Chapter 93 Long: Nine Ghosts!

He was wondering, but he saw several men in black suits swinging in with sunglasses.

One of them may feel hot and take off his coat...

A gorgeous black dragon appeared in front of Pan Hongsheng, and he immediately narrowed his eyes.

He is not unfamiliar with the pattern of this dragon at all!

These men are all an expression, a kind of indifference, impatient indifference: "Boss! All right!"

"It's coming! Lord Mitani!" The store manager nodded and came over, wrote a check and handed it up, and asked attentively, "Brothers, would you like a bowl of noodles?"

"Bang!"

The man with a tattoo stretched out his hand and slapped him, but he didn't have much strength: "Old fart! How can one bowl per person be enough? Five bowls per person!"

"Yes, yes! It will be ready soon!" The boss didn't even dare to kowtow and retreated.

Pan Hongsheng's eyes narrowed into a line, and he was motionless.

If you fight with these guys at this time, the boss will be unlucky.

He silently ate the bowl of noodles in front of him, but he was spit in the noodles.

"Eat it." I don't know when a man in black came to me and looked at Pan Hongsheng dressed as a tourist with a smile: "Which country are you from? South Korea? Taiwan? Or is it Zhina?

Pan Hongsheng gently stretched out his index finger and touched the tip of his nose, and then suddenly picked up the fork!

"Ah!" After a scream, the fork appeared on the bridge of the man's nose, and he fell down in blood...

Pan Hongsheng then sat down again and shouted, "Damn, I'm hungry again. Let's have another bowl of noodles!"

The shopkeeper came over tremblingly and pleaded in a low voice, "Sir, please don't conflict with these people in the store, or I will... the meal fee is free today!"

"It's hard to say. Have you bought insurance?" Pan Hongsheng squinted at each other while drinking noodle soup, full of smiles.

The boss's face was ashes and was pulled down by the boss's wife in a kimono.

The other party stood up seven or eight times, but was stopped back by the naked man with a wave of his hand: "Sit down! It's time to eat! Let's talk about it after eating noodles! Boss, give me six jars of chrysanthemum wine!"

Nowadays, small restaurants in Tokyo still have jars as units. It is said that this kind of packaging can make it more wine-flavory.

Pan Hongsheng glanced at the other party, lowered his head and continued to eat noodles.

Those big men in black with round eyes also sat down cross-legged, but looked here from time to time. After all, there was a companion of his own lying next to the other party's table.

The companion was still wailing and moaning, screaming very sadly.

But the naked man seemed to have seen and didn't hear anything. He ate noodles as if no one else was eating.

It is said that the way of eating noodles in Japan is very old, which is a kind of respect for food makers, but according to the current etiquette, it is already a symbol of rudeness.

Pan Hongsheng also eats a lot like him, but he doesn't compete with each other. He eats like this.

Although Japanese ramen is a little lighter than those in China, the sauce is still very refreshing, and there are a few pieces of high-quality beef and fried sauce, which taste a little sweet.

The only thing that makes Pan Hongsheng uncomfortable is the slight taste of mustard inside. The Japanese regard mustard as a must-have condiment, just like Sichuan people habitually sprinkle a few handfuls of peppers when cooking, whether you can eat spicy food or not.

Suddenly, the other party put down the bowl and moved a large jar of wine.

This kind of chrysanthemum wine is a famous wine in Kanto, Japan. It is said to be one of the top ten famous wines in Dongying and is famous for its strength.

The naked man smiled and looked sideways at his companion who was wailing on the ground. He held the wine jar in one hand and suddenly pulled out his pistol with the other hand. He shot randomly without looking at it!

Pan Hongsheng smiled, and the moaning guy beside him finally lost his voice.

"Zh!" A jar of chrysanthemum wine slipped along the smooth tatami, and the wine inside looked like at least five or six catties.

The other party picked up another can of wine, raised his neck and drank it!

The other party's drinking speed was really amazing, and the momentum was also shocking. Pan Hongsheng was stunned for a moment.

Those men around him clareed and cheered!

The naked man drank the whole jar of wine in one breath, but his face did not change at all, just took a few breaths.

Pan Hongsheng sneered and slowly picked up the wine jar with his hands...

As the ** in the jar disappeared from Pan Hongsheng's lips, everyone present was silent.

Putting down the jar, Pan Hongsheng made a noise. To be honest, the wine seemed to taste good. There was a faint floral fragrance, but it was a little lighter.

The man with bare arms clucked his teeth. He never thought that he could count his amazing amount of alcohol in Japan and would be despised by the other party!

Another jar of wine slipped over! Pan Hongsheng stepped on one foot.

"Goo-dong-dong!" Both of them began to make the same sound in their throats! Pan Hongsheng has never drunk like this, but the other party's rhythm can't help it.

Some people say that it is a stupid behavior for a man to fight for wine on the wine table, but in this case, there is a feeling of heroism in fighting with their enemies!

The enemy is right in front of you. Do you dare to drink the toast from the other party?

"Wang!" The naked man finished another jar! His whole face turned red, and his figure was a little swaying when he stood up...

After all, it's more than ten catties of wine in two jars! Even plain boiled water can probably break the belly.

But his opponent still kept sitting, and the jar in his hand lit up and was empty.

"Good drinking!" The naked man gave a thumbs up: "I claim to be the first drunkard of the Black Dragon Club!" I didn't expect anyone to be better than me! Today, I was ordered to take your life, but now I'll let you go!"

"Thank you. I should have thanked you for inviting me for a drink, but I don't need you to let me go." Pan Hongsheng stood up with a smile: "I didn't expect you to find out. It's also a pleasure to fight against an opponent like you!"

"Good! People who have good wine must be virtuous! How about we play outside the pub? When the man spoke, his red face had begun to turn to normal.

Pan Hongsheng knows that this kind of person is definitely a natural drunkard. There are many people who can drink at the wine table, but many of them rely on tactics and hard support to maintain their face. However, this kind of person who blushes and can quickly change back after drinking is absolutely massive!

The reason why Pan Hongsheng just gained the upper hand in wine fighting is because... Japanese wine is too feminine compared with Chinese wine.

The wine brewing culture of the two countries is different, so the energy of the wine brewed is not equal. A bottle of Chinese burning knife can definitely kill the strength of all these famous wines!

Even this chrysanthemum wine, which is famous for its strength, is really nothing in front of Chinese wine.

Pan Hongsheng, who has grown up under the irrigation of national wine for a long time, naturally has full resistance to this low-power wine!

If both of them live in the same living environment, and this guy also grew up in China, although Pan Hongsheng uses internal gas to help with wine, it is still a little suspenseful.

After all, there is a limit to using internal gasification wine, but there is no limit to the natural talent of gasification wine!