Chapter 173 Right-wing Madness

When several officials heard that the Japanese wanted to do it themselves, they couldn't help thinking that the Japanese would not show mercy. One of them had a cold face and looked evilly at the opposite side. His hands were strong, and he slapped him heavily on the other party's face. The fat official on the other side's face was hot and painful. I looked at the other party angrily and scolded in my heart. Good boy, take this opportunity to trick me and play with me. Didn't I just have sex with you? After returning to China, I'll watch your second girl go to bed. It's better to have sex with your new little daughter-in-law. I'll eat a handful of Wei* and kill those sluts. This man's heart was fierce and rude. He raised his big hand and slapped the other party's face heavily. When several officials saw that the pair of goods were really done, they were afraid of losing the opportunity and let the Japanese take themselves out on fire. In a hurry, they increased their strength at the same time. For a moment, they only heard the sound of "cracking" in the whole restaurant.

"If these people were during the Anti-Japanese War, what else could they do besides being traitors?" Zhou Tian looked at the officials' performance coldly and was extremely disappointed.

Seeing that an official's fat face was red and swollen by the other party, the man was angry and rushed to the official opposite him, punched him in the chest, grabbed the other party's hair with the other hand and pulled it down. Unexpectedly, he pulled off the other party's hair, revealing a huge bald head.

"Damn, I said why your grandson's hair is so good. It turned out that he was wearing a fake headgear." The man threw the headgear on the ground and jumped on it again. The two fought together, fell to the ground, rolled up and down. The diners sat up one after another and flashed to the distance, with a smile on their faces and pointing points. The other two pairs of officials fought with each other.

The Japanese youth beside him laughed.

Chen Hong looked at the six officials rolling together on the ground with contempt. He waved the middle-aged waiter to the front and said softly, "Okay, let's clear the scene"

"Yes, Miss Chen," the middle-aged waiter said respectfully. He looked up and waved to more than a dozen security guards in the corner. The security guard in security clothes rushed over and pulled the Chinese officials up from the ground. The two of them pulled them out of the restaurant with their arms.

Four young Japanese laughed and walked to the door of the restaurant, ready to leave.

Shoutian got up and followed the four people. Chen Hong smiled when she saw Zhou Tian following the Japanese.

When I left the restaurant on Sunday, I saw more than a dozen Japanese youths in black shirts standing in the corridor, who had stopped four young people. Before the four people could speak, several young men in black raised their hands and cut them between their necks. The four only felt that the sky and the earth were dark, and they were about to fall down. The man in black set up four people and flashed into one side of the room.

Zhou Tian was surprised to see that the man in black moved quickly. It seemed that his strength was not bad.

Chen Hong and Brother Qiang went out of the restaurant. Chen Hong stretched out her jade hand, put it in Zhou Tian's arm, and took them up to the guest room.

"Brother, I will pick you up at six o'clock tomorrow night. Take a rest." Chen Hong said.

"Okay, I'd like to meet the boss of the Yamaguchi group," Zhou Tian said.

Brother Qiangqiang looked at Zhou Tian and Chen Hong with a hesitant face and thought to himself that if necessary, I could let him get out of the place. You can do whatever you want.

When Chen Hong left, Brother Qiang Qiang lay**, staring at the ceiling without saying a word.

Zhou Tian looked at the dazed Qiangqiang brother with a smile and joked, "Do you miss your Lanlan?"

"I can't sleep for a long night!" Brother Qiang sighed and said.

Sunday looked at the table and said just nine o'clock in the evening, "Why don't you go out for a walk?"

"This is the intention" Brother Qiangqiang flew up from **, and his eyes were shining.

Tokyo, the night is as neon as the sea. The two had no purpose, just to have some fun and wandered around in the street. The Japanese girl in all kinds of short towels was either beautiful or smoky, which made Brother Qiang keep his eyes and sighed softly at the tender white skin outside.

Tokyo in the night is full of erotic smell. From time to time, Japanese drunkards walked across the street with wine bottles, with dull eyes and more hurried pedestrians. The man held a leather bag, and the woman held a belt, did not squint, and hurried across the street.

Zhou Tian and Brother Qiangqiang are here to find something to have fun. Of course, the drunkard is not in their eyes, and there seems to be no one who can make trouble except the drunkard. The two of them are a little helpless and walk along the long street to the north aimlessly.

After turning a few streets, an ancient Japanese-style building appeared in front of me. With flying eaves and a circle of gray walls around it, I can't see the inside clearly, but it makes people feel ghostly. The two turned to the door, with a line of big words on the doorbrow: "Yasukuni Shrine" Zhou Tian and Brother Qiangqiang couldn't help looking at each other. Is it the grave circle of the ancestors of Japan in front of them? The two stood in front of the door and couldn't help looking up. Because it was evening, the two turquoise doors were closed, and there was a pair of red lights hanging on both sides of the doorkeeper. The red light shone in front of the door, which was gloomy and horrible. Then look at the bottom of the doorbrow, a long black with a few large green characters: "God's Blessing" on the left and "King's Power" on the right

"What the hell" Brother Qiangqiang shouted at the doorbrow.

When I arrived at the door on Sunday, I was expected to look inside through the cracks of the door. It was found that there was no gap between the two gates. "Grandma," Zhou Tian shouted.

