"Fan Zhong, right? We haven't seen each other for a long time. To describe you as repaying kindness with hatred is really apt." Wang Xu tossed the scrambled eggs in the pan without looking back.
"Repaying kindness with vengeance? Do you think I'm a fool? In that mission in Suzhou, you saved me once from a Li Gui. But in hindsight, the failure of our operation and the attack by Li Gui were not all arranged by you and Master Mao.
Yes!"
Wang Xu said: "So you went to ask your boss, Instructor Ding, for revenge, but unfortunately that action failed."
Fan Zhong snorted coldly: "I don't know what kind of deal you had with Ding Yao, so that he could actually take over the whole thing. And after returning to China, not only was I not held accountable for the failure of the Suzhou operation, I was transferred into
The Second Battle Group became his direct subordinate."
Wang Xu smiled: "Haha... The matter between him and me has nothing to do with you. You have no more chances. I will not let you go a second time."
"You let me go? Humph... Do you think I'm still the same person I was in Suzhou... After being transformed by top genetic technology, I have endured countless pains that ordinary people can't imagine. My current abilities are like superman!" Fan Zhong
He shifted his attention to Tobe: "If this guy hadn't been in the way..."
"First meeting, at Shimotobe Shinzaemon, affiliated with the First Regiment." Tobe greeted him feebly, but his hand was still firmly grasped on Fan Zhong's wrist.
"If this guy hadn't been in the way..." Wang Xu continued Fan Zhong's words: "You have been dead at my feet for a long time."
Fan Zhong glared at Hu Bu angrily: "Since he is a member of the first battle group, why don't you attack him and instead sit here chatting and eating with him?! You want to stop me from doing it!"
Hube finally let go of his hand, and looked at Fan Zhong with his white eyes: "I won't have any strength if I don't eat..."
The corners of Fan Zhong's mouth twitched and he thought to himself: You can block my sneak attack even if you don't have the strength? Then when you have the strength, can you part the sea or something like that?
Wang Xu added another sentence: "I told you, he is not stopping you, he is protecting you."
Fan Zhong was really cruel, but he didn't dare to take action against the members of the First Regiment, so he could only say: "Mr. Tobe, when are you going to take action?"
"Give me the change and I'll kill him after dinner."
Fan Zhong was speechless. He took out a few banknotes and some change from his pocket: "How about you eat what you have and leave him to me?"
But Hu Bu said to Fan Zhong in a grateful tone, "But if you die, who will I turn to to repay the money in the future?"
Wang Xu sighed relaxedly: "He is really a person who pays great attention to etiquette..."
Fan Zhong was about to explode. The two of them were singing along and didn't pay attention to him at all. At this moment, he finally couldn't bear it and shouted loudly. He took three steps forward and crashed through the counter. He made a fist with his right hand and pointed towards Wang.
Xu's lower back was struck out, but before the punch could reach, a long and narrow white bone spike suddenly protruded from Fan Zhong's right wrist vein. It was extremely sharp. Seeing its power, he must have wanted to stab Wang Xu in the face.
wear.
"Pop!" There was a sound. Wang Xu held the pan in one hand and kept shaking it, while the other hand firmly held the white bone spike.
"Click!" was heard again. Fan Zhong's face was ashen, and the bones sticking out of his body were easily broken by Wang Xu...
Wang Xu turned around, holding the awl-like bone in his hand. He did not use the sharp end to prick, but used the blunt end that had been broken by himself to hit Fan Zhong. While beating him, he said: "How dare you stab me?"
kidney!"
Then there was a very ugly fight scene. There were no supernatural moves, and there were not even a few formal fighting moves at all. The whole process was very much like the night after a parent-teacher conference in a middle school, when a father chased his son with a stick.
After it lasted for five or six minutes, well... my son was beaten to death.
In short, because the difference in strength was too big, Fan Zhong was beaten to death by his own bones, and it was absolutely true that he died with his eyes open. However, Hu Bu was immersed in eating at the moment, pretending not to see it.
After Wang Xu finished killing the man, he threw away the bones, calmly finished making his bacon and scrambled eggs, picked up the plate and sat down opposite Hu Bu to eat.
"Why don't you save him now?"
"The reason is the same as yours. I have already saved him once, and I will not get a second chance." Tobe replied gloomily: "Xiaoxiao, who lacks strength but has no fear of the strong, can be forgiven.
.But he, over and over again, takes the strong man's disregard for him as a matter of course and tolerates it, so let him sacrifice his life in exchange for a lesson."
Wang Xu nodded solemnly, "Well... if a company that produces mosquito coils prints your words on their products, they will definitely sell well..."
When Hu Bu finished eating, he wiped his mouth with a tissue, put the change that Fan Zhong gave him on the table, and then stood up, "I'm full. I'm very grateful for your patience."
Wang Xu also quickly cleared up the rest of the food on the plate with a few big mouthfuls: "Haha... I will feel very sorry to defeat a Tobe Shinzaemon who has not eaten enough."
Tobe's right hand was holding the hilt of the sword at this time. This was the first time he actually held the sword today: "You can read the memory, right? Then you should also know that I was definitely not joking when I said I would kill you after eating.
of."
Wang Xu also stood up: "Of course I know that everyone you promised to kill eventually fell under your sword. You are indeed an unparalleled swordsman genius in the world." He said this.
Chu paused: "But, I can beat you."
"Then please..." Tobe's thumb slowly pushed the sword out of the scabbard: "Please give me some advice."
His strange voice, accompanied by a rustling sound, reached Wang Xu's ears.
Wang Xu lowered his head and looked down. There was a neat incision on his chest made by a samurai sword, and a large area of bright red flowed out. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all covered with his own blood in a matter of seconds.
Hube was now standing behind Wang Xu, with his back to his opponent. His sword was sheathed, as if he had just pushed it out an inch with his thumb, and the entire blade had not yet been unsheathed.
Although it was really fast, Wang Xu saw it clearly.
"That broken sword of yours..." Wang Xu covered the wound, and the blood stopped spraying. He looked as usual and said: "It was quite fast..."
"Hmph..." Tobe lowered his head and smiled, and slowly pulled out the sword from his waist. As Wang Xu said, his katana was indeed broken and could only be counted as half a sword, but it was usually kept in its sheath.
It can’t be seen from the outside, “Did you already know from my memory that this was a broken sword, or did you really see my move clearly?”
"None of this is important." Wang Xu laughed out loud: "The important thing is that you can change it to a complete one."
Before he finished speaking, the half sword in Tobe's hand suddenly shattered into dozens of small fragments, fell off the hilt and fell to the ground.
Tobe's body froze. He looked at the fragments scattered on the ground as if looking at his own pride. It took him a long time to speak: "Did you do it with your bare hands? Did you do it before you were hit by me?"
Afterwards? Or at the moment when he was hit?!"
Wang Xu removed his hand from the wound, and there was no wound there at the moment: "Of course I didn't do it with my bare hands." He left the restaurant with a rather arrogant expression, leaving behind a sentence: "I saw you clearly.
My sword, but it’s a pity that you didn’t see mine.”
Hube sat slumped on the seat next to the bar and watched Wang Xu leave. His voice seemed weaker than when he hadn't eaten. He muttered to himself: "The realm without a sword..."
