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Chapter 28 I want to interview the heroine in person

"what happened?"

"I do not know?"

"I don't know either. I was talking to Senior Brother Xiahou when he suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. I was really scared."

Ji Yang blinked innocently and followed the team to hide far away. He raised his right hand to his shoulder, hooked his fingers on his coat, and the coat fell behind his slender body. He looked very relaxed.

Such a terrible thing happened in the terminal, and the Koreans reacted quickly, and a group of people rushed over to help each other. A leader-like man in a black suit looked at the bottle on the ground, sniffed, and his face looked scary.

He raised his head and glanced at Ji Yang and his group, then waved his hand and said, "Send them to the hospital first, and then check the surveillance to see what's going on."

After he finished speaking, he adjusted his expression and walked over, holding out his hand and smiling, "I'm so sorry..."

The leader's face was serious: "Old Jin, we are old friends. Look at what has happened. We were originally working together well, but why did so many accidents happen?"

Lao Jin's expression froze. "Lao Zhao, you are right. Hey, it's so hard for me. You know me. I am most afraid of trouble. But you also understand the situation in Korea. The public's emotions are too extreme...blah blah blah..."

The leader said: "We are fine, it seems to be an accident."

But the next moment, the leader's face turned unnatural.

The staff brought the surveillance video and played it while secretly looking at Ji Yang with awe in his eyes. Ji Yang yawned lazily and hooked his clothes around Xia Houwu's neck.

It was obvious from the surveillance footage that the other party was targeting Ji Yang, but Ji Yang just happened to take off his coat, threw it back, and shook it, so the sulfuric acid liquid hadn't reacted with Ji Yang's clothes yet... and it just happened to bounce back... and it just happened to land on the other party's body. What's more, two of the fastest drops flew directly into the other party's eyes...

Everyone was silent, and there was something wrong with the way they looked at Ji Yang.

The leader coughed and said, "Old Jin, I need to take a copy of this video."

Lao Jin nodded silently: "I will stay here with you. Don't worry, there will be no more accidents before boarding the plane. This man must be a terrorist. He is deliberately sabotaging and wants to destroy the reputation of our country."

The leader said in a serious tone: "Don't worry, Lao Jin, the terrorists' plot will not succeed. As we all know, the credibility of the Koreans is very trustworthy."

The leader prepared a copy of the video and quickly sent it back to China, notifying the Chinese side to pay attention to public opinion. Lao Jin also said, "I will hold a press conference. This matter must be explained. This time, we have to thank Master Ji for his coincidence and accidental destruction of the terrorists' plot. The people of our country will thank Master Ji..."

Ji Yang grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth under his sunglasses. He was so handsome that even Old Jin was dazed. He felt that he was even more charming than the idols in China: "Mr. Jin, you are too polite. As long as you are not thanking my eight generations of ancestors, it will be fine."

When Ji Yang boarded the plane and left, Lao Jin heaved a long sigh of relief. He felt relieved that Ji Yang had gone to heaven. Wiping the dense sweat on his forehead, Lao Jin turned around with a gloomy face and asked, "What happened?"

"Director, that person is terminally ill."

"What I'm asking is how did he bring such a dangerous thing in? Did he hold it in his mouth?"

"He was already dead. He died on the way to the hospital. The surveillance camera couldn't see how he appeared in the terminal."

Lao Jin was so angry that his face turned black. "Be thankful that nothing serious happened. Master Ji has a high reputation in Longguo. If he really got into trouble in our country, things would be really troublesome. Gather people, I want to hold a press conference. Terrorists from Japan attacked passengers, and Master Ji Yang, a kung fu master from Longguo, destroyed the terrorists' plot. This matter must be known to the people of the whole country. By the way, quickly find someone to write the script, I want to interview the heroine in person."

The subordinate was confused: "Master Ji's team doesn't have any female warriors?"

Lao Jin slapped the other person on the forehead and said, "Artistic processing, do you understand artistic processing?"

Ah Xi, you just want to interview the female lead, right?

"Director, is what Master Ji is performing really Kung Fu?"

Lao Jin's expression also trembled, his eyes filled with awe: "The Dragon Kingdom has a long heritage, and there are many things we didn't steal...bah, didn't learn."

Subordinate: "That's right, he keeps saying he doesn't know Kung Fu, but what's the result? He's scarier than anyone else when he uses it. My girlfriend is studying in Long Country, and she told me that the old men and women there hang themselves up in the park, like they were hanging themselves. Director, do you think they are practicing flying head techniques?"

When Ji Yang landed, he just received the news and a call from Shan Ying.

Shan Ying told him that Lao Jin wanted to adapt a script based on his experience and gave him a large sum of money. At the same time, a press conference was held, perhaps for the filming of a movie, or perhaps for some other reason, Ji Yang became a hero who saved the country of Korea.

Of course, according to Lao Jin, they had already received news about the terrorists. After 72 hours of pursuit, the Japanese terrorists were panicking and rushed to attack Ji Yang, but Ji Yang resolved the crisis by chance. Ji Yang was just a supporting role, and the main character was Lao Jin's team.

The name of the movie: 72 Hours!

