The guests on the second floor were confused about Ji Mo who was laughing inexplicably. Although they were curious, they did not dare to disturb him. Ji Mo also laughed a few times before shutting up and seeing the charterer. After chasing Ah Xing, he took back his mental power.
And just after he had regained his mental power, when he looked down from the window, his brows furrowed slightly, and then relaxed with a look of anticipation.
More than a dozen black cars lined up from a distance and drove quickly, but when they arrived at the Peace Hotel, they slowed down and surrounded a large street in front of the Peace Hotel, blocking the originally not very spacious street. Strictly true.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding pedestrians stopped consciously and stood looking at it from a distance. They knew that someone was coming to trouble the Peace Hotel again. At the same time, they were very curious about who it was that dared to Looking for trouble at the Peace Hotel?
But after seeing the attire of the person who got out of the car, he shrank his neck again.
Kimono, R countryman!
No wonder……
Yesterday I heard that Yoshino Kaichi from Country R suffered a loss at the hands of Boss Ji of the Peace Hotel. Now it seems that he is here for revenge!
In the current magical city, the people of R country can be said to cover the sky with one hand. This is a pain for the entire Chinese people, but there is nothing they can do about it.
Seeing the people from R country coming to trouble Mr. Ji at the Peace Hotel, although everyone around them was angry, they were also inevitably afraid.
When the diners in the Peace Hotel saw people from country R surrounding the restaurant, they also felt nervous and looked frightened. However, when they tried to leave, they were blocked back by people from country R.
Seeing this, some hot-tempered gang bosses and their subordinates couldn't help but look angry, and secretly placed their hands on the weapons at their waists.
"Da da!"
At this moment, an unusually loud sound of footsteps came from among the people of R country.
Wearing a black kimono, wooden clogs, and a long black sheathed sword slung across his waist, plus a bald head that reflected the sun's rays, the man in his thirties in front of him looked like a sword unsheathed. People feel like they have an edge on their backs.
"Is Mr. Ji here?"
There was a sound like the tearing of brocade, which made the people around them frown in discomfort, but no one answered, and instead showed doubts on their faces.
Because this man shouted in R Mandarin, they couldn't understand...
Frowning impatiently, the man looked at the person following him. The person nodded and repeated it again in words that were not very skillful but still had a weird accent.
This time, everyone understood.
"What do you want from our boss?" Tang Zairi pushed aside the crowd, looked at the other person warily, and asked cautiously.
The bald man glanced at the disciple who was the translator next to him. After hearing what the disciple translated for him, he said coldly: "Study!".
"Ah?" After hearing what the translator said, Tang Zairi was stunned for a moment, and the people around him were also dumbfounded with their mouths wide open.
Study...study?
Does this mean that you want to learn from Mr. Ji?
However, blocking other people's doors like this, does it look like you are studying at all? It's pretty much the same thing as ruining the place.
Glancing at the expressions of the people around him, the bald man showed impatience. His ability to say "learning" was already his limit. Today, what if Mr. Ji was willing to hand over his secret book of Kung Fu? No, hum…
With a sneer in his heart, the bald man wanted to walk into the Peace Hotel.
Seeing this, some diners standing at the door hurriedly got out of the way, but Tang Zhiri frowned, because the other party was obviously looking for trouble.
"Get out of the way!" the bald man said impatiently to Tang Zhili.
Although Tang Zili still couldn't understand what the other party meant, under this situation, he also guessed what the other party meant. Just when he was a little embarrassed, Ji Mo walked downstairs, patted him on the shoulder, and stood in front of him.
"Are you Mr. Ji?" The bald man narrowed his eyes and asked with arrogance. Just when the disciple next to him wanted to translate, Ji Mo raised his eyebrows and replied.
"Exactly, who are you? What are you doing here?" Although Ji Mo had already heard the other party's purpose when he was inside, he still had to say something about the scene, otherwise how could he let the other party continue? Looking for trouble, to make excuses for what you want to do next?
"Huh? Mr. Ji speaks R Mandarin very fluently!" The bald man praised.
"Haha!" Ji Mo smiled coldly at the other party's praise.
Under the influence of the system, not only R Mandarin, but also English, Indian, and Spanish can all be spoken very fluently by the end of the season.
"My name is Moritaya. After learning about you from Yoshino Kaichi, I came here specifically to learn Mr. Ji's power today!" Seeing that Ji Mo was very indifferent to him, Moritaya told his story directly. The purpose, but the arrogant expression, as if he said that learning Ji Mo's power gave Ji Mo a lot of face.
"Study?" Ji Mo repeated, "Apprenticeship?"
Moritaya frowned and said helplessly: "If Mr. Ji understands it this way, it's okay. As long as I can learn your skills, you can just be my apprentice!"
"Then do you know what it takes to become a disciple?" Ji Mo said lightly, looked around at the R people in kimonos surrounding the Peace Hotel, and said coldly: "Or are all of you R people looking like you? This has no... manners, or education!?"
"Asshole!" After hearing Ji Mo's words, Moritaya yelled out directly.
Seeing this, Ji Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "You understand Chinese!".
He just spoke. The first sentence he said was in R Mandarin, but the next sentence was said in Chinese.
"Hmph, a mere Chinese is worthy of being my disciple?" How could he, who felt it was humiliating to even say a word of Chinese in his own mouth, be a disciple of a Chinese?
When he said the word "study" just now, he suppressed his nausea and said it. If he didn't feel that things would be easier if he was a little softer, he would just go hard.
"I think you are mistaken!" Ji Mo said loudly in Chinese, and then smiled in the eyes of the surrounding diners and the Chinese people: "A person like you, even if he bows to you from country R, If you knock over in five steps, I won’t even look at you twice, so where do you start talking about asking you to become a disciple?”
"You..." Moritaya was angry. He, who was called a genius, had never been so angry before.
"What are you?" Interrupting the other party directly, Ji Mo sneered and said: "Take your people and get out of here, otherwise, you won't be leaving standing!".
