Although it is a well-known old store, there are only one or two customers in the store, which is completely incomparable to the Shengqun who will have to queue up to call numbers in the future. Tang Dao walked into the store just glanced at him and didn't care too much.

This is naturally related to the economic conditions at this time. In the war years, supporting family members became a problem. How many people can go out to restaurants?

The business is not good, and it coincides with the New Year. The guy wearing old clothes is naturally lazy. The greasy on the table has not been wiped clean. Tang Dao naturally chose a cleaner private room.

Six people entered one of the only few private rooms on the second floor of this not-so-large braised cake shop. The inside was as good as expected than the outside environment. The Eight Immortals table was accompanied by carved stools and painted screens. The very traditional Chinese private rooms were a little old.

However, all three women have experienced war and are not very picky about the environment. Teacher He, who was still very interested just now, took the lead in sitting down and shouted that today he was exhausted, which was much more tiring than doing physics experiments.

Tang Dao...

It turns out that women are tired when shopping! Why do they look like a perpetual motion machine when shopping? This is really a proposition that men find difficult to understand.

The waiter with a low eyebrows was very respectful on the side, but his service attitude of never seeing anyone after ordering the food made Tang Dao give this old store a bad review in his heart. Can he survive until the future and gain reputation?

Will it be popular all over the country if one of the "Hudilao" be opened after the war?

Of course, even if we want to open it, we have to wait until China embarks on a new path of economic development. Tang Dao’s biggest wish is to stay in the countryside, farm chickens during the day, and discuss the mystery of life with his wife at night.

However, whether the decoration is good or not, or even the service is second, the food itself is important.

But the dishes presented disappointed Tang Dao very much. Its known as color, fragrance and taste are all complete. Not to mention color, the taste at the mouth also made Tang Dao feel very different from what he remembered.

This wasn't right! It was just like he didn't feel good when he stepped into the door of this store and saw the sparse customers and the unenthusiastic waiter.

Seeing that the Tuanzun frowned suddenly, Leng Feng slapped the table and was about to ask the store to come in and explain.

The result was even more surprising to everyone. This old shop in Henan Province was really tough, as if it was opened in a bandit's nest. As soon as the table was slapped, the windows suddenly exploded, and a few plum darts flew straight to the few people.

Before the three women could figure out why they could even shoot a black shop when they were slapped. Tang Dao and Leng Feng's hands suddenly moved, and they both lifted the Eight Immortals Table weighing more than 100 pounds away.

"Snatch! Snatch!" All the darts shot in from the window were blocked by the huge Eight Immortals Table.

"Leng Feng, Er Ya, you two protect them three!" Tang Dao turned around and kicked the screen, expanding the indoor space to the maximum, looking at the front door of the box, and said with a serious expression.

This is not a black shop, it is a premeditated assassination.

Moreover, it was from the assassination of the Japanese.

The darts that were still stuck on the table of the Eight Immortals proved the identity of the Japanese, because the Chinese darts would not do so many fancy things, and it would be enough to kill people with sharp and blades. In other words, the so-called ninjas of the Japanese like to play these fancy things, and the future Tang Dao has seen such fancy things.

At this point, Tang Dao had already figured out why there were so many things wrong.

There are fewer customers because there are no customers. Those customers are all pretending. No wonder one of them just glanced at him and waited for him and stopped looking at him, while the others didn't even look at him.

For a normal man, the dishes on the table are definitely not as attractive as the three lively beauties, but the two tables of guests are only interested in food.

The waiter's obedience was because he was Japanese and had a bad taste in his bones. He naturally didn't dare to stay for too long to avoid revealing flaws.

As for the dishes I brought up, I don’t want anything. If a Chinese chef who was almost scared by being robbed of courage can still perform one-tenth of his level, then Tang Dao must recruit this big heart under his command.

Of course, all this is no longer important. Tang Dao has never been afraid of many scumbags.

But soon, Tang Dao heard the breath outside the door. A man's breathing was calm and long. It took an ordinary person three times to breathe, but he only performed it once.

That is a master, even Uncle Han and Mingxin are not necessarily comparable to it.

Tang Dao slowly clenched his fists and let out a sigh of relief.

That was both a cautious and a warning, and Leng Feng and Erya, who were responsible for the safety of the three women behind him.

Leng Feng and Erya, as comrades-in-arms who had fought side by side with Tang Dao for more than three months, immediately knew what Tang Dao meant, that was to encounter a great enemy. No matter what, they both had to ensure the safety of the three women.

Leng Feng looked outside the door with a cold look, but his subordinates immediately made arrangements, pulling out the shell gun on his waist and throwing it directly to Teacher Xiao He, while he pulled out the 38 bayonet from the scabbard on his waist with his backhand.

Teacher Xiao He is not a soldier, but at such a critical moment, she can only become a soldier, and Leng Feng made the best way to deal with it.

