"Snapped!"
Yamamoto Ichiro slapped his hand on the table and said angrily: "What's wrong? I'm very good!"
"No, no, someone killed someone from our martial arts club." The Japanese man said in a panic.
"Fart!" Yamamoto Ichiro didn't believe it at all: "Chinese people are all sick, how can they kill our people?"
"Really, really, there is a little monk who kills one with one slap, which is easier than hitting a walnut. There is also a guy who uses this finger..."
As he spoke, the Japanese man extended his middle finger towards Yamamoto Ichiro.
Yamamoto Ichiro's face darkened: "Baga!"
"No, no, Yamamoto-kun, he stabbed Fujita-kun to death with this finger." The Japanese man seemed to realize that his action was not appropriate, and he quickly put it away.
Yamamoto Ichiro finally felt something was wrong and came directly to the Japanese man: "Takeda, you didn't lie to me?"
"No, no, the other party is not good. What should we do?"
"Hmph, our Yamamoto Martial Arts Club will not only open to the provincial capital, but also to the entire country of China. In this process, there will definitely be sacrifices." Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes became cold: "But I didn't expect that there are Chinese people who don't know whether to live or die. , attack us first, then I, Ichiro Motoyama, will be rude."
He took out his cell phone and dialed a number quickly: "You guys, come to Shengshi Beauty Company right away."
After hanging up the phone, Yamamoto Ichiro smiled at Han Bingqing: "Ms. Han, don't worry, the martial arts of our Japanese country are so strong that you can't imagine. It's just normal for a few people to die. Those people here today are all No, real masters will come soon. However, since some people dare to come here to make trouble, then I will show Ms. Han how powerful our Yamamoto Martial Arts Club is."
Han Bingqing smiled reluctantly.
Just now, Yamamoto Ichiro boasted about their people so much, but he turned around and was killed.
Is this cooperation possible?
Don't go back and spoil the hall master's instructions. Then I'm afraid you won't have enough brains.
"Go and call all the company's executives." Yamamoto Ichiro ordered the Japanese man named Takeda.
Takeda nodded quickly and ran out quickly.
Not long after, a group of about ten people with bruises and swollen faces came in.
When he saw those people, Han Bingqing couldn't help but be stunned: "Mr. Yamamoto, what are you..."
"Haha, they are all senior executives of this company. Now that Jiang Weiwei is dead, I heard that the new boss has changed. As long as I can control them, then this company will belong to me." Yamamoto Ichiro pointed at those people : "They were disobedient at first, so I asked someone to teach them a lesson. Now, they are all obedient and said they would work with me to deal with the new boss."
Suddenly he raised his voice and asked, "Are you right?"
The executives of those companies nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Yamamoto is right."
"Yes, the new boss is here, and we will definitely help Mr. Yamamoto get the company."
"From now on, this company can only belong to Mr. Yamamoto."
"play hard!"
A group of people were flattering each other, and it felt like they were afraid that they would be slow to act.
Rich people are often more afraid of death.
In front of the Japanese people, these executives were not as spineless as the security guards.
This phenomenon is not just in a small company, but even in many large companies, it seems to be like this.
Because, in the eyes of rich people, there is only profit.
For profit, they can sell everything.
Including one's own conscience.
And as long as you have a little conscience, you probably won't be able to earn wealth that ordinary people can't earn in several lifetimes.
sorrow.
But helpless.
At this time.
There were footsteps again outside.
Yamamoto Ichiro and others looked up.
As soon as he saw the person coming, Han Bingqing's expression suddenly changed. He wanted to find a place to hide, but it was already too late.
"Hey, isn't this Master Han?" Liu Lang and Hulu walked into the office and looked at Han Bingqing jokingly: "I wonder what Master Han is doing here?"
Han Bingqing didn't expect that the person looking for trouble would be Liu Lang.
"Mr. Liu, what a coincidence." Han Bingqing secretly glanced at Ichiro Yamamoto and quickly explained: "Oh, I used to have some cooperation with Shengshi Beauty. Now I heard that Shengshi Beauty has changed owners, so I wanted to come and take a look. , whether to continue those cooperations."
"Really?" Liu Langpi said with a smile: "What's the matter? Head Han can talk to me in the future."
"Looking for you?" Han Bingqing was stunned.
Liu Lang nodded: "Yes, from now on, I will be considered the boss of this company. Not only that, this company will also be renamed Weiyang Group in the future."
"You?" Han Bingqing seemed to understand something instantly, lowering her head and remaining silent.
Yamamoto Ichiro was the first to attack: "Baga, are you the new boss of this company?"
"What?" Liu Lang ignored Han Bingqing and looked up at Yamamoto Ichiro: "Little devil, are the remaining shares of this company in your hands?"
