Chapter 57 Don't ask why!

At this time, Su Han's spirit was released, and a heavy evil spirit came to his face, which made the surrounding audience tremble.

Xiaoying was also a little moved and her heart melted. She has always hated violence, but what if it was like those Japanese who invaded us? We are sitting and waiting for death, leaving them to**? Or fight back and suppress violence?

She couldn't help loosening some of her thoughts, or what she saw and heard today had a strong impact on her thinking system.

"Very good, we Japanese samurai like confident and decisive people..."

Before Kan Dongzhe finished his words, he was interrupted by Su Han: " Stop, don't mention self-confidence and decisiveness. I only see the shadow of a coward in you, or an extremely mediocre coward."

"No more nonsense. Let's start quickly and catch a plane. It's too easy for me to solve a person like you."

"All right! You can decide what the theme is." Su Han said lightly that he was not fable of Guan Dongzhe's false reputation at all. In his opinion, as long as there is an indomitable momentum, any opponent can be cut off the horse.

"I will tattoo first, and then you tattoo. One condition is that your theme should be similar to mine, otherwise it is not easy to judge." There is a wonderful idea in Guan Dongzhe's mind. When he competes with his opponent, he still dares to fight head-on.

Su Han nodded: "I have no problem. You come first, but I have a question. Who do you think will tattoo you?"

"Hum! Naturally, there are people. Guan Dongzhe smiled confidently: "I, Guan Dongzhe, have a tattoo, which is an indelible glory for his life."

"Are you crazy? Son of a devil, even if I tattoo myself, I won't let your dirty hands touch my skin.

"I dare not let you tattoo, otherwise I will go home. My grandfather asked me who tattooed for you. I said it was Japanese. Humph, then I would have my grandfather's broken my leg with a cane."

"Oh, why do you think some people are always so self-righteous? Do you think any Chinese people like him now?"

All the remarks are aimed at Kantozhe.

Kuan Dongzhe is very embarrassed. He has never encountered this situation. He thinks that his contempt for China will be respected by the Chinese people, but he doesn't think about it. The Chinese people who knelt down because of the * war now stand up again. Not only does he stand up, but his tall body is several heads taller than your little Japan.

Li Changfeng is also a little impatient. How did he find a militaristic guy? If you are just a Japanese, it's okay to be arrogant in tattoo skills, but you have to be arrogant on the principles of China's position, which is simply fearless ignorant people.

But there's nothing we can do. The gambling game will continue! Li Changfeng pouted angrily at the female assistant beside him; "Go and be a volunteer."

"Mr. Li, I don't want to get a tattoo..." The female assistant Wanhua is a little unhappy.

"100,000."

"Hmm!" Wanhua walked to the front of the stage.

Li Changfeng hummed cold air contemptuously.

"I'll do it!" Wanhua went up the platform through the rotating stairs and was immediately scolded by countless tattoo enthusiasts: "Damn, are you really willing to volunteer for the Japanese? Is it cheap or not?

"Oh, girls are still fascinated by this Kantozhe! It was Guan Dongzhe who insulted the Chinese people, and she still licked her face. No wonder Huaxia is not strong.

"Bah! From now on, we will draw a clear line with that woman. All the people in the audience are Chinese. That woman, she is a supporter. Anyway, she is willing to be the lackey of the Japanese devil.

Wanhua is really aggrieved. To be honest, she really doesn't want to come up, but 100,000 yuan** is too big, not to mention a tattoo. It's nothing more than cheeky! The people below scolded many words without losing a piece of meat.

It's more cost-effective than selling the body. Wanhua comforted herself in her heart.

"Very good, miss, I will serve you wholeheartedly." Kan Dongzhe wants to win a little smile through his handsome appearance and polite speech.

It's a pity that Wanhua is not thinking about this at this time. Besides, people know what your nature is, and then pretend? It can only make people hate you more.

"Hurry up, I'm also in a hurry." Wanhua urged that if he stayed on the stage for a second, there would be a lot more abuse, and no matter how thick-skinned he was, he could not stand it.

Kuan Dongzhe was a little annoyed: "I don't understand amorous feelings." With that, he began to tattoo on Wanhua's arm.

Wanhua wears a very green sleeveless skirt, which provides some convenience for tattoos.

Everyone watched the tattoo on their arms through the big screen.

General tattoos take several weeks to stab, and Kanto Zhe is also a master figure. A stitch is a wild bee flying in his hand, which makes people unable to see clearly. The technique is indeed fast.

Needle by needle stuck on the skin of Wanhua, like a sewing machine, you can't see the needle clearly.