He and Erya act as barriers for the three women, but Dan Tai Mingyue, who had already taken out his pistol, and Teacher He, who held the shell gun tightly and pulled out the safety, must be prepared to fight for himself.

When encountering a crisis, never blindly confident and make the worst plans. This is a qualified soldier.

The door was slowly pushed open, and a short-haired young man in an unusually tall and grey robe stood quietly at the door, looking at Tang Dao peacefully.

On his side, two people were standing on the left and right, wearing the Chinese double-breasted cotton jacket that ordinary people often dressed the most, but holding a Japanese samurai sword in his hand.

It seemed a bit out of character, but Tang Dao didn't have a smile on his face.

Not only was the man who was half a head taller than him, he smelled the breath of his kind, but the other two also made him feel a hint of threat and the threat of death.

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The sharp blade in the Japanese hand stimulated Leng Feng's eyes, took a deep breath, held the bayonet in his hand, and bowed slightly. Before the killer moved, the cold murderous intent had already stimulated the attacking state of Chinese army majors who had killed no less than ten Japanese troops head-on on the battlefield.

At the same time, Leng Feng warned Erya and the two women who were hiding from the side and holding a gun outside the door with their other hand, ordering them not to shoot blindly.

First, their angles do not pose too much threat to the three people outside the door; second, the man who actively pushed the door open was so terrible that his scalp was numb. If the gunshot sounded, it would probably be a dart but a grenade that shot into the house, which would definitely be a catastrophe for the three women hiding in the private room.

The man looked over, terrible and confident.

Although he didn't say a word, Tang Dao and Leng Feng understood what he meant. He wanted a hand-to-hand battle, using the lives of three women as a threat to a hand-to-hand battle that would not alarm the outside world.

If it was not as good as his wish, the opponent would attack with all his might, and the first thing he would deal with was three women. Even if the outside world heard gunfire and came with a large group of soldiers, it would be too late.

The tall man was obviously satisfied with everyone in the house, and his eyes were slightly stopped on Leng Feng and then he threw them on Tang Dao.

"Tang Jun, I'm honored to see you here. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fujiwara Zhanxiong. I am the brother of Major Ikawa who died at your hands in the Battle of Songe." Fujiwara Zhanxiong said calmly at Tang Dao.

Tang Dao shook his head, "I think you either found the wrong person, or you forgot to sign up for me before your brother died. Of course, it's not his fault, maybe he didn't have a chance. After all, you know, who on the battlefield would have so much interest in Zhazha?"

Although Fujiwara Jao's face remained unchanged, his eyes were filled with coldness.

Tang Dao’s meaning is very obvious. There are many Japanese people who die under my hands. Fujiwara is considered the old one. Why should I remember his name?

"Baga." Two other masters of Shuiyueliu holding swords in both hands shouted angrily.

"Don't let eight or seven. There are not a hundred Japanese who died under my hands. There must be eight or sixty-four. Remember to shout eight or eight when you see me in the future." Tang Dao's face showed a hint of disdain.

No, Baga's mouth is too poisonous, and the faces of the two Japanese masters instantly turned pale.

He sprayed all kinds of things on his mouth, but Tang Dao was looking at the man who called himself Wanwara Jaetsu.

A Japanese assassin who can turn assassination into an open attack either has a broken head or has great confidence, and can kill himself on the spot with his bare hands.

Of course, Tang Dao would not believe that the Japanese who went deep into the war zone and spent a huge price to set up such a killing game would send a fool. He also did not believe in his own information. The Japanese had never conducted investigations. The Japanese arrogance was based on not being beaten. Once they were beaten, the cautiousness in their genes would appear.

The two big fat bombs in the beautiful country are the best proof. If the Japanese kill hundreds of thousands of them, don’t they hate them? Of course they hate them, but they can bury hatred in their hearts and kneel down and lick the soles of the beautiful country’s shoes. After licking them for decades, they have become a habit.

Before they have no ability to completely deal with beautiful countries, they will still kneel as usual. This is what is engraved in the Japanese genes, and has not changed for thousands of years.

"Tang Jun, the entire hotel is under our control. It will take at least twenty minutes to come when your Chinese city defense forces hear the movement here. If you want to chat, I can chat with you for five minutes before sending Tang Jun and his party on the way." Fujiwara Zhanyu restrained the anger on his face, and said calmly and calmly.

"Okay! Why don't you sit down and talk about it? I have heard that your Japanese island tea ceremony skills have already surpassed the blue ones. Mr. Zhan Xiong, why not show me how hard you can make tea? The time will not be too long, eighteen or nineteen minutes is enough. The last minute can be enough for us to say friendly words!" Tang Dao laughed at him.

Tang Dao is already familiar with showing off, but he didn't expect to meet a Japanese man who is more capable of showing off than him. Wen Wu is not the first and second. If Tang Dao doesn't attack the pretender, then he is not the Tang Dao anymore.

