Super Great Fortune Teller

"You Chinese have a good saying, that is, to toast and not to eat, to drink. It seems that this is really suitable for you Chinese people." Mitsui Shin shook his head and said.

"Let go of me!"

Cheng Hong, on the other side, sees that Fang Tang is under control. She immediately steps forward and wants to help Fang Tang, but she is held by the monk with one hand.

Although the monk doesn't know what Mitsui shin and Zhao Mu are talking about, he also knows the conflict between them.

He walked slowly to Zhao Mu's back and patted Zhao Mu's shoulder.

Zhao Mu only felt that his shoulder was grasped by a pair of big hands, and then his body involuntarily retreated behind the figure. The monk's height was 1.90 meters, which blocked Zhao Mu tightly.

Mitsui Shin's height is only about 1.70 meters. The monk looks down at Mitsui shin. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Later, the monk turned back to Zhao Mu and said, "Zhao mu, tell this guy, is this guy not satisfied?"

When Zhao Mu heard the monk's question, he felt that his mouth was already bitter. He said helplessly, "he doesn't refuse. He wants Fang Tang and Cheng Hong to drink with them."

"What?" When the monk heard Zhao Mu's words, his eyes were erect, and a fierce light burst out of his eyes. He looked at Zhao Mu fiercely and said, "did you promise him?"

When Zhao Mu heard the monk's words, he quickly shook his head.

Seeing Zhao Mu like this, the monk patted Zhao mu on the shoulder again.

When Mitsui Shin saw the 1.90 meter monk come out, his eyes showed a trace of sarcasm. A tall, strong looking guy like a monk often had a fragile heart.

As long as he shows a little bit of ferocity, this kind of fool will easily be convinced.

Mitsui trust by monk there and Zhao Mu whisper, he really does not care.

Today, although lunch was late, Mitsui Shin thought it would be wonderful if he could beat this stupid man.

"Tell this guy to apologize to the two girls and you right away, or I'll tear down his bones." The monk looked at Zhao Mu and said.

"What?" When Zhao Mu heard the monk's words, he didn't respond, but the boss of the Japanese material store immediately conveyed the monk's words to Mitsui shin.

Mitsui Shin's eyes also slightly increased a little. He looked at the monk with some doubts and thought, is there something wrong with this guy's head?

"Mr. Zhou Shen. This Mitsui shin is a member of the volcanic formation, and just now the owner of the Japanese material store has conveyed the message to Mitsui shin. " Zhao Mu felt his heart beat like a drum.

"Good delivery!" The monk laughed.

Then the monk felt a wind coming towards his face.

It's Mitsui Shin's palm.

The monk immediately put out his hand, PA! He grabbed Mitsui Shin by the wrist.

Boom! Suddenly, the Japanese and several Chinese people who were eating were all staring at the monk. They didn't expect that the outsiders would dare to fight with Mitsui shin.

Mitsui Shin felt as if his wrist was pinched by a pair of pliers. He immediately stretched out his other arm and drew it toward the monk's face.

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The monk once again grasped Mitsui Shin's other arm.

Mitsui Shin felt the pain coming from his wrist. He twisted his face and cried, "kill him!"

The dozen people brought by Mitsui Shin rushed towards the monk immediately.

Zhao Mu was pushed away first, and the diners put down their chopsticks one after another and flashed aside.

The monk faced more than a dozen people who rushed over, and his face was full of excited smile. He yelled: "good come!"

He gave his hands a good wring. CLICK! It's a big noise.

Mitsui Shin's two arms were suddenly dislocated.

"Ah Then Mitsui Shin screamed.

More than a dozen members of the volcanic group just came to the monk's side.

The monk stood there like a King Kong.

Those members of the volcano group come to him and will be blasted away by the monk with an old fist.

The monk is originally a layman of Shaolin Temple. A set of Shaolin Changquan is like doing exercises to others. However, at this time, when the monk uses Shaolin Changquan again, he has the bonus of Yin Yang Wuji skill. The power of that fist is not able to be resisted by these ordinary gangsters.

I saw the monk blow the members of the volcano group five or six meters away.

Bang bang!!

Countless tables and chairs were smashed.

The boss of the Japanese food store was also shocked. Looking at this scene, the diners were even shocked. They couldn't believe that the volcano group, who had been used to being arrogant and domineering, had suffered a huge loss on the Chinese people.

Mitsui Shin fell to the ground is also incredible. Looking at this scene, the members of the volcano group, like dolls, can't make a move in the hands of monks.Until the last member of the volcanic group was blasted to a table by the monk, crushing all the dishes on the table, and then the porcelain pieces pierced into the members of the Volcanic Group, leaving bloodstains on his body.

After flying the last member of the Volcanic Group, the monk patted his hand, and it seemed that he still had some meaning.

When the boss of the Japanese material store saw this scene, he was all over the place. When the monk came to Mitsui Shin's side, even Zhao Mu suspected that he was dreaming.

Only Cheng Hong and Fang Tang have little stars in their eyes. They originally thought that monks were just the fitness masters who came out of the gym. They had empty muscles but no fighting power. However, when the monk took the hand, they realized how terrible the monk's own force value had been.

"Zhao mu, come here for a while." The monk looked at Zhao Mu and said.

Zhao Mu heard the monk's words, did not dare to neglect, nodded and immediately came to the monk's side.

"Ask this guy, do you want to apologize?"

"Yes

Zhao Mu took a cool breath.

I didn't expect that the monk would be so arrogant when he asked if he had time to leave?

Seeing the hesitation in Zhao Mu's eyes, the monk glared: "Zhao mu, what do you mean?"

"I will! I'll do it Then Cheng Hong came to the monk with a giggle.

Cheng Hong looked at the letter of Mitsui leaning on the leg of the table and asked: "this gentleman asked if you didn't accept it. Do you still need us to apologize for the wine?"

"Baga!" Mitsui Shin roared.

The monk understood this sentence and picked up Mitsui Shin's collar.

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Two slaps on Mitsui Shin's face.

Mitsui Shin's cheek became red and swollen at the speed visible to the naked eye.

"What are you doing? Or not? " The monk's voice was like squeezing out of his teeth.