"Ninjutsu, Mist Release?"
Liu Lang couldn't help being slightly startled when he saw Oda disappearing.
Liu Lang basically had a certain understanding of Japanese martial arts.
The so-called martial arts masters like those who were killed by Gourd before are just third-rate people, and I am afraid they are not even worthy of the external strength of China.
Those who are stronger can barely enter the external energy or even the master realm.
However, there are still real masters in Japan.
It is said that the strongest martial arts master in Japan is the ninja.
Those ninjas have weird kungfu. Some specialize in swordsmanship, some specialize in sneak attacks and assassinations, and some even practice trickery. There are all kinds of them.
Different from the division of martial arts in the Hua Kingdom, the martial arts levels in the Japanese Kingdom are very simple.
From low to high, there are third-rate masters, second-rate masters, first-rate masters, and then up to super-first-rate masters.
A super master should be equivalent to the martial arts master of China.
A first-rate master, similar to a little master.
Second rate, similar to the master realm of China.
Third rate, almost a master of internal strength.
A master who can practice ninjutsu needs to be at least second-rate.
Judging from the situation just now, these black warriors seem to be ninjas.
That Oda is similar to a master master from the Chinese country, and it seems that he is also a top-notch master in the Japanese country.
"Brother Liu, why did that guy run away in smoke?" Hulu still looked confused, obviously he didn't have much contact with this kind of Japanese ninja.
"That's a skill that can hide one's whereabouts." Liu Lang explained casually, his eyes falling on Yamamoto Ichiro: "Now, what else do you have to say?"
Yamamoto Ichiro was scared.
He didn't expect that even the dignified Oda would be defeated and escape.
However, relying on his status as a descendant of the Yamamoto family, Yamamoto Ichiro did not believe that Liu Lang dared to kill him.
"Boy, you are really good. Okay, I don't want your shares anymore. From now on, as long as you are obedient, we can make a fortune together just like I did with the Jiang family before."
Looking at Yamamoto Ichiro's shameless look, Liu Lang couldn't help but be happy: "Why, are you trying to default on your debt?"
"Humph, I don't understand what you are saying at all!" Yamamoto Ichiro obviously didn't want to acknowledge the bet just now.
"Little devil, are you talking nonsense with your eyes open?" Hulu was about to step forward, so frightened Yamamoto Ichiro shouted: "Little monk, it is your honor to be able to cooperate with us Japanese people! Besides, we Japanese people, When did you talk about credit?"
"Yes, you Japanese people talk like farts!" Liu Lang had lost his patience and simply stopped talking nonsense to Yamamoto Ichiro. Looking around, he saw that the executives were so scared that they were silent.
They could see that Liu Lang and Gourd really dared to kill people.
They even dare to kill Japanese people. If they dare to show up again, who knows whether they will be killed by Liu Lang.
"Who is from the legal department? Draw up the equity transfer contract immediately. It will take ten minutes. If the time is up and it is not done, then don't blame me for being rude!"
After saying that, Liu Lang picked up a black iron samurai sword and Dama Jin Dao sat on the sofa and began to look at the samurai sword in his hand.
A middle-aged woman glanced at Liu Lang, saw everyone looking at her, turned around and ran away.
Obviously, the middle-aged woman should be a senior executive of the legal department.
While waiting for the contract, Liu Lang took a closer look at the samurai sword in his hand.
I also tried to make two strokes with the God's Punishment Poker.
What surprised Liu Lang was that the Heavenly Punishment Poker only left scratches on the surface of the black iron samurai sword, but could not cut it off directly.
This proves that this black iron samurai sword is only slightly inferior to the material of its own Heavenly Punishment Poker.
Interesting!
Liu Lang's eyes lit up.
He raised his katana and slashed at the solid wood coffee table in front of him.
No sense of frustration.
Easily cut off a corner of the solid wood coffee table.
"It's really sharp!"
Liu Lang couldn't put it down immediately.
Although he has no use for this kind of samurai sword, if he gives one to his subordinates, such as Wu Shan, Wu Shan's combat power will definitely double.
Without being polite, Liu Lang put away all three black iron samurai swords.
Not long after.
The middle-aged woman also came back with the newly printed contract.
"Let Yamamoto Ichiro sign." Liu Lang didn't even look at it: "Transfer all his shares to my name. If you dare to play tricks, don't blame me for being rude!"
The middle-aged woman did not dare not agree and came to Yamamoto Ichiro with trepidation.
"I won't sign!" Yamamoto Ichiro grabbed the contract and wanted to tear it into pieces.
Liu Lang rushed forward, drew a samurai sword, and cut off one of his arms.
"Ahhh!" Yamamoto Ichiro suddenly screamed.
The Japanese man named Takeda was so frightened that he hid behind him and pretended to be dead, for fear that Liu Lang would find him.
"Sign or die!" Liu Lang stared at Yamamoto Ichiro with cold eyes.
