It's a shame, this is definitely Miyamoto Kuraki's Waterloo.

As an excellent badminton player in Toyo, Miyamoto Kuraki has participated in many competitions and won many championships, and has never been as embarrassed as he is today.

He was detained twenty-one times in a row, but Miyamoto Kuraki couldn't stop him once. It was so embarrassing that he threw him to his grandma's house.

Looking at Miyamoto Kuraki who was angry and embarrassed, Tang Long jokingly said, "What? Badminton can't beat me, it's like fighting with me? Do you think you can beat me?"

"Hmph, tell you the truth, boy, I am from the Miyamoto family, my father is the master of the Dongyang Erdao River, and my elder brother is the president of Donghai Qiaojiaren Group. I know that you China like to fight for your father, and you fight in all kinds of ways. Just so I will crush you with my family background!"

Miyamoto Kuraki held the racket, snorted coldly, and then sucked at Tang Long.

Bang.

With a slap, Miyamoto Kuraki's head was directly photographed on the ground, and soon blood flowed all over the ground.

"Ah, Baga, boy, do you dare to hit me?"

Miyamoto Kuraki covered his forehead and said angrily: "You are dead."

Bang!

He kicked it off again, and Miyamoto Kuraki's mouth was kicked and swollen, causing Miyamoto Kuraki to scream in pain.

Tang Long slapped Miyamoto Kuraki's face and said coldly: "I'm willing to accept the loss of the bet, one million!"

Miyamoto Kuraki pretended to be confused and said, "What a million? I don't know?"

"Haha, pretend to be confused, right? Well, I'll let you wake up!" Tang Long picked up the racket on the ground, shook it a few times, and smashed it down according to Miyamoto Kuraki's head.

Slap sex.

After a crazy shot, Miyamoto Kuraki covered his head and screamed.

Even Wu Dashan didn't expect that Tang Long would be so violent that even Miyamoto Kuraki dared to fight.

But Miyamoto Kuraki took action first, and it would be useless to beat him.

"Brother-in-law is domineering!"

"Brother-in-law is so awesome!"

"Brother-in-law, beat this arrogant Japanese to death, how dare you call us the sick husband of East Asia?"

Xia Qianhan, Yang Qian, Chen Rong and others all waved their fists and cheered.

Wu Dashan next to him had a dark face, and he was really a person who was not afraid of many troubles when watching the fun.

"Stop calling, give it to... give it to you, I'll transfer the money to you right away!" Miyamoto Kuraki cried and kept begging for mercy.

Tang Long shook his racket and smoked his cigarette: "You just called us Chinese as sick men in East Asia?"

"I...I am the sick husband of East Asia, and our whole family is the sick husband of East Asia!"

Miyamoto Kuraki wiped his tears and said pitifully.

Tang Long said indifferently: "Okay, let's talk about compensation now."

"Compensation? What does it mean?"

Miyamoto Kuraki felt a chill on his back and always felt like he fell into a stinky ditch.

Tang Long said with a stern face: "You insulted us Chinese just now. Do you have to compensate for some mental loss? It's not much, right?"

"No...not much, then, I'll transfer the money to you now, it's a total of one million yuan." Miyamoto Kuraki breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly took out his cell phone, and was about to call Miyamoto Rukawa.

After all, Miyamoto Kuraki must have told Miyamoto Rukawa that such a large amount of money.

Tang Long frowned and said, "Miyamoto Japanese devils, I said that each person compensated one dollar for mental loss. I am a great country in China, claiming to be 1.3 billion, so you have to pay me 1.3 billion."

"You... you are blackmailing, you are blackmailing, I... I want to call the police!" Miyamoto Kuraki shouted with an angry face.

Slap sex.

Before Miyamoto Kuraki could finish his speech, Tang Long swung the ball and slapped it down, making Miyamoto Kuraki scream and beg for mercy again.

"Don't...don't fight."

Miyamoto Kuraki hugged his head and cried and begged: "There is too much 1.3 billion. I don't have that much money?"

Tang Long moved his neck and said, "Seeing that you are so sincerely begging for mercy, I will pity you for ten million."

"Ten million?"

Miyamoto Kuraki said pitifully: "Can you have less?"

"Hehe, of course, one leg is 1.5 million, and two legs are 3 million, so do you do it, give the money or the legs?"

As he said that, Tang Long stepped on Miyamoto Kuraki's right leg.

"Money...Money, I...I'll ask my elder brother to transfer money to you right away!" Miyamoto Kuraki stuttered, then took out his cell phone and called Miyamoto Rukawa.

I thought Miyamoto Rukawa would bring people to teach Tang Long a lesson.

But after hearing the name of "Tang Long", Miyamoto Rukawa didn't say anything and directly transferred 10 million to Tang Long without blinking.

In fact, Tang Long’s purpose is very simple. He just wants to blackmail Miyamoto Rukawa, which can only be regarded as Miyamoto Kuraki’s unlucky.

"Tang Longjun, I've recorded this grudge!" Miyamoto Rukawa said coldly on the phone.

Tang Long held a cigarette in his mouth and said disdainfully: "Miyamoto Rukawa, do you still remember the East China Fashion Festival? Did you want me, Tang Long, at that time? It's just 10 million, just interest!"

"Hmph, let's go and see."

As he said that, Miyamoto Rukawa hung up the phone.

Donghai City, a club room.

There were only two people in the private room, namely Miyamoto Rukawa and Sun Yiyang.

Who would have thought that these two people would have an intersection.

In fact, Sun Yiyang's purpose is very simple. He wanted to use Miyamoto Rukawa to deal with Tang Long.

Similarly, Miyamoto Rukawa also has the same purpose.

Everyone is adult, not fools.

Clang.

The door was pushed open, and Miyamoto Kuraki rushed in with gauze.

"Brother, do you have to avenge me?"

Miyamoto Kuraki said with a grievance.

Looking at the scars on Miyamoto Kuraki's face, Miyamoto Rukawa said with a murderous look on his face: "Don't worry, I, Miyamoto Rukawa, will definitely avenge you."

"I heard that the killer world has issued a reward order to Tang Long. Even if we don't take action, he will not be able to escape death. However, I am quite interested in the reward of more than one billion." Sun Yiyang on the sofa said coldly.

It was Miyamoto Kuraki's turn to be shocked.

A reward of more than one billion?!

Miyamoto Kuraki exclaimed, "This... how is this possible? I think that the brat is not special except for his taller appearance than me? It's very ordinary and can't even recognize him even if he throws it into the crowd."

Sun Yiyang took a sip of tea, stood up and smiled, "Ordinary? Haha, he is the youngest soldier king in China. Even Ye Binglong dares to fight, and he is living well now. Do you think he is still ordinary?"

"Yes, if Tang Long is ordinary, how could he defeat the god of death Tanatus in three moves? If Tang Long is ordinary, how could he kill the underworld generals in the Hades' Hall?"

Miyamoto Rukawa shook his red wine glass and tasted it and said, "People like Tang Long must not be provoked, but if they provoke it, they have to provoke it to death. Otherwise, when he recovers, we will die."

Sun Yiyang nodded and agreed, "Yes, so you have to make a long-term plan to deal with Tang Long."

Hum, is it that mysterious?

Miyamoto Kuraki looked disdainful. Just as the leader of the Sakura Killer Organization was in Donghai, it would be better to let him kill Tang Long.
Chapter completed!