"Baga." Two masters of Shuiyueliu once again showed their spirit of supporting roles and shouted angrily.

It would be fine to let Shui Yueliu's heirs show the tea ceremony, but what the hell is that making tea? The result of the two is the same, but it is not as good as the same level!

Also, Tang Dao's words are very poisonous than the blue, and he has never admitted that Japanese tea ceremony culture was learned from the Tang Dynasty in China. The Japanese people who have been very responsive to this. Tang Dao is poking everyone's hearts.

Tang Dao's lips slightly, I can't stand it? Then how can you let the sticks live in eighty years? Not only do they dare to shout loudly that Chinese medicine belongs to them, Qu Yuan belongs to them, Confucius belongs to them, and even Sun Wukong belongs to them. Go to your servants and learn Chinese studies and then come to China to make a difference!

"Tang Jun doesn't know if he believes it, but he doesn't believe it. Although Fujiwara Zhanxiong came here today to take the head of your great master, he also wanted to compete with Tang Jun in martial arts. The revenge of killing his brother is second." Fujiwara Zhanxiong obviously adapted to Tang Dao's poisonous tongue style very quickly. Not only was he not angry, but a smile appeared on his face.

Tang Dao also smiled, and stretched out his fists to the three Japanese who were authentic Japanese in Chinese clothes, "If you want to fight, you will fight. What is martial arts? It's nothing more than a more powerful murderous skill."

Tang Dao's fist is not as big as Lu Zhishen's fist described in the book, with dark skin and very ordinary skin. However, including the slightly shrinking Fujiwara Jaetsu, the three masters of Water Yueliu, no one dared to underestimate the fist at all.

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Tang Dao, who was standing in a stunning appearance before, gave people the feeling of being an extraordinary sword unsheathed, bursting out with sharpness and murderous aura.

The surging murderous intent stimulated the two masters of Shuiyueliu standing beside Wanyu Zhanyu to move together, pointing the blade towards Tang Dao collectively, with fierce intentions in their eyes.

Before Tang Dao made a move, he only showed his fist once, so he let two masters of Shuiyueliu take the initiative to attack. Their power was no less than the pressure on Leng Feng when Fujiwara Zhanxiong appeared.

But at this moment, Wanhua Zhanxiong's eyes were as bright as stars. "If the word "honor" was a bit polite, but after seeing Tang Jun in person, Zhanxiong felt that honor was not enough to describe Zhanxiong's inner joy. In order to respect Tang Jun, you the strongest enemy, Zhanxiong will definitely take all his strength later. I will take your head back to my family and hang it on the wall of my quiet room, so that Tang Jun can die as much as possible."

After saying that, Fujiwara Jao stretched out his hand and pulled it casually. The tough cotton Chinese robe was pulled into pieces by him like a piece of paper, revealing his body wearing a complete Japanese samurai suit.

Then he took a few steps back and said loudly: "You might as well fight with me," Mr. Tang, otherwise, Zhan Xiong would not be sympathetic to any enemy in the room. Of course, it would be for you to find out that if you dare to escape, I will take those three beautiful women back to our military camp as a woman who wishes the warriors of the Empire."

As Fujiwara Jamahiro retreated, the two swordsmen with great strength also retreated and gave up the door of the box.

Tang Dao's expression was a bit joking just now. The man named Fujiwara Jaetsu was stronger than he thought. It can even be said that he was a great enemy he had never met in his past and present life.

Although Uncle Han and Mingxin are both masters, they both have their own concerns and their hearts are far less powerful than the man in front of them. Tang Dao just now had all kinds of ridicule and sarcasm, but they did not play any role in that man.

Even Tang Dao even suspected that he was a slap at the beginning that he was just a scumbag and successfully aroused the anger on the man's face.

Yes, although the two did not actually confront each other, they had already quietly passed one move.

Tang Dao used his dead brother and national pain points to sarcastically attack him, while Fujiwara Jaezuo threatened the three women in the room.

If he does not follow Fujiwara Jaetsu's wishes, this private room will be attacked first. If he uses machine gun fire and grenade thrown, he will be even more god-like and it will be difficult for the three women to protect him. If Tang Dao wants to escape, the three women will be even worse than death.

Tang Dao's sarcasm did not succeed in angering Fujiwara Zhanxiong, but Fujiwara Zhanxiong showed off Tang Dao's concerns. Strictly speaking, Tang Dao was at a disadvantage in this round of spiritual confrontation.

Because, Tang Dao cannot lose any of the three girls in the house, whether they are their lover Dan Tai Mingyue, Teacher He who will become a master in the future, or Mrs. Yue who has already lost her husband because of the Battle of Four Stars.

But if you just rely on your mouth, why do you have to do with your fists? Anyway, there is no policeman in mind.

Since someone came so far away to find a beating, he could only beat him up.
To be continued...