The more people look at it, the more they can't understand it. There seems to be no raw materials on Kan Dongzhe's tattoo needle. Each needle is stuck on the skin of thousands of flowers. The color is not obvious at all, and the tattoo and no tattoo seems to be the same.

"What's the situation? No color?"

"I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in this Japanese devil's gourd."

"Who knows? Anyway, Kan Dongzhe is also a master figure. His technique is really good, including the picking method of every needle. He is extremely flexible and really powerful. However, what are you going to do? Stream of consciousness? Let's die." Tiger tattoo has a lot of say in the tattoo world, but he really doesn't know what Kantozhe is going to do.

Half an hour has passed, and Wanhua's arm is still empty. If you look closely, you can see light traces.

Kantozhe stretched out his hand and asked the staff for a glass of mineral water.

He took a sip and sprayed it hard on Wanhua's arm.

Puff!

Water sprayed on the arm, and Wanhua's hands began to show color.

"Oh! It's a little magical. Only when you see water can the paint be excellent.

"It's not just here. It's very difficult to have needles without color, and the requirements for eyesight are higher. It's really difficult to ensure that the graphics will not go wrong with small needles."

"This technique is really good, but I don't know how the pattern is."

When the pattern on Wanhua's arm was completely displayed, the eyes of the audience who had slightly praised Kantozhe could spit out fire.

"Damn! What a bullshit."

"That bastard surnamed Kanto, do you want to die here?"

"Damn it, I've seen an arrogant person, and I've never seen such an arrogant person."

It turned out that the tattoo on Wanhua's arm was a Japanese soldier, with a corrugated head and the most common little beard in Japan. His eyes were fierce, he was wearing a yellow military uniform, and a sign "Extreme Class" was pinned to his chest. He held a bloody oriental knife in both hands, with the knife pointed to the ground, and stood with his feet apart.

This tattoo is simply a nud provocation.

What is the special high school class? How many martyrs died at the hands of the spy organization when the Japanese invaded China? Ms. Zhao Yiman, a famous anti-Japanese woman, was secretly arrested by the special high school and tortured to death.

After Wanhua lowered her head and saw the tattoo on her arm, her feet were numb and knelt directly on the ground. She said in pain: "Wow, how can I see people with this tattoo in the future? My grandfather fought the Vietnam War, my father was a soldier, and they will kill me."

Everyone is angry and distressed.

"Alas! Girl, what do you think you can't do well? Go and ask the Japanese devils to tattoo you.

"Sister, to be honest, your father and your father are both good. You have really smeared your family."

"Don't say anything. When you go out, find someone to wash your tattoo. Although the skin is ruined, it's better than being scolded every day."

The audience comforted Wanhua one after another.

Kan Dongzhe smiled extremely sinisterly: "It's useless. Ordinary tattoo washing can't wash off my paint, unless you cut off the whole skin, which is an indelible mark!"

The people under the stage suddenly became angry.

"Kighten this little Japan, beat this little Japan."

"Fuck you, this time you come to China, don't think about going out."

Several people have rushed to the platform and were stopped by Su Han one by one: "Brothers, don't worry, we will let the Japanese knelt down in front of us."

"Half-fairy, you can also see how this bastard has harmed our sister? Can we stand it? Let this girl face her family in the future.

Su Han raised his hand and said, "Please believe me." With that, he walked to Wanhua and said, "Would you like to be my volunteer? I can change your tattoo.

"Yes." Wanhua must have been one million volunteers who are willing to be Su Han, and he also said that he could change the tattoo on his arm.

Su Han continued to walk to Kan Dongzhe: "Use your tattoo needle for me."

"Why?" Kan Dongzhe curled his lips and tightened the tattoo pen. The paint on it was very special. It was specially made by him, and he planned to engrave the most unique tattoo in the world.

Unfortunately, Su Han didn't give him this opportunity at all. He kicked him and moved his hand at the same time.

The tattoo pen was in Su Han's hand, but Kanto Zhe flew far away and almost fell off the platform.

"Don't ask why? Japanese militaristic guys are not qualified to stand in China and ask why. Su Han slowly moved to Wanhua with a tattoo pen in his hand: "Believe me, I can save you. If you feel pain later, don't shout out, okay?"

"Hmm! I believe in you." Judging from Su Han's performance, Wanhua has been willing to believe it.

Xiaoying's eyes did not turn in the corridor and paid attention to Su Han. This was the first time Su Han showed his real strength.

"Attention." Su Han pricked it with a needle.

The girl felt that this pain was much heavier than when she had a tattoo. She wanted to shout out, but when she remembered Su Han's words, she couldn't shout out. She clenched her teeth and couldn't shout. She absolutely couldn't shout, otherwise the shame marks on my arm could not be washed away.