Xu San's words instantly chilled the atmosphere at the scene to freezing point. Even in the hot summer, Xiaohong felt chills.
The middle-aged man stared at Xu San for a long time before saying, "Is this your first time coming too far?"
"No, I've been here several times." Xu San said with a smile, his eyes full of disdain.
"Since Your Excellency has been here, it's impossible that you don't know where this place is?" the middle-aged man asked through gritted teeth. He still held on to a glimmer of hope that Xu San was just joking.
"Xiyangshi Street, well... it's the place where the military headquarters is located, am I right?" Xu San said with a sneer.
"Since you know that this is a place belonging to the military headquarters, how dare you act nonsense? How dare you buy things without giving me money?" the middle-aged man asked with a serious face.
Xu San shook his head and said helplessly: "Sir, I think you misunderstood. As I said just now, I have already paid the money!"
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"Paid?" The middle-aged man was confused.
"Just put it on the tea table."
"If you don't believe it, you can go back and have a look." Xu San pointed to the direction of the flower shop.
After listening to Xu San's words, the middle-aged man's brows relaxed a little, and he thought to himself, did I really misunderstand him?
I remember I didn’t get a quote?
Could it be...
Did I meet a stupid rich man?
The kind of stupid rich guy who just throws money away without asking the price?
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man was secretly happy. He turned around and wanted to go back to the store to have a look, but he stopped as soon as he turned around.
Xu San saw his scruples, "You can go without worry, I won't leave."
The middle-aged man glanced at Xu San. Looking at his dignified appearance, he didn't look like he was saying, "If you really paid the money, then I will plead guilty and apologize to you."
Xu San sneered and said arrogantly: "There's no need to apologize. Just go and come back quickly. I don't have time to mess around with you here."
The middle-aged man had no ink stains either, so he turned around and went back to the store.
Xiaohong looked at the middle-aged man's back and asked in a low voice, "You really paid."
Xu San smiled meaningfully, "I paid it, just... I paid a little less, 50 cents military coupons, which is the smallest amount of money I have."
Xiaohong looked at Xu San's smile and suddenly felt that this Japanese flower seller was quite pitiful.
However, there must be something hateful about poor people.
Whoever asked her to provoke him deserved it!
After walking two steps, he came to the motorcycle. He sat sideways on the back seat of the car with one leg and took out a handful of melon seeds to watch the excitement.
Xu San looked at Xiaohong who was eating melon seeds and watching the excitement, and thought, do all women like to eat melon seeds?
By the way, when did she buy the melon seeds?
"Baga!" In a moment, the middle-aged flower seller ran out of the flower shop with a knife in his hand, as aggressive as an old hen ready to fight.
"Baga!" the middle-aged man shouted again, then pulled out his Japanese sword and rushed towards Xu San.
Xu San raised his eyebrows, feeling a little inexplicably nauseated, because these Japanese curse words were too monotonous, and they were repeated over and over again, which made Xu San feel nauseous after hearing them too much.
Grasping the hilt of the knife, he felt weak but not angry.
This is Murasame's hidden skill, which can release murderous intent.
This murderous intent is roughly equivalent to the "Intimidation" skill. For an ordinary timid person, this murderous intent alone can scare the piss out of him.
The middle-aged man was not a Japanese soldier, but an ordinary Japanese man. Although he molested Xiao Hong, his crime was not punishable by death, so Xu San just planned to teach him a lesson.
As for whether there would be trouble, Xu San didn't think about it for the time being.
How can he be a leader if he doesn't care for his subordinates? What's more, a few days ago, a little girl took care of him for several days.
The murderous intent coming from the shop made the man in the middle stop instantly, his legs were shaking constantly, and even though he had a knife in his hand, he couldn't swing it out.
The murderous aura had dissipated, and the cold blade was already on his neck.
Under the sun, the gorgeous cloud patterns exude a charming brilliance, and Youlan's blade exudes a bone-chilling cold light.
Xu San gently twitched the handle of the knife, and a line of blood appeared on the middle-aged man's neck.
The middle-aged man felt a slight chill on his neck and touched it. It was wet and sticky. He knew it was blood even without looking at it.
He, who had some knowledge, already knew that the sword in his hand was a sword.
"Your Excellency... Your Excellency, I have no intention of offending you." The middle-aged man said tremblingly, because Xu San's knife had not yet left his neck. As long as the other party exerted a little force, his carotid artery would be cut on the spot. Yes, although it is close to the hospital, there is no guarantee that he can be saved.
"Then what are you doing here with the knife? Are you here to fight with me?" Xu San asked with a cold smile.
"Duel?" The middle-aged man muttered, then shook his head vigorously, "I don't dare!"
But it didn't matter if the middle-aged man shook his head, the sharp Murasame once again left a deep gash on his neck.
Fortunately, Xu San was quick and deflected the blade. Otherwise, this act of seeking death might really cut off his carotid artery.
After the second trauma, the middle-aged man was too frightened to move or speak.
"Did I pay?" Xu San asked.
"paid!"
"Pay? Then what are you doing here with the knife?"
"I carry the knife, I carry the knife, I..." The middle-aged man was speechless for a moment, and he really didn't know how to resolve this matter.
"Oh, I know, your knife is a gift. Buy flowers and get a knife, right?" Xiaohong, who was eating melon seeds, suddenly said.
After hearing what Xiao Hong said, the middle-aged man quickly got off the slope and said, "Yes, yes, yes, this girl is right, this knife is a gift for selling flowers." After saying that, he put the knife back into its sheath, bowed his head and waist, and presented his katana with both hands.
Xu San smiled faintly, reached out to take the samurai sword, and threw it to Xiao Hong without even looking at it. "Take it for fun. You can go home and make a stove or crack some firewood or something."
The middle-aged man's heart is bleeding. Although his sword is not a precious sword, it was made by a swordsmith who spent a lot of money. But when he lowered his head and saw Xu San's knife, he suddenly felt that Xu San was right, because compared with this knife, his knife was indeed similar to a fire stick.
Xiaohong put the melon seeds in her pocket, pulled out her samurai sword, and looked at them. They looked good.
She doesn't understand this, and can only see that it looks good.
But she could also tell from the shiny scabbard that this knife should be good.
Xu San put away Murasame and said, "Is everything okay?"
"No...it's okay...it's over!" the middle-aged man said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what your surname is and where you are employed."
"Haha, I am Edogawa Conan, a young reporter from Asahi Shimbun in China." After Xu San finished speaking, he looked at the middle-aged man with provocative eyes.
Edogawa, reporter. As soon as these keywords were spoken, the middle-aged man was immediately shocked, and then he said, "But Edogawa was the one who chopped Kameda Eita a few days ago."
Xu San pondered for a moment, "I did cut down a Kameda a few days ago. If you are talking about the Kameda of the Black Star Society, then you are right."
