.

The waiter guy trotted over.

The younger brother pointed to Chen Jianqiu's table, and talked and gestured for a long time, roughly meaning that they wanted to have a portion of the shark's fin rice on Chen Jianqiu's table, and their "gourmet" boss also wanted to try it.

The guy kept explaining that there were indeed only two bowls left in the store and they were sold out.

I don't know if it was because of poor communication, or the Japanese felt insulted.

He slapped the table and jumped up from the stool.

"Baga!" The Japanese yelled and drew out his sword.

The guy was not to be outdone, and yelled at the back kitchen: "Someone is causing trouble! Copy the guy!"

In Hawaii in this era, these Chinese may still be timid in front of those white people, but how could they be afraid of the Japanese?

In their view, these Japanese are not as good as themselves.

The reason why I spoke well just now is because I opened the door to do business, and it is always bad to fight with customers.

But now that it's at this point, I'm afraid it won't work if you don't use martial arts.

The guys in the back kitchen rushed out with rolling pins, kitchen knives and other weapons they could find.

They were just about to argue with these Japanese with their buddies, but unexpectedly those Japanese had drawn out their samurai swords and slashed at the buddies.

Sho Yamada folded his hands on his chest and sat firmly on the stool, as if he didn't bother to participate in this fight.

The guy standing at the front was caught off guard and was slashed in the arm by the Japanese, causing his arm to hang down with blood streaming down his face.

Another guy waved the rolling pin in his hand indiscriminately, trying to block the knife.

The cook wielding a kitchen knife probably knows a little bit about knives.

However, one inch long and one inch strong, the Japanese turned over directly from behind the stool, holding the Taidao high in his hand, and slashed downward.

But at this moment, Yamada Sho's expression suddenly changed.

A silver light suddenly flashed out from his waist.

His tachi was out of its sheath, slashing at a bullet flying toward his apprentice.

With a "bang" gunshot, his apprentice fell to the ground in pain, clutching his thigh.

Not chopped.

Chen Jianqiu's golden revolver turned around and returned to his waist.

The gun could be drawn again whenever he wanted.

"What? Cut bullets?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Yamada Xiang, "Do you want me to give you another bullet?"

Sho Yamada stood up, and the Taidao returned to its sheath. He didn't dare to act rashly, but his mouth was still stiff, and he was not very proficient in using it, but he said to Chen Jianqiu in polite Chinese:
"It's certainly wrong for my disciple to act recklessly, but your excellency is too disrespectful of martial arts, using firearms to attack."

Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes.

The person on the other side could understand and speak Chinese, although not very well.

He didn't notice when Yamada Sho was sitting just now, but after he stood up, Chen Jianqiu realized that this man was only about 1.6 meters tall, and he was a short man.

"You can't beat me at knives." Chen Jianqiu spread his hands.

Sho Yamada suddenly felt that he had been greatly insulted, and his face was very ugly:

"Then why don't we go out and have a competition, I want to see how much you weigh!"

(End of this chapter)