Fake hero

The welcome dinner was held in the magnificent and elegant rotunda of the Manor Castle. 【 】The tall rotunda can accommodate 2000 people to eat at the same time, because the shelf is too tall, so that Chu Tianyang is not used to the huge echo.

As expected by Lawrence, except for a few Asians who were interested in Chu Tianyang, the other killers only cared about eating their favorite delicious food with their heads down.He just raised his head from time to time to look at the new kid with a blank expression on his face, or inadvertently showed a trace of murderous intent.

Such an environment is just right for Chu Tianyang.Chu Tianyang didn't know how fart it would be without those fat people fighting for food with him.At the moment, like a powerful humanoid meat grinder, it unceremoniously slices and pulls all the delicacies on the table into its own plate.

"Little ghost, this piece of chicken roll is mine." Chu Tianyang raised his head and saw a fat man over two meters tall looking down at his plate.

"Your chicken roll? Then why is it on my plate? This meat roll has your name on it?" Hearing that the other party spoke Chinese so proficiently, Chu Tianyang didn't want to cause trouble. Either be scolded like a dog, or kicked by throwing lime.

"Little ghost, today I have a good temper. The boss has rules not to bully newcomers, otherwise... hehe, you will die."

Hearing the giant fat man's words, Chu Tianyang's pent-up temper finally broke out.

Looking at his chicken roll, Chu Tianyang picked up a fork and put the chicken roll into the fat man's plate.

Fatty nodded with satisfaction: "That's pretty much the same, count on you..." Fatty just finished speaking halfway, and something that surprised everyone happened. After Chu Tianyang coughed violently a few times, he slapped his mouthful. Phlegm spit into the fat man's plate.Afterwards, Chu Tianyang made a gesture of invitation and said, "Since it's your chicken roll, I'll give it back to you. Eat it while it's hot, or my mouthful of phlegm won't taste good when it's cold."

Only half of the killers present can understand Chinese.However, Chu Tianyang's provocative actions don't need to be understood at all. Anyone knows that this fat man wanted to give Chu Tianyang a blow, but he was forced to a dead end by Chu Tianyang—if he didn't fight back, then this Fatty will never be able to gain respect in the killer group again.

In an instant, the fat man's fair face turned into a liver color.The fist not much smaller than Chu Tianyang's head was clenched and rattled, and even the dinner plate in his hand became a strange shape under his vigorous grip.

Chu Tianyang didn't care. To Chu Tianyang, such a fat man was just a piece of fat that could move.If this guy dares to do anything to him, at least let him break an arm—Chu Tianyang firmly remembered Huang Laoxie's teachings, and firmly followed the principle of causing trouble if he could cause trouble.

But the fat man's next words made Chu Tianyang suddenly murderous.

"You Huaxia people dare to insult the noble white race on the land of Europe!" Throwing the dinner plate in his hand on the ground with a bang, the fat man's expression returned to normal.It's just that the look in Chu Tianyang's eyes is not normal, just like looking at a dying person.

Before Chu Tianyang could speak, a short Asian man jumped out from the dining table next to him: "Baga! How can you, a white-skinned pig, scold the excellent ninjas of my Great Japanese Empire?" The short man hadn't arrived yet, The slender samurai sword on his body was drawn out of its sheath with a cold light.

While Chu Tianyang was surprised, he was very envious of this guy's long knife.It's just because this thing has Japanese origin, so Chu Tianyang decided to dig out the toilet after it was seized.

Chu Tianyang looked around, and found that the old guy Lawrence was sitting on his seat with a smile and made a gesture of invitation to himself, without any intention of stopping him.And the others seemed to be used to this kind of fight, eating delicious food with relish, while waiting for the blood to flow all over the ground.

"How about you two fight first?" Seeing the little devil rushing up with a samurai sword, Chu Tianyang thought that they should fight first.

Unexpectedly, the two shook their heads at the same time.The fat man said: "The blood of the Japanese is much nobler than yours. I will not fight with him."

Little Japan looked at Chu Tianyang contemptuously, spit on the ground and cursed: "You, sick men of East Asia!"