Chapter 182 Hit ten!!

"Boss Zhou, I want to ask you for a favor. I don't know if it's okay." Zhou Tian counted the day, and it was estimated that it was almost time for Ye Wen and Mipu to hit the thunder platform, so Zhou Tian planned to have a showdown with Zhou Qingquan.

"God, if you have something to say, you saved our cotton factory. I haven't thank you yet. As long as I can do it, I won't refuse." Zhou Qingquan now feels that he owes Zhou Tian a favor. If Zhou Tian asks him to do something, he can pay back this favor, so as long as Zhou Tian's request is not too much, Zhou Qingquan will definitely agree.

"Does Boss Zhou know Liao Yuanzhi?" Zhou Tiandao.

"I heard that Awen mentioned it. It seems that I have competed with Awen at the beginning. What's the matter? Does he also want to work in our cotton factory?" Zhou Qingquan picked off the cotton road on his body.

"He died," Zhou Tian sighed. "He was beaten to death by himself, leaving a family of wives and children."

Zhou Qingquan nodded and listened to Zhou Tian continue to say, "He and I are good friends, and I naturally have to take care of his wife and children, but Boss Zhou, you know that there is no good life in Foshan every day, so I want them to go to Hong Kong. I don't know what Boss Zhou can do."

"This..." Zhou Qingquan looked embarrassed and said, "I have a few friends in Hong Kong, but I'm afraid in a short time..."

"Boss Zhou, don't be too embarrassed, as long as Boss Zhou takes them with him when he goes to Hong Kong." Sunday said.

"Well, in fact, A Wen is also going to Hong Kong... What's going on..." While Zhou Qingquan and Zhou Tian were talking, dozens of Japanese soldiers suddenly rushed in outside the factory, pointed their guns at a group of workers, and motioned everyone to go outside.

"Don't look up." As soon as Zhou Tian saw so many Japanese soldiers coming, he quickly shouted at Wu Chilin. After all, Wu Chilin is dead in the eyes of Sato and Miura. If they see that Wu Chilin is still alive, I'm afraid that Wu Chilin will have to die again this time.

After everyone was driven to the yard, Sato glanced at the workers in the yard and asked Ye where he was going.

Liu Zhao, who has always maintained Ye Wen, naturally can't translate according to Sato's words. He beg at everyone and said, "Don't talk, look at me."

"Come here." Sato pointed to Zhou Qingquan, who was wearing the best clothes among everyone, and asked him to go there.

Zhou Qingquan had never seen this situation. At that time, his legs were a little soft. He trembled and walked to Sato. Before he could speak, Sato shook Zhou Qingquan with a crutches and kept asking Ye where he was.

"Roll with your head in your arms." Liu Zhao asked Sato to give him experience. Taking advantage of the translation, he gave Zhou Qingquan a trick, "Hurture it first. I'm trying to figure it out."

"I'm here, Ye Wen is here..." Sato was fighting vigorously, and Ye Wen rushed over from the outside.

After receiving the news from Liu Zao, Ye Wen thought a lot. He also thought about running away, but he couldn't. If he ran away, a kind of worker in the cotton factory would let him do harm and exchange other people's lives for himself. Ye Wen couldn't do it, so he knew that he might die when he came, but Ye Wen still came.

Those soldiers became nervous as soon as they saw Ye Wen coming. The scene of Ye Wen's defeat at the beginning was still vivid, so those soldiers were still a little afraid of Ye Wen. As soon as Ye Wen came, the muzzle of the soldiers pointed at Ye Wen, and these professionally trained soldiers obviously knew the middle situation. What should be done, so the two soldiers away from Ye Wen smashed Ye Wen on the ground with a butt of a gun.

Liu Zhao looked at this situation and quickly stepped forward to protect Ye Wen.

"Li Zhao, tell Sanpu that it has nothing to do with the workers." Ye Wen gasped and said, "Tell him to let the workers go."

Liu Zhao was also anxious. He asked Ye, "Didn't you not come? Why are you still here... Ah..." Liu Zhao didn't finish his words, so he asked Sato to pull a stick aside.

"Dare to resist our imperial army." While waging Ye Wen with a stick, Sato took out the gun and wanted to kill Ye Wen with one shot.

" Sato!" At this time, Miura got out of the military car and pressed Sato's pistol down to stop him.

"If he dares to hit me, can't I kill him?" Sato, who had been beaten to a second-degree disability by Ye Wen before, was angry when he saw that Miura prevented him from shooting Ye Wen, but he did not dare to be disrespectful to Miura, so he had to say aggrievedly.

"I am free to measure." Miura didn't even look at Sato. He called Liu Zhao and asked him to translate his words to Ye Wen, "Since you rebelled against our imperial army, you have been a dead man, but I see that you are an extraordinary and a usable person, so I want to give you a chance to be loyal to the emperor and call our imperial army Chinese kung fu. So, you still There is a little right to survive."

