Saburo Furuta is not tall, only 1.85 meters, but weighs 330+ pounds. He is like a wide wall of flesh moving slowly. Every step he takes,
No,
Every time he took a step, the ground shook, making his huge body appear more powerful.
Saburo Furuta's body shape is the most terrifying. His weight develops horizontally, his center of gravity is stable, and his strength is stronger.
In order to increase his power and frighten Zhou Zhihan, he first gained the advantage in momentum. Saburo Furuta's elbows formed a 45-degree angle, and he walked out with a white belt with a red letter "Must Win" on his head. , caused a sensation in the audience. Although his whole body was full of flesh, he did not look fat, but rather strong.
Although there are many tall men among Americans, at that time, there were very few sumo wrestlers who were like a wall of flesh like Saburo Furuta.
"Oh... God, this man is so strong... I bet if you get punched by him, you can lie in the hospital for half a month, looking at each other's butts with a beautiful female nurse..."
A black cook, with his eyes wide open and his mouth open, was teasing his companion Taylor Miller.
Taylor Miller is a private cook on the battleship USS West Virginia and an excellent boxer. Just a few days ago, he defeated the so-called strongest "White Rhino" on the ship. Now he is recognized by the entire Pearl Harbor. The number one boxer.
Taylor Miller is very strong, and his arms are covered with muscle knots. He did not refute the ridicule of his companions: "This man is like a wall. He can bear ten punches from me, but I can survive one punch from him." I’m really going to be in the hospital.”
Zhou Zhihan's eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth twitched twice. This guy weighs more than 300 pounds. A punch from him would be like hitting a bull. If he were to punch him, an ordinary person's bones would be broken. And the most powerful sumo wrestlers are It's not their fists. Their punch speed is not particularly fast, but their crushing power is hard to resist.
Any technology pales in comparison to absolute power.
"If you can defeat the samurai of the Japanese Empire, this hotel will serve you. If you lose, get out of here." Tanaka put away the humility he used when talking to McCluskey and Best, with mockery in his eyes. There was a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a long voice, "Chinese...people..."
Dick Best slapped the table and stood up. He knew that Zhou Zhihan was definitely no match for this bull-like Japanese. It was unfair to have unequal levels:
"You are talking to a colonel, do you understand? We are here to eat, not to fight. We can compete with Colonel Zhou in the air if we can."
Tanaka was as gentle as ever: "Sorry, Mr. Lieutenant, he is not our Japanese colonel."
Dick Best was suddenly speechless.
McCluskey left the meeting angrily: "Colonel Zhou, let's go."
Yujin Lindsay also stood up: "What a bunch of disappointing guys, let's go, Colonel Zhou!"
Tian Zhong looked at Zhou Zhihan and smiled without saying a word.
Zhou Zhihan stood up lazily.
Tanaka winked at Furuta Saburo, and immediately the latter blocked Zhou Zhihan's way out.
"On the battlefield in the East, the Japanese Empire is invincible, and the imperial fighter jets are arrogant in the dragon's sky." Tanaka was worried that Zhou Zhihan would use the three Americans to find a way to leave. He continued to provoke, "Here, we We can still beat the Chinese!"
Tianzhong knew that if Zhou Zhihan left with these three American military officers, he would have no choice but to continue humiliating the Chinese colonel... I have said this, it depends on how you go.
McCluskey said sternly: "What do you want?" He was tall and even more powerful when he was angry. Zhou Zhihan was an instructor invited by the US government and must not be insulted by the Japanese.
"I wonder what would happen if I killed a fat pig on America's sacred soil?"
Zhou Zhi said coldly.
Everyone looked over at the same time, and the room was silent for three seconds, and you could hear a pin drop.
In these three seconds, almost everyone was thinking, do you want to beat this wall of flesh to death?
Did I hear wrongly?
Saburo Furuta's face was full of anger. When he was angry, his figure surged and his power became even more terrifying.
"Okay, okay!"
