Ling Yun was petrified. A mouthful of spit mixed with smoke stuck in his throat. He couldn't even spit it out or swallow it for a long time.
"Haha. I found that both my precious daughters like you very much." Tian Dashui's face suddenly became expressionless.
Ling Yun nodded. "Yes, Mr. Tian, I am dating Ling'er. Xin'er only treats her as a younger sister." He didn't want to hide anything. Paper can't cover up the fire. Sooner or later, there will be a day when we can be honest.
"Haha. You dare to pursue my daughter. Well done." Tian Dashui flicked the ashes of his cigarette and continued to enjoy the smell of tobacco. He knew Ling'er's temper best. He was not an ordinary man. He couldn't control the little girl's personality at all.
Tian Dashui now is completely different from the night before yesterday. It seems that the Tian Dashui sisters have a lot of nice things to say in front of him.
"Let me state it first. I'm not chasing her for your assets." Ling Yun said lightly. As a man, he doesn't want to be looked down upon by others. In fact, he said this somewhat insincerely. After all, the two of them have only had sex twice now. Sub-relationship. The relationship between the couple is not confirmed.
Tian Dashui threw the cigarette butt on the ground. He twisted his leather shoes a few times. Two rays of light shot out of his eyes. He locked Ling Yun's eyes tightly. "You can pursue my daughter. Give me a reason or show your strength to convince me. "
"I will prove it to you." Ling Yun stepped forward without fear.
Four sharp eyes intertwined in the air. This was a potential competition between the two men.
Withdrawing his gaze, Tian Dashui turned his head and sighed. "Sigh. It's not enough to be disobedient. It's really the world of young people now."
Ling Yun said nothing. He turned his head and looked at the big screen. His expression changed instantly.
When the last sharpshooter was torn apart by two island nation ninja assassins, the entire audience was deathly silent. The Shanghai Men's Athletic Team actually lost the game.
Lost.
Although this was an exhibition match, it was at the opening ceremony of the City Contest. This was undoubtedly a slap in the face to the players in the Chinese region.
Bang. A water glass fell to the ground. Shen Lei stood up with a roar. "Asshole. Bastard. Didn't I give them 5 million to make them lose the game? Call that old guy Okamoto over here."
"Mr. Shen, I'm sorry. Mr. Okamoto has returned to China in the morning." A female secretary next to him stepped forward.
"Idiot." Shen Lei, who was originally gentle, cursed loudly. He picked up the phone and called.
Shut down.
Bang. The phone fell hard to the ground. It ended up like a water glass. It was over. Everything was over. This was a huge embarrassment.
Outside, it is broadcast live by all major media across the country. In addition, online TV stations broadcast it all over the world. This is a big challenge. If I had known, I would have found a group of Filipino monkeys and it would have been done for 100,000 yuan. Why are you looking for those Japanese devils?
"The guy next door to Mala is not a macho guy. He's just a bunch of pigs."
"Fuck. You can't even defeat a Japanese. Look at me."
"Who did it? I told him to get out."
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The angry people stood up and yelled. Countless leather shoes and sundries were thrown into the field. Some people even jumped over the guardrail and rushed into the field. They overturned the members of the Shanghai Men's Athletic Team to the ground. Fortunately, the armed security police arrived in time. Otherwise, Something big is really going to happen.
The anger of the Chinese people is like a fire. It is getting stronger and stronger. The situation has reached the brink of collapse.
Who would have thought that such a thing would happen in an opening ceremony. Shen Lei sat on the sofa in frustration. Now he was helpless. This little devil's move was simply too sinister.
Boom. The door was kicked open. Ling Yun rushed in. "Mr. Shen, what happened just now?"
Shen Lei wanted to say it was an accident, but that reason was a bit too far-fetched. "We were tricked. Alas..." A short sigh could not vent the depression in his heart.
"Fuck, is there any room for salvation?" Ling Yun shook Shen Lei's shoulders. As a descendant of China, he really couldn't swallow this breath of birdiness.
Shen Lei looked frustrated and shook his head helplessly.
"Crap. Shen Lei, the guy next door to Mala, stand up for me." Ling Yun's eyes were red with anxiety. He grabbed his collar and lifted him up. "Don't let those little devils leave. I'm going to fight them." One game."
"You are alone." Shen Lei hesitated.
"Just because I am the God of Death." Boom. He punched the table next to him. Sawdust flew and a sandalwood table was smashed to pieces on the spot.
Domineering.
Shen Lei was deeply impressed by this domineering attitude. "Okay. I'll arrange someone right away."
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Bang. All the lights in the Workers' Stadium went out. The irritable people fell silent instantly.
The large central screen lit up again. Shen Lei's voice sounded from the loudspeaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet."
"Quiet you?"
"Can I be quiet?"
"I bought a watch last year."
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There was a chorus of curses.
"Now we have a big news to tell you. The Chinese player Shinigami has issued a challenge to the island nation's Okamoto Dojo team."
Before the voice could finish speaking, Shen Lei's voice was drowned out by countless doubts.
"Fuck, you're lying. Brother Death will be here."
"You want to gain some face after losing, right?"
"Get out of here. Mala next door. Don't insult my idol."
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But the next second, the whole place fell silent. The role of the God of Death in the game had completely appeared on the central electronic screen.
Bang bang bang. All the electronic screens were turned on, showing this god-like man from different angles.
In China, you don't have to play "Fantasy World", but you absolutely can't not know the legend of the God of Death. His image has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. He is the god in the minds of players in China.
Ling Yun raised his hands to the sky. "I, the God of Death, will issue a formal challenge to the Okamoto Dojo team today alone."
Ling Yun's roar spread throughout the stadium through the loudspeaker. His classic move was broadcast live on all the electronic screens. The whole stadium was boiling.
"That's right. It's Brother Death."
"Idol. Definitely Brother Death."
"Oh my God. Brother Death is actually here. This trip was finally not in vain."
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Since this is the LAN of "Fantasy World", the equipment and information are all copied from the game. There will definitely be no cheating. So everyone is even more convinced that the person in the game must be the God of Death.
The camera turned to the captain of Okamoto Dojo, Xiao Inu, Ichiro. "Yaoxi, since you Chinese people are so overestimating your capabilities, then we, the Okamoto Dojo, represent the Yamato nation and accept the challenge. Today, let you Chinese people see what the real game is. .What is real operation?”
Seeing the Japanese's arrogance, the audience became angry.
