Chapter 472 Confrontation (Third Update)

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The beer bottle exploded, startling everyone present, but although his attack was ruthless, the result left him stunned.

The hook-nosed man shook his head and patted away the remaining glass shards, but nothing happened. The next second, he raised his foot and kicked hard, sending the young man flying out.

He vomited blood in mid-air.

He hit the chair and struggled to sit up, but he didn't have the strength to get up and fight again.

"boom!"

But the hook-nosed man didn't stop there. He took a few steps forward and kicked him a few times, leaving the young man bruised and swollen.

Then he kicked his opponent out: "Baga! If you dare to sneak attack me, this will be your fate."

Then, he pointed at everyone: "Who else wants to fight against me?"

The sinister look on the hook-nosed face made many people present stunned.

However, a group of Japanese men and female companions clapped their hands and cheered: "Watanabe-kun is so handsome, Watanabe-kun is so powerful."

The girl in yellow had a joking expression on her face. She didn't know whether she was mocking Big Fatty Pan and the others for their incompetence, or mocking the arrogance of Hook Nose and the others.

Ye Tianlong shook his head slightly, finished the crayfish in his hand, then stood up and walked into the restaurant, dragging out a plastic bucket from the kitchen with ease...

"Go together."

At this time, Big Fatty Pan was holding his painful shoulder, the anger in his eyes could not be concealed, and he shouted to the other diners: "Beat him!"

A dozen or so well-dressed men with relatively strong physiques suddenly rolled up their sleeves and attacked Watanabe.

Courage is commendable, but reality is cruel.

There was no need for Watanabe to take action at all. His four companions moved forward and withstood Pan Dapang's attack.

"Bang bang bang!"

Big Fatty Pan and the other ten people were like flying kites. They fell back on the way and fell next to the girl in yellow one after another.

No matter how embarrassed he was, Watanabe looked at the more than 20 people who had fallen to the ground and snorted with contempt: "The sick man of East Asia."

He looked at the girl in yellow again: "No one can help you now."

"Whoops!"

When the girl in yellow looked stunned but fearless, a large pool of red liquid, like mercury, poured on the soles of Watanabe and the others' feet and around them.

At least ten square meters were stained with red liquid, which smelled of spicy and sesame oil. The landlady was surprised to recognize that it was her own waste oil.

Eat spicy hot pot, fried crayfish, and grilled squid using recycled oil.

The oil splashed on the ground, and the floor instantly became very thick and slippery. Watanabe and others' feet became sticky.

They looked up angrily and saw Ye Tianlong standing in front of them carrying a stick: "The Chinese people can't be killed or driven away."

"They're down, it doesn't matter, there's me."

Ye Tianlong smiled brightly: "As long as I'm here, you can't bully her or act wild."

He leaned on the stick and smiled: "You still have a chance now. Apologize to everyone and make compensation properly. I won't embarrass you."

"Trouble us?"

An Oriental young man yelled: "Are you worthy?"

While roaring, he rushed towards Ye Tianlong, but just as he took a few steps, his foot slipped, his center of gravity became unstable, and he fell down with a crash.

His whole body was covered in oil, slippery and greasy. He tried to struggle, but his toes slipped and he fell back again, which was very embarrassing.

"boom!"

When he gritted his teeth and tried to stand up again, Ye Tianlong hit him on the head with a stick. With a loud bang, he fell back to the ground, groaning.

Another Japanese man was filled with indignation and clenched his fists to step forward carefully. Ye Tianlong stretched out his stick and patted his legs to the left and right.

"Pop!"

The forward-moving Japanese man's legs suddenly spread slowly, and then he let out an uncontrollable cry, and the pain was so painful that he almost burst into tears.

"Son of a bitch!"

The other two people were furious when they saw this, rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward cautiously, but their efforts were quickly disrupted by Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong poked out his sticks one after another, all of them hitting their knees. They fell to the ground one by one, and before they could struggle, they were hit with a few more sticks on their heads.

The Japanese people who were like wolves and tigers just now were all vulnerable, leaving the boss's wife and Big Fatty Pan dumbfounded.

They really didn't expect to play like this.

"Boy, you are so shameless."

The Watanabe man yelled: "What's the point of playing tricks like this? If you have the ability, let me go out and fight in a one-on-one fight."

Their female companions also shouted: "That's right, you didn't do that. It's very embarrassing, okay? You have the ability to challenge them."

"Using low-level means to win, and winning without using force will bring shame to China."

There were also women who stamped their feet, very angry at Ye Tianlong's behavior, and the ugliness of the Japanese people turned into hatred for Ye Tianlong.

"Tsk, this makes no sense:"

Ye Tianlong shook the stick a few times and asked Watanabe to move left and right: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Didn't your ancestors tell you?"

"If everything is fair, your ancestors can't even enter the gate of China."

"When we launched an excuse to invade, we didn't say it was fair? When we launched a gas unit, we didn't say it was fair? When four people came out to beat me just now, we didn't say it was fair?"

"If it's good for you, let's talk about victory and defeat. If it's not good for you, just call it a fair fight. It's not that good."

As soon as these words came out, a group of Japanese people were speechless.

"I'll give you one minute, either I'll apologize or I'll break my leg."

Ye Tianlong raised his stick and said, "If I don't teach you a lesson, I'm afraid you will be able to hear these bird songs everywhere in China in the future."

"Boy, you are seeking death."

Watanabe was so angry that he suddenly flicked his feet, spreading his wings like a giant eagle, and then moved on the bodies of several companions to avoid the greasy ground.

"boom!"

Just when he jumped high to jump out of the oil circle, the stick in Ye Tianlong's hand swung hard on his waist.

There was a loud noise, and Watanabe fell back again with a groan.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The next second, Ye Tianlong picked up the stick and smashed it, knocking the struggling Watanabe to the ground: "I told you to jump, I told you to jump, I told you to jump."

Watanabe was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. His face was full of anger and helplessness. This kid was too sinister.

While avoiding Ye Tianlong's stick, he used his hands and feet to escape from the high platform.

But Ye Tianlong didn't give him a chance. The stick seemed to be spiritual, tapping his calf from time to time, causing him to slip to the ground four times in a row.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Ye Tianlong hit his head a few more times: "Jump, jump for me."

Watanabe has a few extra things in his head.

A woman was so angry that she came up to pull Ye Tianlong, but Ye Tianlong poked him out. The other woman was furious: "Do you know who I am?"

"We are from the Qingshui family, our young master is Hikari Tohi, and Watanabe-kun is the young master's favorite."

She wanted to eat Ye Tianlong: "You are disrespectful to the Qingshui family by beating us, and you will pay the price."

Ye Tianlong narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a little more interest: "No wonder he sings extreme military songs. It turns out he is a rich and prosperous person."

He wondered if he could find an opportunity to drive them out or destroy them, so that Mingjiang would be less polluted.

"Director Pan, the rest is up to you."

While thinking, Ye Tianlong handed the stick to Pan Dapang and the others: "You can now get back the grievances you have just suffered."

Big Fat Pan held the stick, and his blood immediately boiled. He rushed up and smashed it at a group of Japanese people: "I told you to be aggressive, I told you to be aggressive!"

"I told you to sing military songs, I told you to sing military songs."

As soon as Big Fatty Pan rushed forward, the other injured Chinese men also fucked and beat the drowned dog, only to hear moans and groans.