The consequence of the Japanese furious was that another person died, but this time it was not poisoned to death, but accidentally slipped, hitting his head on the knife, and a samurai knife penetrated his head.

He died in front of the little fat man, and as he watched the Japanese kneel in front of him with standard standards, a fat man still shouted:

"Don't think that you can ask for my forgiveness by committing suicide by kneeling down. If you kill so many talents in our company, you have to pay for it. There is no need to discuss this matter."

Everyone looked at the fat man in front of him strangely. Two Japanese people were dead, but this fat man who wanted money refused to give in.

This time, the Japanese who led the team looked at the little fat man with a strange look. He always felt that everything was related to this fat man, but he could not find any connection.

How could the Japanese do such things as losing money? But if you want to ride on the Chinese people, constantly exploit them and squeeze them, you will never lose money.

"We won't lose money!"

The Japanese who took the lead said a very firm sentence, which immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of a certain young master, and then jumped over.

The Japanese's eyes were almost glaring. The fat man just stepped on their dead companion's head a few more times. The most important thing was that the fat man was still rubbing on the corpse, as if he was very disgusting with the blood on the soles of his feet.

"Do you dare not pay any compensation? Do you believe this young master kill you?"

A group of people around him immediately covered their mouths. Those who dare to talk to the Japanese nowadays have all the grass on their graves that are two feet tall, so that this young master can worship his ancestors by himself next year, instead of burning incense for him.

The Japanese were happy when they heard this, and they smiled to the sky:

"Hahahaha, you, a Chinese, said you want to kill us. I want to see what you do?"

Bang~

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped. The scene suddenly became quiet. The inspector of the police station next to him was stunned. What did he just see?

The fat man slapped the Japanese in the face, and there was no hesitation when he started the attack. It seemed that he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Although everyone present felt very relieved, if they could, they would also like to go up and throw the Japanese slap, considering their own strength, they should just watch the fun honestly.

The Japanese covered his face very mechanically and opened his mouth wide in dismay. What happened just now?

He seemed to have been slapped by someone, and his face hurt quite a bit, which is definitely not true.

"Dare you hit me?"

Bang~

Li Feng hates others who still have questions when they are certain, and of course, he doesn't mind answering the Japanese with practical actions so that these people who deceived their teachers and destroyed their ancestors know that Chinese ancestors are still willing to teach them.

Everyone couldn't help laughing at this time. The fat man in front of me was so funny. He slapped his two slaps and stunned the Japanese.

"That's what you asked, and you slapped you twice, and you realized that I dared to hit you!"

Yukiro Miura thought that today was also the most embarrassing day for him. He was slapped twice in the face by a Chinese man within a minute. The other party seemed to be teasing him. There were so many people around him watching him, and he wanted to draw his sword and kill everyone present.

“Ahhh~”

If two people were fighting, the inspector of the police station would not be easy to interfere. He wanted to see what tricks the fat young master in front of him had? If the person who dared to fight the Japanese had no tricks in his hands, he would definitely not believe it.

Yukiro Miura rushed up to Li Feng with a scream. Their family was also martial, so it was no small problem to take down a fat man.

But he soon realized that he was wrong. When the fat man saw that he was going to do something, he turned around and ran away. While running, he shouted that the Japanese were killing people.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with this matter. He had a knife hanging on his body but didn't pull it out. He just rushed up to chase the fat man.

It's bad. At this moment, a reporter suddenly broke out and took a picture of this scene. Then someone shouted:

"The Japanese openly drew their swords to kill people in the concession!"

Yukiro Miura: I'm so fucked...

A group of ordinary people suddenly became angry, fighting and killing people. Why do you do it? This is the concession. If even the concession is not safe, then the great powers should take action.

Yukiro Miura was not surrounded or beaten because no one dared to go up and take action.

But this does not mean that the little fat man dared not. While Miura Yukiro was stunned, he quietly touched him next to him, raised his fist as the big sandbag, and slapped him in the eyes.

"I'll fight!"

Suddenly, the Japanese's eyes were hit in a circle of black and purple. If the other eye was punched, they could be brothers with Erpang, but Erpang probably wouldn't want such a short winter melon brother.

The Japanese directly punched Li Feng to the ground. The inspector next to him was very confused. He was wondering whether he should go up and stop him?

After much thought, I still felt that I should be watching the show on the side, after all, there were so many ordinary people stopping him.

"You all go up and stop that fat man, hurry up, don't stop me, hey hey, don't stop me..."

The detective in the police station instantly turned into a drama spirit, but there were indeed rows of ordinary people standing in front of him, but if he wanted to go over, would these ordinary people still dare to stop them?

The little policemen behind did it with the appearance of the inspector. Anyway, they looked like ordinary people stopped us and couldn't get over it. Can't I blame me if something happened?

When the Japanese saw that they could not count on the people in the police station, the seven or eight warriors behind them walked up swaggeringly.

"Oh, there are more people and fewer bullies, right?"

A trace of "fear" appeared on the little fat man's face. He looked as if there were too many people in front of him and he kept retreating, looking scared.

When Miura Yukiro saw his appearance, he immediately stood up viciously. Just as he was about to say something harsh, the fat man in front of him suddenly jumped up and punched him in another eye...

"I'll fight!"

“Ah~”

The Japanese were smashed to the ground again, and the people around him suddenly cheered loudly. The reporter did not take photos of the people at this time, but took photos of the Japanese holding a knife.

The farce did not continue in the end. The people in the police station felt that if they did not interfere, they would likely have another life, so the inspector coughed a few times at this time and walked up.

He is the most suitable role as a peacemaker, especially after seeing the Japanese being beaten up, I feel very happy and stop when I see it. It's time to come out to fight.

"I said, don't be so nervous. Miura-kun's people killed more than a dozen students in the concession. Is this a fact?"

"But more than fifty people died."

The Japanese retorted with confidence, with a hint of joking at the corner of their mouth, and said:

"Are you sure these killers are yours?"
Chapter completed!