"Chairman Wisman, as the chief consultant of Buck Knife Company, I express strong dissatisfaction with this knife exhibition. If you do not announce the start of the exhibition, then I will withdraw from the exhibition and refuse to participate in all the knife exhibitions you will hold in the future!" The speaker was Red, the top master in the United States, a representative figure in the hard style combat knife among American custom-made knives. His forty-year career in making knives has made his temper as tough as his works.

"That's right, thirty seconds have been wasted. Chairman Wisman, please start the exhibition!" Sanchez, a new master from Italy's extreme force, also smiled and nodded, echoing Red's words.

"Don't waste time, start now! We don't have time to waste here." The guest was wearing a black suit and a golden tie and a ppd private military contractor representative, Field, simply stood up. The front end of the cigar in his hand had been cut flat and ignited as he spoke.

Sweat slowly oozed out of Wisman's forehead. These people worked together to exert force. Even if he had the energy, he could not bear it. Besides, he could see that the five masters were on the verge of going wild. If the five of them continued to wait, the exhibition might really be closed.

"Okay, since you all feel that you must start on time, I will no longer insist. However, before starting, I have a few words to tell you about the last knife maker participating in this exhibition. He is a young man under thirty years old, a magical oriental. None of his works have been collected by collectors so far. This exhibition will be his first public work. Please believe me. If he can come, he will never disappoint everyone. Okay, I will say this, and the exhibition will begin!" Weisman finally bought more than ten seconds for the person in his heart. Unfortunately, the magical oriental still did not appear.

"Hmph! Chairman Weisman, a young man under thirty years old, dares to be called a master? I think you have a ghost in your heart, right?" Kato Dahawk couldn't help it after hearing Visman's words. Weisman's actions really made him unbearable. As a knife maker nearly fifty years old, Kato Dahawk has never been tolerated, let alone a knife maker under thirty years old.

"Master Kato, I have a ghost? What the hell is it? What do you mean by saying this?" Weisman knew exactly what Kato's words meant. He understood that Kato's Damascus was saying that he had temporarily pushed back the knife show to get the knife he wanted in advance. When the knife show began, the Damascus scimitar that was staring by many collectors had entered Weisman's son's collection cabinet. Almost everyone who participated in the knife show knew about that time.

"Chairman Wisman, since you admire that 'master' so much, then we might as well wait. I want to see what kind of master this master is this less than thirty years old!!" This time he spoke, and the disdain and dissatisfaction contained in his voice was not concealed at all.

"Yes, we need to see what kind of amazing work this so-called master can produce!!"

"Okay! Since you are so persistent, then we will wait while exhibiting. These VIPs are very tight!" Weisman looked at Kato's big eagle with a proud look on his face, and a trace of pride flashed invisibly in his eyes.

Jiang is still old and hot. According to regulations, works that do not participate on time will lose their qualifications to participate. Now, this rule is not changed by him by Weisman himself. It was these masters who forced him to change it. Weisman is not afraid of another gossip news about temporarily changing the rules.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Weisman just walked off the hosting station, and a slightly hoarse voice came from the VIP channel, and a slender and thin figure slowly walked in from the door.

The messy long hair covered most of the person's face, and his eyes flashed with decadent eyes between his hair. His slightly pale chin was covered with a bit of sighing stubble. In his mouth, he was holding half of his wrinkled cigarette butt, a black leather jacket, a washed white jeans, and under his feet was a pair of brand new and snow-white Nike sneakers.

"Chu! You're finally here!" Weisman looked at the man who walked in slowly, and the joy on his face instantly burst into tears.

At the same time, among the VIP crowd in the room, two people suddenly looked shocked and even stood up from the seat with a bang. "Is it him? It's him? How is it possible? Isn't this guy dead?"

These two people are the most unprovoked guys in the world. One is Bika, the owner of the Mad Dog's private military contractor, and the other is Captain John, the captain of the Rattlesnake Special Forces. These two guys are the world's top killing machines. No matter which country you hear the names of these two guys!

"Who is this guy?" The old man next to John looked at the Oriental Man called Chu, and then looked at the faces of the two guys again. The shock expressed on his face made him really unable to figure out what the young Oriental Man was.

"Blade!"

John and Bika answered Scalley in unison, and then sat back. This time, they no longer had any dissatisfaction on their faces, but instead they looked joking.

Blade, not many people know this name, but everyone who knows it understands the meaning of this name, especially after t-1 is forcibly disbanded, the name becomes even more legendary. There are many people who know about the things that happened on Zilan Star that year. In addition, under the deliberate spread of those who are interested, the destruction of T-1 like a legend has become confusing.

In any case, the reason for the destruction of T-1 is that the spread becomes clearer and clearer. That is, the general said that the person he said was old and yellow. At that time, everyone in the military knew that T-1 was at its peak. General Revas insisted on disbanding T-1 and sent out T-3 that was completely formed by him at that time. There were thirty-six people in the t-3, each of which was fully armed.

As for the battle process, except for the participants of T-1 and T-3, even General Levas did not understand the details. In short, the final claim to the outside world was that T-1 was disobeying military orders and even beat General Levas, and was eventually wiped out by T-3!

At that time, there were only twelve people in the total number of t-1!

"Okay! Everyone has arrived, the exhibition begins!" Weisman didn't say much to the young oriental man. All communication was completed in eye exchanges. The five masters began to tilt their nostrils into the sky after seeing Chu appear. Kato Daewe, who was arrogant by nature, simply picked up an ebony knife magazine about 40 centimeters from behind him!

"I'll come first!" The exhibition at this moment is no longer like an exhibition. After being recognized by Chu, Weisman simply stopped being an emcee. She ran to the VIP seat and became a spectator with great enthusiasm!

"Okay! First of all, we invite Mr. Kato Ohawk from Japan!" Weisman ignored it, but his assistant Danielle could not let the exhibition get messy, and took over the conversation in time, and made a hasty invitation before Kato Ohawk walked onto the display stand.

Kato Daewei held the knife magazine in both hands, and his eyes swept coldly over Chu's body until the knife magazine was placed on the display stand. The lights in the entire exhibition hall were dim in an instant, but on the round display stand, the blue light of the spotlights instantly condensed the atmosphere in the entire exhibition hall!

"Everyone! On behalf of the Yamato nation, I will show the world my best works. I believe that this work is not only the top in the Yamato nation, but also the top in the world!!" Kato Ohatsu said, taking out the knife holder he prepared from the bottom of the display stand and put it on the stage. Then slowly opened the knife box. At this time, the spotlights on the display stand were instantly extinguished, and the entire exhibition hall was in a faint darkness.

"Everyone! Please see! My most peak work of Yamato nation! Tiger!!" With the voice of Kato's Eagle, a strong light suddenly lit up above the exhibition hall, illuminating directly on the work that was already on the knife holder. As the light in the exhibition hall slowly dimmed, all eyes were placed on the "domineering" combat knife on the knife holder!
Chapter completed!