Chapter five hundred and eighty first: Trouble on the subway
The other protagonist of this unprecedented battle that is destined to attract worldwide attention, Jiangzhou Martial Master Zhao Fan, is like an ordinary traveler, walking among the crowds on the street with a scent like a little fairy.
"Want to buy flowers?" A girl in kimono came forward and asked, holding a large bouquet of roses.
Zhao Fan smiled and shook his head in refusal, and then asked: "How can I get to Mount Fuji?"
With the addition of the Pearl of All Languages, there is no barrier to language communication.
"Sir, are you going to Mount Fuji?" The girl in kimono looked at him doubtfully. She was clearly speaking in authentic and orthodox Japanese. How could she not know the route? But she was not angry because the other party did not buy flowers, and smiled politely.
, then he raised his finger and pointed to the big white mountain in the distance to the west, "That's it. You can get there by taxi, subway, or bus. I wonder what kind of transportation you need to take?"
"Well... let's take the subway," Zhao Fan said.
The kimono girl introduced the location of the subway station and the corresponding line number, then said goodbye and continued selling flowers.
"Brother Xiaozhu, those flowers are so beautiful, just buy a bunch of them." Xiangxiang pestered him and said.
"All right."
Zhao Fan reached out and grabbed the kimono girl, "Wait a minute, I'll buy ten bunches."
When the other party heard this, he was first surprised and then delighted. He picked ten bouquets of roses, knelt down and packed them on the spot, and handed them to the young man in front of him.
"Ahem..." Zhao Fan remembered that he didn't have Japanese yen, so he said a little embarrassedly: "Can US dollars be used?"
"Dollars?!" The girl in kimono nodded blankly.
Zhao Fan put his hand into his arms, took out a wad of U.S. dollar bills from Jialan Xumiyu, handed it to her and said, "Except for those who bought flowers, the rest are all thanks to those who gave directions."
The girl in the kimono was dumbfounded. She had been exposed to U.S. dollars. When she saw that they were all real coins, she was shocked. But when she came back to her senses, she could no longer see the young man holding the little girl in his arms. She calmed down and jumped.
Heart, sincerely praying in my heart: "May Amaterasu bless that gentleman, and his life will be smooth..."
Then, she stopped selling flowers and ran directly to the hospital where her brother was waiting for surgery.
…
Zhao Fan got on the subway, picked a seat, closed his eyes, and looked as calm as water.
"Brother, little master, someone is following us, and there's more than one." Xiangxiang reminded in a low voice while playing with the flowers.
"I know."
A smile appeared on Zhao Fan's lips, but he didn't take it to heart. He had already sensed it when he got on the plane. After getting off the plane, the number of secret stalkers increased exponentially. They all had extraordinary auras, although the other party
They all tried their best to hide them, but they couldn't escape his perception.
Flies and mosquitoes don't need to be ignored.
What's more, the reason why Zhao Fan chose to enter the country openly for the appointment was to make the whole of Japan, and even the whole world, pay attention to the battle between himself and Miyamoto Mamoru. Otherwise, how would he take a plane? The ability to escape directly from the ground and move with a sword is enough.
I can come to Mount Fuji quietly.
As for the reason, at the most serious level, it is for China; at the most small level, it is for the sake of establishing a good relationship with my relatives and friends who remain outside.
After all, after this battle, Zhao Fan will officially escape into the hidden sect, and basically will not show his face to the outside world again. But before that, he wants to leave an unforgettable and unforgettable message to the extraordinary people in the secular world and even to the people in power in various countries.
A shadow that will never fade away for a hundred or a thousand years!
What Zhao Fan didn't know was that even if he didn't have this idea, his opponent Mamoru Miyamoto also had the same purpose.
This is not only a life and death showdown between two people, but also a battle that makes the country behind them stand on top of the world!
Before I knew it, this subway was two stops away from Mt. Fuji. It had gone from having a lot of empty seats at first to being overcrowded now, and even the station area seemed extremely crowded.
At this time, an old woman on crutches got on the subway. She was leaning on the pillar in front of Zhao Fan, her face was pale, and she was very uncomfortable being squeezed.
Then a woman's clear and beautiful voice sounded next to her, "Can anyone give up your seat to this grandma?"
It's spoken in Chinese.
Zhao Fan opened his eyes and looked at the woman. She was about twenty-five or sixty-six years old. She was wearing jeans and a beige jacket, with her hair disheveled. Her profile looked a bit like Lin Qianqian's, but she was just like her.
The woman noticed that he was looking at her, so she asked tentatively: "Huh? Are you also from China?"
The word "ye" explains her origin.
Zhao Fan nodded slightly.
"Then why don't you give up your seat quickly?" The woman frowned and said, "I was pretending to be asleep even though I wasn't sleeping before. Don't lose your face abroad."
"..."
Zhao Fan shook his head, but did not get up. Instead, he pulled Xiangxiang next to him to the ground and said to the old woman, "Come and sit."
"Thank you, young man." The old lady was very grateful after sitting down.
Xiangxiang lay in front of Zhao Fan's legs and played with the roses indifferently.
However, the woman approached with a dissatisfied look and asked questioningly: "Why do you have no sense of responsibility? The adults won't give up their seats, but they ask the children to give up."
"..."
Zhao Fan was too lazy to pay attention to her and closed his eyes again.
"So angry!"
The woman stamped her feet, lowered her head and asked Xiangxiang, "Who is he to you?"
"My brother." Xiang Xiangyin said sweetly.
"There is such a brother in the world!" As the woman said, she raised her hand and slapped Zhao Fan in the face.