"That's right!" Yamamoto Ichiro said arrogantly: "Although I don't hold a lot of shares, I am a Japanese and a member of the Yamamoto Martial Arts Society. My grandfather is the founder of the Yamamoto Martial Arts Society. I'll give you a chance. , obediently hand over all the shares in your hands, and I can spare your life!"
"Yes, boy, you have no idea how powerful Mr. Yamamoto is."
"Hurry up and hand over the shares in your hands."
"Stop struggling pointlessly."
The executives of those companies began to flatter Yamamoto Ichiro one by one.
Liu Lang glanced at Takeda: "Didn't you tell them that many people died just now?"
One sentence.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Takeda was so frightened that he shrank back, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he stammered: "Yamamoto-kun, they are the ones who killed us!"
"What?" Yamamoto Ichiro's face became serious: "You killed our members of the Yamamoto Martial Arts Club?"
"Little devil, my master said, you Japanese people deserve to be killed!" Gourd stood forward, frightened Takeda to the ground, pointed at Gourd and shouted tremblingly: "He, he is that little monk. One of our people can be killed with one palm, and his body seems to be very hard and invulnerable.”
"Fart!" Yamamoto Ichiro slapped Takeda on the face: "You are not worthy of becoming a samurai. You actually boost others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige! Humph, I want to see what a little monk can do!"
After saying that, he took off his suit, strode to the gourd, and said provocatively: "Little bald donkey, since you killed the people of our Yamamoto Martial Arts Society, I will kill you today to avenge them!"
He took a step forward and punched Hulu in the face.
From the looks of it, Ichiro Yamamoto highly advocates force.
Moreover, this punch actually brought up a strong wind.
interesting!
This Yamamoto Ichiro is also a master.
At least he is much better than those Japanese people who were coaxing him outside.
However, Yamamoto Ichiro seems to be a master at the master level.
It's not enough to see in front of the gourd.
"The Great Sun Tathagata..." Gourd ignored Yamamoto Ichiro's punch and prepared to slap him to death, but a strong wind suddenly struck from behind Gourd.
"Be careful!" Liu Lang naturally felt that the person who came was not malicious. After shouting, he was about to help.
Hulu directly changed the direction of his palm to face the strong wind.
That strong wind turned out to be a samurai sword.
The katana was completely black and seemed completely different from the katana in the hands of the people I met outside before.
It's too late, it's fast.
in a blink.
The katana struck at the back of Gourd's head.
Gourd tilted his head to avoid the opponent's sword. At the same time, he grabbed the katana with his palm, and actually blocked the force of the katana's slash.
"How can it be?"
The owner of the katana was stunned, not expecting that someone could block his katana with bare hands.
But he saw that the owner of the samurai sword was a middle-aged man wearing clogs and a samurai uniform.
The middle-aged man is only about 1.6 meters tall, but he exudes a cold aura, which is completely different from the feeling given by those Japanese people before.
As Gourd grabbed the opponent's katana, Yamamoto Ichiro also hit Gourd on the head with his fist.
The gourd didn't react at all.
He turned and glared at Yamamoto Ichiro: "What are you doing?"
Yamamoto Ichiro was stunned. He didn't expect that punching with all his strength would be like tickling the opponent.
"How is that possible? You, you took a punch from me, how could you be okay?" Yamamoto Ichiro didn't seem to believe it yet, "It's impossible, you must have suffered internal injuries."
"Yamamoto-kun, you are no match for him." The man holding the katana said with cold eyes: "This little monk is not simple."
Yamamoto Ichiro was unconvinced: "Oda, I didn't let you take action, how could you take action?"
A Japanese warrior named Oda said: "If I don't take action, you will die."
"Fart!" Yamamoto Ichiro roared: "I am the vice president of the Yamamoto Martial Arts Club, and my father is the president. You are just a dog beside my father. What do you mean by this, do you mean that I am not as good as you?"
Oda remained expressionless: "The president sent me by your side to protect your safety. Now, your life is in danger, of course I have to take action."
Then, his eyes fell on the gourd, he grabbed the katana with both hands, and suddenly pressed down hard.
"open!"
Seeing that Hulu still wanted to be tough, Liu Lang stepped forward and punched Oda.
Oda felt something was wrong, and immediately drew out his katana, quickly retreated a few steps, and avoided Liu Lang's punch.
"Brother Liu, I have an indestructible body, so I'm not afraid." Gourd glanced at the cut on his palm and said stubbornly.
Liu Lang smiled helplessly: "Your Vajra Indestructible Body has not yet reached the heat. Moreover, his knife is also extremely sharp, not an ordinary knife."
Through the observation just now, Liu Lang finally understood.
This Yamamoto Ichiro is a playboy, conceited but not very capable.
On the contrary, the later Oda was a real master.
Raising his head, Liu Lang looked at Oda: "Since your name is Oda, then your ancestor is Oda Nobunaga?"
Oda Nobunaga was a famous general in the history of Japan.