"Is this the ghost club?" Brother Qiang asked Zhou Tian.

In front of the shrine is a small square. Many Japanese tourists heard the voices of two Chinese people talking in the square, all of which looked in the direction of Zhou Tian and Brother Qiangqiang.

"I think the yin here is too heavy. It must be the devil's club." Sunday reached out and pushed the door. The door is tightly closed from the inside. Motionless, he looked back at Brother Qiangqiang and said.

"Be careful of meeting ghosts, this place is full of beasts," Brother Qiang Qiang deliberately said loudly.

"Hmm, I'm a ghost, and I'm still afraid of these things," Zhou said.

When the Japanese in the square heard that the two Chinese would call them devils and beasts, their eyes brought dissatisfaction. However, they saw that Zhou Tian and Brother Qiang were drunk, strong and burly, and their eyes were fierce. Although they wanted to argue in their hearts, they were afraid that their strength was not as good as they were. They just stood still and looked at them angrily.

Zhou Tian and Brother Qiang Qiang saw a group of Japanese who dared not say anything, and sneered, as if they had a deeper understanding of this nation. Perhaps on this earth, strength always determines a person's behavior, unless that person is a fool.

Sunday untied his coat, revealing the full chest muscles on his chest. "Haha" laughed. He was about to lift his feet to leave footprints on the two gates. There was a roar of cars in his ear. In a blink of an eye, four black cars rushed to the square.

Zhou Tian looked up at the black car, but saw that both sides of the four cars were painted with slogans such as "royalty" and "patriotism". The front window of the car wore the national flag of Japan and a big horn on the roof. One of the cars opened the skylight, and a Japanese young man's head was wrapped in white cloth, holding a microphone, and was shouting: "Patriotism and innocence, punishment for China" and "The shrine is sacred and inviolable"

Zhou Tian and Brother Qiang look at each other, "What is this?" Did the devil come out? The two said loudly.

The doors of the four cars opened at the same time, and more than a dozen Japanese youths wrapped in white cloth rushed out of the car. Each of them held a two-foot-long Japanese military knife in their hands. The fierce god generally rushed to Zhou Tian and Qiang Qiang. The surrounding Japanese passengers saw this and ran around. In a blink of an eye, there were only two people left in the square.

"It's all you who have to provoke some beasts. This time, my grandson has reported the funeral for me. Go ahead," Zhou Tian said to Brother Qiang, but his face was proud.

"Brother, you're wrong with this," Brother Qiang didn't seem to treat the Japanese youth in front of him as adults, as if he hadn't seen it, and whispered to Zhou Tian, "It's caused by us. It's so unrighteous. It's like a Japanese dwarf, and it's promising." Brother Qiang Qiang said dissatisfiedly.

"I don't care, you go up." Sunday sat on the doorstep, smoked a cigarette, and lit it leisurely.

"You pay the money back," Brother Qiang said.

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen young Japanese young people with knives rushed forward and waved cold knives to the top of Brother Qiangqiang's head. The fierceness of his attack was beyond the expectation of Zhou Tian and Brother Qiangqiang. The vicious Japanese will kill people if they go down with this knife.

Brother Qiang's eyes showed cold light and flashed several sabers. Several Japanese people saw Brother Qiang dodging and barked together. Once again, they waved the shining cold saber and cut off Brother Qiang's head.

"Go to hell, grandson" Brother Qiangqiang roared and stepped sideways again and dodged. Raise your right foot, wait for the Japanese to draw a knife, and kick it hard between the crotch of a Japanese. Brother Qiang used ten hundredth of his strength. With a "dang" sound, he kicked between the Japanese crotch and saw a Japanese being kicked out five meters by Brother Qiangqiang, and the saber fell to the ground.

Brother Qiang won a blow and gave the Japanese a chance to fight back. He quickly dodged, jumped into the Japanese crowd, hugged his big fist, and hit the Japanese people's heart, ribs and other critical places. The importance of Brother Qiang's action directly made Zhou Tian feel cold. Anyone who was hit by Brother Qiang's fist peak was released from the saber and fell to the ground and screamed. Brother Qiang Qiang was like a tiger in a flock, and in a blink of an eye, he saw more than a dozen Japanese people knocked to the ground.

Brother Qiang Qiang looked at the Japanese who couldn't stop moaning, clapping his hands and scolding: "What's not as good as beasts"

Brother Qiangqiang arrived at the steps and looked at Zhou Tian, looking forward to Zhou Tian's praise.

Zhou Tian took a cigarette and said, "Brother, there is still a standing man. Go and let him lie down." He pointed to a Japanese who had just got up.

"Where?" Brother Qiang turned around. The Japanese fell to the ground with a bang. Two masters, can't I lie down?"

Zhou Tian and Brother Qiang laughed at the same time. Strength always determines everything. Looking at the Japanese on the ground on Sunday, I'm afraid that this group of people are the so-called right wing of Japan. It's just a group of wastes bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Unfortunately, countless experts and scholars in China talked about how powerful this group of people and how to manipulate the Congress and tamper with textbooks, that's all.

Zhou Tian was not interested in paying attention to this group of Japanese people. He got up from the steps, hummed, and walked to a red and green place.

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