Tanaka clapped and said the word "good" three times in a row. His glasses almost flew to his head with laughter. "If you beat him to death, his life will be short. What if he beats you to death?"
Zhou Zhihan smiled: "That's because my life is short, I can't blame anyone."
McCluskey gently pulled Zhou Zhihan's sleeve: "Colonel Zhou..."
Knowing their good intentions, Zhou Zhihan reached out and patted McCluskey's shoulder lightly, and then said to Tanaka: "When this walking zombie loses, how about you lick my shoes clean?" Gori You little devils, since you are shameless, labor and management will simply make you shameless.
Tian Zhong was stunned. He didn't expect Zhou Zhihan to be so harsh. He chuckled and raised his eyebrows: "Okay, then it's a deal, and both parties will live or die. If you win, I will lick your shoes."
Tanaka smiled ferociously in his heart, letting the Chinese take advantage of his words first, and then beat him to the ground later, and then slowly humiliate him.
Zhou Zhihan said to McCluskey, Lindsay and Best: "Today is a good opportunity to make a fortune. You can bet all the money you have including your clothes."
Dick Best spread his hands and said in his heart, are you kidding me, brother?
The competition took place on the large dance floor. The American soldiers helped carry the instruments away, leaving a large open space, and everyone gathered around.
Hearing that there was a competition between China and Japan, all the Japanese in the Haruncho Hotel, including the chefs, ran out to cheer for Furuta Saburo. They wore headscarves with "Must Win" written on their heads and shouted "Long Live!" in Japanese.
Takeo Yoshikawa stood behind the curtains of a window and looked at Zhou Zhihan through the gap. A smile appeared on his simple and handsome face. Zhou Zhihan was severely disabled, and he had done a great job.
Fujiwara Namiko stood next to Takeo Yoshikawa and looked at Zhou Zhihan. She suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart. This Chinese man would definitely win.
Today is the weekend. There are wine, food, girls, and Japanese geishas. Now there is a Chinese Air Force colonel fighting a Japanese sumo wrestler. The American soldiers on the scene have pushed the atmosphere to the climax. Taking advantage of the drunkenness, they place bets one after another. , almost one-sided bets on sumo wrestlers winning.
Although the sailors and pilots all respect Zhou Zhihan, there is no father and son at the gambling table. The winner is the winner, and the loser will naturally lose money, so there is no way to take advantage of it.
"Hi!" Taylor Miller pushed through the crowd and stood at the front. "Colonel Zhou, I bet you will win!" As he said that, he took out all the money he had and slammed it on the table.
Immediately, the on-site supervisor counted the money and recorded that Private Taylor Miller bet on the Chinese to win.
Taylor Miller believed that Zhou Zhihan would definitely lose, but when he saw that except for McCluskey and three other people who supported Zhou Zhihan, everyone else was betting on the Japanese sumo wrestler to win. At this moment, he thought of himself in [West Virginia] When he was boxing with the "White Rhino" on the ship, all the white people on the ship favored the White Rhino, so he changed his mind and supported Zhou Zhihan.
Black people have a low status in the U.S. Navy. Most of them are cooks or cleaners. They do the most tiring work and are bullied by white soldiers. It was because white soldiers bullied black sailors that Taylor Miller stood up to fight against injustice. "White Rhino" had a great fight, and after beating the opponent hard, he became famous and respected!
Sometimes, respect is earned through fighting.
Without strength, you can only be bullied.
Furuta Saburo took off his loose samurai uniform, leaving only his crotch pocket. His hair had already been tied up behind his head, and he beat his chest with both hands. A powerful aura filled the air.
Zhou Zhihan slowly took off his military uniform, folded it neatly, placed it on the table, rolled up his sleeves and walked to the martial arts field.
And stand facing each other.
There is no need to compare, just looking at their body shapes, Zhou Zhihan seems to have lost.
Zhou Zhihan stretched out his right index finger and ticked Furuta Saburo: "If you can't persist and just ask for mercy, or slap the ground with your hands and admit defeat, I will let you go."
"coax……"
There was a burst of laughter.