Yamamoto Ichiro also stared at Liu Lang with hatred: "You, do you know who I am? I am the son of Takeo Yamamoto and the vice president of the Yamamoto Martial Arts Club."
"If anything happens to me today, the Yamamoto Martial Arts Society will definitely use all its strength to hunt you down, and those black warriors will also hunt you down. They will never give up until they kill you."
"This knife is sharp enough, but I don't know whether your words are tough or the knife is tough?" Liu Lang completely ignored Yamamoto Ichiro's threat, but played with the katana in his hand: "Believe it or not, if you say another nonsense, your other One arm is missing?"
Ichiro Yamamoto swallowed hard, knowing that Liu Lang was not joking, so he quickly shouted: "I, I sign, can't I sign?"
Tremblingly, he signed his name.
Liu Lang took the contract and looked at it twice. After confirming that there was no problem, he nodded with satisfaction.
Then, he turned to look at Han Bingqing, who was sitting aside.
"Master Han..."
"Liu, Mr. Liu." Han Bingqing screamed in her heart.
He originally thought Liu Lang had forgotten him.
But he didn't expect that it was his turn just now.
"If nothing happens, I'll leave first." Han Bingqing squeezed out a smile, stood up and was about to leave.
She saw with her own eyes Liu Lang's domineering attitude just now.
If Liu Lang knew that he was here to discuss cooperation with Yamamoto Ichiro, there was no guarantee that Liu Lang would not attack him.
"I have something to trouble you, Master Han." Liu Lang smiled gently, and his feeling was completely different from the decisive and decisive look just now.
"Mr. Liu, you're welcome. If you have anything to ask, just ask. If I can do it, I will never shirk it."
"That's good." Liu Lang pointed at Yamamoto Ichiro: "I find this Yamamoto Ichiro an eyesore, but there is no need to kill him now. I plan to use him to extort some money from the Yamamoto family, but during this time I I don’t have time, how about you help me keep an eye on him?”
"What?" Han Bingqing was stunned and was about to refuse, but Liu Lang handed the samurai sword into Han Bingqing's hand: "Master Han, help me kill that guy."
Liu Lang raised his hand and pointed at Takeda, who was hiding in the corner and pretending to be dead.
Takeda turned pale and turned to run.
Hulu rushed over in one stride and threw Takeda directly in front of Liu Lang like a chicken: "Hey, Brother Liu, am I moving fast enough?"
"Hulu, you are so smart!" Liu Lang praised.
Hulu blushed, his eyes filled with desire: "Brother Liu, you say I'm smart? Really? You think I'm smart? Wow, since I was little, my master has scolded me for being stupid every day. You are the first one to say that I'm smart. Where are the people."
I go.
Just because I praised you, I started crying again.
This gourd kills people so easily.
Yet so easily moved.
"Hulu, you are really smart." Liu Lang said again, grabbed Han Bingqing's knife and stabbed it directly into Takeda's abdomen.
Takeda wanted to escape, but where could he escape?
Seeing that Takeda was killed, Liu Lang took Han Bingqing's hand and slowly pulled out the knife: "Master Han, now you have also killed a Japanese, we will be like grasshoppers on a rope from now on. Haha , as long as Yamamoto Ichiro escapes, I believe that with his character, he will definitely not let you go, right?"
Han Bingqing sat down on the ground.
She stared at Liu Lang blankly.
Then I was shocked.
The seemingly harmless guy in front of him was not only cruel in his methods, but also extremely thoughtful in his mind.
I'm afraid that the moment Liu Lang saw himself appearing in this office, he had already thought of how to get him into trouble.
"Liu, Mr. Liu, you are serious. Don't worry. As long as I am here, no one knows where Yamamoto Ichiro is hiding." Han Bingqing squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying and promised: "If he runs away, you can take me It’s a question!”
"Okay, with the words of the Han family leader, I feel relieved." Liu Lang nodded, not afraid of Han Bingqing's tricks.
Qinglong is by Han Bingqing's side anyway, and I believe that with Qinglong's ability, it will be okay to dig something out of Han Bingqing.
Next, things are much simpler.
Han Bingqing left with Ichiro Yamamoto.
Liu Lang began to reorganize Shengshi Beauty Company and changed its name to Weiyang Group.
Those senior executives are so obedient that it makes people feel distressed.
I don't even dare to fart.
After finishing the rectification, Liu Lang called Shen Zhong again and asked Shen Zhong to send his secret agent to check the black warrior and Oda.
However, when he heard the word "Dark Warrior", Shen Zhong couldn't help but be startled: "Mr. Liu, have you also met the Black Warrior?"
"Why, you also know Darth Vader?"
"My secret son has reported to me before, but I don't have much contact with those Japanese martial arts people, so I don't take it to heart." Shen Zhong's voice was a little solemn: "Mr. Liu, I'm afraid, those Japanese people have evil intentions. Qian."
"How to say?"
"Mr. Liu, I didn't ask about the specific situation in detail. I'll ask my subordinates right now and get back to you soon."
