The large red characters KO appeared, and the ink marks below were smooth and natural. This Chunli was defeated neatly.
The young man's hand holding the game controller shook unconsciously. He was numb from losing.
"That's it? That's it, that's it..."
The expected taunting message was sent quickly. Yuan Zhisheng directly pressed the power button on the handle, and the screen instantly went dark.
“Brother’s delicious food~”
Eriki held up her small notebook. She had been reading their conversation carefully before, and now she had learned a few words.
"No way, it's obviously that guy's words that were too shameless, which affected my performance."
Yuan Zhisheng never makes excuses for his failures, but this is in front of his sister, how can he be so embarrassed?
Well, his face was already swollen from the guy who was just as good at beating Street Fighters as he was pulling taunts.
However, if he really dares to come to Japan, he will definitely bring all the gangsters in his family to "welcome" him properly.
Yuan Zhisheng had thought about it more than once. Since he couldn't beat him in the game, let's have a real Street Fighter.
By the time……
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"It's boring, senior brother, senior, go to bed early."
The boy stretched out his hand, yawned, and climbed back onto the bed to read the One Piece manga.
Although the opponent's skills are not bad, he has been a little numb after playing many times and winning. Sometimes, you have to admit that if you are worse than others, you will lose.
"okay."
Fingel readily agreed. He didn't expect that the opponent could continue to withstand so many waves of taunts and only went offline now. He was definitely a ruthless person. Fortunately, he won't go to the other side of the Pacific across the network cable to hit himself.
The good-for-nothing senior student silently decided in his heart that he would not be able to go to Japan for at least the next few years to avoid the limelight.
As for Junior Li, who is about to go on a mission, it's different. He's about to find someone else's trouble. Who dares to disturb Tai Sui? I don’t want to live anymore.
Chu Zihang responded softly. He had almost finished flipping through the book "The Chrysanthemum and the Knife" and could remember almost all the contents in the book.
However, if you want to truly understand the country of Japan, this Yamato nation, especially a huge underworld organization like the Sheqi Eight Families, you still have to rely on on-site research.
He seemed to regard this trip to Japan as a rigorous academic research, and was only prepared to collect detailed and real data samples for modeling and analysis.
Just outrageous.
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Rome, Italy
Frost Gattuso, the acting head of the Gattuso family, was looking at the natural scenery of the distant suburbs in a corridor of the old castle. He was holding a tall glass wine glass in his hand, and the scarlet wine was swaying gently. The 90-year-old Romanée-Conti is brewed from Pinot Noir grapes originating from Burgundy estates in France. It is rare and precious.
In the eyes of top powerful people, only rare, limited, limited edition and the like are attractive to them. This is not limited to the value of the item itself, but enjoying it is a manifestation of status.
In this era of declining royal power, they prefer to use this method to highlight their noble status.
Just like Frost, he is not only immersed in the dream world brought by the graceful taste of Romanee-Conti, but also immersed in the atmosphere where power and power are intertwined.
He has just negotiated with wealthy businessmen from all over the world to invest more than 20 billion US dollars in a research and development project related to new lithium metal battery technologies. Everyone was enjoying themselves at the party, and no one mentioned the project contracting rights, management rights, usage rights or intellectual property rights after the technology was formed, but they all quietly carved out their own part of the cake.
This is what the head of the Gattuso family should be like. He only needs to hold a simple gathering and give a speech, and he can continuously collect the world's wealth in the palm of his hand.
"Sir, there is news from Kassel College that the family heir, Master Caesar, will soon visit the Japanese branch with a delegation."
A young secretary in a black suit and white shirt walked down the corridor and appeared next to him. He had thick and dazzling blond hair, and his forehead hair covered his eyes.
"What? Angers, this bastard, how dare you send the only heir of the Gattuso family on such a dangerous mission?"
Frost roared in an instant. He smashed the goblet angrily on the Roman beige limestone floor and broke into countless pieces of glass. The priceless scarlet wine flowed like a winding river, and the fragrant fruity aroma overflowed.
"Principal Angers said that this mission will be led by the orthodox true monarch, with Master Caesar as his deputy, and the safety of the mission will be guaranteed by the executive department commissioner throughout the entire process."
The secretary's words immediately calmed Frost's furious expression, and thoughts flashed in his eyes.
The name Orthodoxy sounds familiar. Yes, it is the mysterious hybrid organization in the ancient eastern country. Have they actually started to get involved in these disputes?
Frost has always been curious and in awe of this organization. The Gattuso family has set up expedition teams many times to go to China to explore the tombs of several "princes" among the dragons. Each time they were approached by the orthodox guardians of the tombs. The middle man returns without success. But this also allowed us to glimpse the tip of the iceberg of orthodoxy.
Without the use of space-based weapons for targeted strikes, it would be difficult for the mixed-race soldiers hired by the Gattuso family to defeat those swordsmen in black who have practiced ancient martial arts since childhood. Their swords are so fast that they can even block the enemy to a certain extent. Drop the bullet.
"In that case, let's ask Caesar what he wants. If a man from the Gattuso family says he doesn't want to, no one can force him."
Frost smiled gracefully.
