The man walked straight towards him, bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Mr. Hong, our president would like to invite you to the Kendo Club." "Your president wants to see me, but I don't have time now."
Hong Huang said impatiently, he and Meng Xiaoan were going home.
"Mr. Hong, please respect our words, we need you to go there." The man named Mitsubishi Shota said.
Meng Xiaoan yawned. Unexpectedly, he met a Japanese, and he seemed to have something to do with Emperor Hong. "Mr. Hong, why don't you go with them." A typical person who ignored the matter and ignored it.
"I don't have time." Hong Huang said, "Mitsubishi, you'd better go back."
"In that case, I won't be polite." Shota Mitsubishi pulled out his sword and held it upright in front of his chest.
Suddenly, Mitsubishi Shota immediately became serious and solemn, and a strong aura emerged spontaneously.
"Damn, it seems that this short mule is quite capable. Hong Huang's pupils shrank slightly and he became fully alert. He walked down and said, "Mr. Meng, please wait a few minutes while I clean up all this garbage."
"Okay, I have more time."
"I'm coming -" Shota Mitsubishi suddenly shouted angrily, his feet taking small hurried steps like the wind.
"Whoosh -" The fierce katana slashed through a brilliant arc of light, making a rapid sound of breaking through the air.
And if you want to defeat Japan's swordsmanship, you can only use "quick to beat quick"!
Hong Huang quickly dodged to avoid the sword, and his right fist whizzed like the wind, hitting Mitsubishi Shota's empty chest directly.
"Wha—" Shota Mitsubishi responded very quickly, dragging his sword in mid-air, turning his chop into a sweep, and directly took Hong Huang's right fist.
"What a fast speed!" Hong Huang was moved and had no choice but to pump his fist and retreat.
Mitsubishi Shota was overjoyed when he saw it. The sword flashed in mid-air, forming a series of shining arcs of light and slashing towards him.
Hong Huang took four steps back in a row between the lightning and flint, and then made a sharp leap, thus avoiding the killing range of the samurai sword!
"The Japanese are really difficult to deal with!" Hong Huang looked at his chest and saw that his suit had been cut with a slight cut, and he couldn't help but have a solemn look on his face.
"Mr. Hong Huang, please fight me with a sword." Shota Mitsubishi's eyes became intense, but in his heart he despised Hong Huang and embroidered his fists.
"I was practicing with you earlier!" Hong Huang smiled vaguely, and made a classic Bruce Lee move, with his thumbs away from his nose, "Come on, I will also show you, China's masters
How awesome. Japan is second in Asia."
"Baga." Mitsubishi Shota shouted angrily, and rushed forward, slashing twice in mid-air, forming a cross-shaped knife network and rushing towards Hong Huang.
"Where are the people?" The Mitsubishi Shotachi was about to hit Hong Huang with great force, but the enemy in front of him suddenly disappeared!
"Here!" Hong Huang suddenly appeared behind the Japs, his left leg roaring through the air, hitting Shota Mitsubishi's back. For a moment, he originally wanted to hit Shota Mitsubishi with his Hong fist, but then he thought about it.
His speed is fast, and he can only defeat him if he is fast, and Mi Zong Bu is his biggest advantage.
"Bang -" Mitsubishi Shota grunted, threw himself forward, and fell heavily to the ground.
This is the Huo family’s Mi Zongbu.” Hong Huang sneered, “Will you learn more?”
Mitsubishi Shota's mouth was bleeding slightly, he suddenly jumped up and shouted angrily: "Kill with one knife!"
Hong Huang was startled, and suddenly felt a bright light in front of his eyes, but it was the moonlight reflected by the devil's sword.
"Damn it, this bastard wants to kill me!" Hong Huang's heart froze. Although he couldn't see anything for a moment, his keen sense captured the strong murderous intent. At the same time, he also scolded himself that his experience against the enemy was really
He's a little too young, how can he stand behind him?
His eyebrows furrowed, and murderous intent appeared.
"Fuck you, mother."
"Bang——" In Mitsubishi Shota's unbelievably frightened eyes, Hong Huang's right leg shot up like lightning and kicked him hard in the chest.
"Pounce--" Shota Mitsubishi flew back, blood flying in the air, and he fell heavily back into the car.
The heavy impact immediately shattered all the glass in the car, leaving a crisp and crashing sound.
"No need." Shota Mitsubishi stopped those subordinates from coming forward.
He stood up unsteadily: "Hong Huang, awesome, we will meet again." He led the people away.