"I won't teach myself." Ye Wen answered very simply. He angrily scolded Liu Zhao for being a translator for his livelihood, and naturally he would not call me Chinese kung fu for the survival. Ye Wen knew that he couldn't retreat any more, so he said, "If you want to see me fight so much, then fight with me."

"Master..." Liu Zhao wanted to save Ye Wen's life, so he did not follow Ye Wen's original words, but after adding a few words, he translated to Miura, "He said that he would think about becoming an instructor, and he also wanted to compete with General Sanpu."

Sanpu looked at Ye Wen and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, there was a sneer at the corners of his mouth, "Take him back." After saying that, he turned around and wanted to get on the military car, but at this time, Sato's voice came.

"General Miura, the person who vomited blood on your face last time is also here." After Sato said something, he came in the direction of the crowd.

"Don't look up, Wu Chilin." Zhou Tian saw Sato coming this way and quickly whispered to Wu Chilin not far away. If Sato really saw Wu Chilin, it would be a big trouble.

"It's really you..." When Sato walked towards the crowd, the stick in his hand had already been lifted up.

Originally, I thought he was going to Wu Chilin this Sunday, but I didn't expect that Sato would come to him.

"It's over..." Zhou Tian knew that this event was not good. After dodging Sato's crutch sideways, he rolled on the ground. Zhou Tian is not Ye Wen. This face is all floating clouds. It's the king's way not to get hurt.

"I'm your grandma, your grandma [***], your grandfather gave birth to a son without an asshole." Zhou Tian shouted hoarsely while rolling. Anyway, those who said that they could not understand Chinese, and they thought that Sunday was begging for mercy.

"Your injury is healed so quickly..." Sanpu saw Zhou Tian and came this way. When Sanpu played Zhou Tian last time, he used a lot of force. He was very clear in his heart. Originally, he thought that the other party had to lie in ** for a year and a half, but he didn't expect it to get better so soon.

"Liu Zhao, you were so excited when you translated to Ye Wen. Why didn't you stop me when you came to me?" On Sunday, he rolled away from Sato's crutch and shouted at Liu Zhao, who was stunned.

"Colotion Sato stopped for a moment. He was almost killed by you." Liu Zhao was shouted by Zhou Tianyi and finally reacted and stepped forward to stop Sato Dao.

"Baga" Sato doesn't care about that. He opened Liu Zhao, took out the gun, and was ready to solve Sunday on the spot. Sato didn't kill Ye Wen just now, and he was angry. Now he happened to find someone to vent his anger, and Sunday, which offended him last time, naturally became the best substitute.

"Fuck, Miura, you don't care. Why did you take care of it when Ye Wen pointed the gun at his head? It's better to beg yourself..." Sato took out his gun. Miura didn't move. It seemed that he was not as good as Ye Wen's life, so Zhou Tian saved himself. "Liu translated for him and said that I also wanted to compete with Miura to prove that. Chinese martial arts are more powerful than Japanese judo. Hurry up!"

"General Miura, he also wants to compete with you." Liu Zhao hurriedly said, "He wants to prove that Chinese martial arts are more powerful than Japanese karate."

"Interesting." Miura grinned and pressed down the gun in Sato's hand again.

"You won't let me kill him." At this time, Sato was completely angry. The tone of his words was not very respectful, and his words also angered Miura.

"Do you have any problem? This person dares to compare our karate with Chinese kung fu. This is an insult to our karate. Do you want others to think that our karate is not as good as Chinese kung fu?" Miura stared and said to Sato.

"I'm sorry, I'm too impulsive." Seeing that Miura was angry, Sato quickly bowed and apologized. This Miura was not only a new star general of the military, but also very famous in the domestic samurai world, so Sato, who calmed down, did not dare to disrespect Miura at all.

"You want to challenge me in the name of Chinese Kung Fu." After scolding Sato's Miura, he turned his head and looked at Zhou Tian, who had already sat on the ground, and said.

"In the name of Chinese kung fu... Isn't the hat a little too big... Forget it, it's important to save your life first. If you can't do it yourself, do you still have Ye Wen to support it?" Zhou Tian thought about it for a while and said, "Yes, I'm going to challenge your karate in the name of Chinese kung fu. No, it refers to you. I know your samurai spirit. In the face of my request, you have no right to refuse."

"I'm afraid you can't represent your Chinese martial arts. Your strength is too poor. Fight with me. You don't have a chance at all." Miura smiled. He was very clear about the strength of the other party, and it was impossible for him to beat himself.

"That's not necessarily true. Do you know that there is an old Chinese saying that Shibie should treat each other with new eyes? We haven't seen each other for nearly a month. How do you know that I can't beat you now?" Zhou Tian stood up from the ground and said.

"I don't believe you will make so much progress in such a short time." Miura turned his head and made a gesture to Zhou Tian, "The one named Ye Wen once challenged ten people. If you can also challenge ten people, I will fight with you. How about it?"

(to be continued)