"Master Caesar did not wait for the family's reply and already unilaterally agreed."
The cold secretary's words directly caused a smile to freeze on his face, which was very strange.
"Like his father, he is not a reliable guy." The man muttered in a rare way, thinking of an old stallion who was diligently sowing seeds all over the world.
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"Zhao Xi!"
The handsome boy, who had put on a brand new dark green school uniform and had the Half-Dead World Tree emblem embroidered with silver thread on his chest, was waving enthusiastically forward.
"Master!"
Sitting on the oak bench in the dining hall, the cute girl with her white calves dangling happily in the air looked up and saw the boy. She didn't even have time to bite off the noodles in her mouth, and she trotted to Li Yongyuan's side.
"Have you gained weight recently?"
The boy raised his head and laughed, completely ignoring the surprised looks of the students around him.
What kind of strange combination is this, a noble prince from China and his little maid? Didn’t the Qing Dynasty die at the beginning of the last century?
"have no idea."
The cute girl shook her head.
"But the food in the school cafeteria is delicious, and the lady who cooks it is a nice person. She always gives me extra food."
The beautiful girl in a dark green school skirt raised her head, smiled sweetly, and narrowed her big and smart eyes into crescent moons.
"That's good. You can buy whatever you want to eat. Can you make me poor by yourself?"
Li Longyuan put his hands on his chest. This was abroad, and he couldn't let the little girl who came with him suffer.
"No, if Zhao Xi can make a living on his own, you must also work hard. The competition in the academy is fierce."
The little girl retorted, and Li Longyuan frowned.
"A sister told me that when Senior Brother Fingel came in, his bloodline was A-level and he was brilliant. But when we first met him, he was almost a beggar." Zhao Xi was obviously frightened by Fingel's fate. , thinking this was the result of him not working hard to make progress in the academy.
Li Longyuan raised his eyebrows. It turned out that the bloodline grade of useless senior brother was A. It seemed that he must have an unspeakable past.
The boy thought this, but did not intend to go into details. Who doesn't have a little secret that no one knows about, and he has the personality of a black emperor hidden in his body? Didn't he tell others about it?
Even for Zhao Xi, a naive girl, her life experience is probably very tortuous.
"Senior Brother Fingel is a rare person. It's similar to how only one famous eunuch, Wei Zhongxian, emerged among so many eunuchs in ancient China. Bah, no, this metaphor is inappropriate. It's the same as eating screws out of a steamed bun. The probability is just as small.”
Li Longyuan stretched out his fair and slender fingers and pressed on the cute little girl's head. He looked at her confused look and then changed his words.
"I know, that is to say, as long as I don't eat the screws from the steamed bun, the young master will not become a beggar." The little girl seemed to understand.
Where is this going? It's just ridiculous logic.
Li Longyuan only felt tired and reluctantly agreed without saying a word.
I don’t know how she walked out of the ghost cave alive. I guess those guys were pretty mean-spirited.
"Zhao Xi, why are you in the cafeteria again? Didn't you just have lunch?" Two girls came over together, both wearing Kassel College uniforms.
Susie and Nono.
"No, no."
Zhao Xi was like a greedy cat who was caught stealing. He subconsciously hid behind Li Longyuan's shoulder and stuck out half of his head to observe the situation.
"Can't you wipe the food residue from the corners of your mouth first before you quibble?"
Susie reached out and gently wiped her plain white face with a handkerchief.
The two of them immediately raised their hands to say hello to Li Longyuan. Chen Motong looked at the handsome boy with a warm smile in front of him, and it was difficult to match him with the "tyrant" who in his memory opened fire with a pair of terrifying golden eyes.
"Classmate Li, are you here specifically to see Zhao Xi?"
Su Qian was the first to speak, and they obviously became good friends who talked about everything in the same dormitory, and they also knew about the "special" relationship between Zhao Xi and Li Longyuan. Of course, what Zhao Xi learned was about the boy's good character.
"Ah, yes. I'm going to Japan for a mission soon. I want to ask Zhao Xi if he wants to go with me."
After all, Zhao Xi came with him, so it would not be good to leave her alone in an unfamiliar place.
"Well!"
The girl blushed when she heard this and didn't know what she wanted to say.
"Classmate Li, we recently signed up for the freshman beauty pageant with Zhao Xi, and it will start in a few days." It was Su Qian who spoke for her.
Li Longyuan's eyes suddenly turned weird. Is there such a weird competition held in the academy?
Of course, and with the full support of the Vice-Chancellor.
"Okay, I'll ask you to take good care of her. Just put the daily expenses on my card." Mr. Li has always maintained his reputation as a boy who spends money. All I can say is that Orthodoxy is really rich.
"I will." The two girls agreed, and they said goodbye after greeting each other for a while.
"It seems that Zhao Xi has made some good friends!" The boy sighed as he looked at their leaving figures.
This was fine, he wasn't sure whether the trip to Japan would be dangerous or not. At least she would be suppressed by the Word Spirit and Commandment Field if she stayed here, and Zhao Xi's own safety and that of others would be guaranteed.
He never regarded this little girl as his death warrior. She should have a good life.