Ji Yang laughed in silence, and after hanging up the phone, the leader also smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying gently: "Domestic netizens really want to know what happened. Master Ji, do you think the video should be released?"

Ji Yang said righteously, "As long as it helps the work, I have no objection."

"Xiao Ji is good." Leader Zhao nodded with satisfaction. Chinese martial arts have been criticized a lot in recent years, and they are eager to improve people's impression of Chinese martial arts. Master Xiao Ji is good, humble and not greedy for credit.

The group walked out of the airport.

This was Ji Yang's first time in Japan, so he looked around curiously. The airport was very well built, in line with the Japanese's usual stingy style, but it also had a unique flavor. The beautiful girls everywhere and the exotic customs gave Ji Yang a strange and novel feeling.

His brows felt warm, and his will became softer, causing the spiritual fragments in his body to sparkle and shine with the Yuan Qi Pill. It was as if his entire body was installed with light bulbs, flashing so brightly that it was dazzling.

Under the guidance of the will body, Ji Yang found that he was more familiar with every part of his body and could clearly perceive the various states in his body. He slowly adjusted his walking posture to make his movements more in line with the resonance in his body and nourish his vitality.

"Maybe one day I can become stronger just by sleeping." This absurd idea came to Ji Yang's mind, but when he felt the more rounded and condensed Yuan Qi Pill, Ji Yang felt that this idea was not a daydream.

"Are the Japanese very chaotic?"

Xiahou Wu walked in front vigilantly, looking at the chaos not far away and said. Leader Zhao was protected in the middle, and the group walked to the side, trying to bypass the front.

They were a group of young men wearing colorful clothes and various styles of hair accessories or ribbons on their heads. Ji Yang didn't understand what they were, but they looked like characters from a cartoon, chasing and beating each other.

……

Outside the airport, the Japanese convoy was all black, standing quietly in a row on the roadside. Next to the vehicles, there were men in black sunglasses and black suits standing guard, looking strange.

Inside the car, the old Yagyu Rokudo was wearing reading glasses, with wrinkles crisscrossing his face.

Yagyu Rokudo looked serious and said to the old man next to him: "What does Yokohama think of the opponent's strength?"

Old Yokohama looked unkindly: "Ichiro has already said that we tried our best in that competition, but that cripple was too fast. He saw the other person move, but his body couldn't react in time. Ji Yang is obviously stronger than that cripple. If we compete, we will probably still lose."

Yagyu's old eyes were filled with a hint of determination: "So what? We Japanese will never admit defeat, and domestic public opinion will not allow us to give in. We already have an emperor above us, do we need another one?"

Old Yokohama sighed, "This is the age of technology. No matter how strong an individual is, it will be useless. Yagyu, martial arts is just a business."

Yagyu: "The samurai spirit must not be dissipated. You know, without the samurai spirit, the Japanese will lose half of their vitality. This is not only a business, but also the backbone of the Japanese."

"He's a good fighter, but so what? The human body has its limits, and he'll get tired eventually."

"We have so many young people in Japan. No matter what method we use to win, as long as we win, we will be the spiritual pillar of all the young people in Japan."

Old Yokohama was about to speak but stopped talking. Yagyu Rokudo clenched his fists and said, "The stronger he is, the better. The higher his reputation, the better. If he loses, the effect will be even more sensational."

Yokohama frowned at his old friend and said in a complicated tone: "Yagyu, we are old, and our era has passed. Since the cold weapons were withdrawn from the battlefield, the samurai have long lost their glory. Martial arts originated in the Central Plains, but even a big country like the Central Plains did not abandon martial arts in the face of technology. Yagyu, why are you so stubborn? Listen to my advice, this is just business, we should cooperate with each other, even if we have to lower our posture a little. One father is a father, two fathers are also fathers, making money is not shameful."

“Baka.” Yagyu Rokudo’s old face was filled with anger. Although he was old, he was still swift as he rode on the other person, grabbed Yokohama’s collar, and pushed him angrily. Yagyu Rokudo pressed his forehead against Yokohama’s forehead, spitting saliva: “Baka, Yokohama, you were not like this when you were young. You spineless man, can you just let it go when your grandson was beaten to a pulp? Have you abandoned the honor of a samurai?”

Yokohama frowned: "Calm down, Yagyu, anger can't solve the problem. Of course I won't forget what happened to Ichiro, but the other party is really too strong. He is the god of martial arts. Yagyu, it's not shameful to bow your head and submit to God. He can bring benefits to us."

Yagyu was furious: "What if he is a god? I, Yagyu, believe that our young people of Japan will slaughter him for everyone to see, even if he is a god."

Yokohama was about to speak when he suddenly glanced out the window and said, "Something happened."

Liu Sheng turned his head and saw dozens of violent young men fighting each other, while Ji Yang and his group were hiding by the roadside. As for why he could tell the difference between the Japanese and the Dragon people at a glance, it was probably because of his temperament.

Yagyu smiled instead of getting angry, his eyes excited: "Yoshi, our Japanese guys are very enthusiastic. Don't be impatient, Yokohama-kun, let them feel the intimidation from the Japanese."

　Brothers, have you started preparing for the New Year? You are so busy.
　　
　
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