Snap!
Zhao Fan opened his eyes in confusion, "Are you crazy?"
"You are crazy!" The woman pointed at Xiangxiang and said, "Get up and let your sister sit."
"Brother, I'm so tired..."
At this time, Xiangxiang's acting skills were so realistic that she shed tears and said pitifully: "My stomach hurts too."
Zhao Fan finally understood why the peak of the Seven Saint Realms couldn't stand this tower spirit, and the last hit was too harsh. He stood up helplessly, put the incense on it, and then turned his head and said: "Is that enough now? A dog takes a mouse.
have a finger in the pie."
It is really depressing to enter the Holy Land for the first time, but before reaching the destination to show off your skills, you are slapped by a compatriot.
When Zhao Fan was beaten, he really entered a state of sleep. He only let his five senses sense the extraordinary aura nearby. He did not expect that an ordinary person would directly attack him.
"snort."
The woman turned away with a cold voice, not bothering to waste any words with him.
"After beating the person, the beating was in vain?"
Zhao Fan said in a calm voice: "You, slap yourself in the face, I won't care."
"What? You are so funny!"
The woman thought she had heard the funniest joke in the world. However, what she didn't expect was that the next moment, her hands began to lose control. As if being pulled by an invisible force, she raised her hands to face her.
The face, full of strength, was slapped again and again.
On the subway, people from all directions were stunned. This beautiful and elegant woman turned out to be a psychopath. She slapped herself in the face so hard... doesn't it hurt?
"What's going on? Stop, stop!"
The woman watched with frightened eyes as her hands kept hitting her face. It was exactly ten times that she regained control of her hands. Her face was slightly red and swollen. She thought it was a ghost, but she remembered that in fear.
What young people say is nonsense!
"It's you!" The woman pulled Zhao Fan's clothes, "It's you who did it!"
"What and what?" Zhao Fan looked at her innocently, "Originally I thought you knew you were wrong and were feeling guilty to compensate me for hitting yourself. The eyes of the crowd are sharp, and everyone in the car can help me.
Testify and don’t make false accusations.”
"No way, it must be you!" the woman asked angrily: "I know there is a kind of obedient water that can be used on others to manipulate them at will."
"Really? Then you have to be careful." Zhao Fan showed an evil smile.
The woman was so frightened that she let go of her hand and backed away several meters while hugging herself.
We were not far from Mount Fuji. Zhao Fan looked at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window and thought to himself: "Mamoru Miyamoto must have been waiting for a long time. It would be great if the more powerful Japanese Zhao Fan could join forces to lay out a plan to target me.
.”
When we arrived at the next stop, another unexpected episode occurred.
After a handsome young man came up, he was pushing and shoving and looking around, as if he was looking for something. When he arrived at this car, he saw the woman from before, and he was so excited that he pushed away the people blocking the way.
He jumped directly to her side and said, "Jie'er, I finally found you!"
"I don't know you, stay away from me!" The woman backed away in panic.
"Don't know me?"
The handsome young man smiled and said: "We are both engaged, what? Do you want to regret it? I advise you to give up, unless you don't care that your uncle's company has collapsed and your whole family has been reduced to the streets. There are many bad people in the world now. If something unexpected happens,
, it’s also normal…”
"you!"
The woman named Jie'er was shocked and angry, but she didn't notice that she had retreated in front of Zhao Fan. She was concentrating on playing with the fragrance of the roses. I don't know if she stretched her foot intentionally or unintentionally. She lost her balance and subconsciously hugged Zhao Fan with her backhand.
Live with Zhao Fan.
"Let go of my fiancée!" The handsome man pointed angrily at the young man in his eyes.
Zhao Fan was really speechless. He first glared at Xiangxiang, then pushed the woman away in disgust, "It's best not to involve me in your matter, thank you."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jie'er apologized to Zhao Fan repeatedly, then turned to the handsome man and said, "Gao Heng, I'll go back with you and don't affect innocent people."
"Um?"
Zhao Fan was slightly surprised. This unreasonable woman was not without merit, but he had no intention of meddling in other people's affairs.
However, Gao Heng said reluctantly: "I won't let you hug me even if I want to, so why should I take the initiative to hug her?"
Then he passed the woman and rushed to Zhao Fan, but he spoke fluent Japanese, "If you know the truth, take off your outer clothes. My fiancée touched them. I don't allow them to be worn by other men."
On the body."
"What if not?"
Zhao Fan responded in Chinese.
"Oh? He's from China too." Gao Heng said with an angry smile: "You can refuse, but when you get off the subway, you may never see the sun again in your life. I will make your life worse than death."
"casual."
Zhao Fan was not angered by the other party's words, but felt very childish and ridiculous.
"Hey." Jie'er said in a solemn voice: "I'm sorry, it's me who has caused trouble to you. Just listen to him, okay? I don't want to kill you..."
"Who is he? Who are you?"
Zhao Fan asked in a calm voice.
"I...my name is Zhou Jie." The woman glanced at Gao Heng's gloomy face in embarrassment, and continued: "His family has a great background, and ordinary people can't afford to offend him, except for those in China.
It’s such a huge industry that even the Yamaguchi-gumi, the largest underground force here, controls half of the power.”
Gao Heng heard his fiancée introducing his background to the civilian tourist, with an expression like a proud rooster. Just as he was waiting for the other person's reaction of being scared to death, he saw the young man shrugging his shoulders indifferently and saying: "Oh.
,that's all?"
That disdainful tone was as if his family background was as unworthy of mention as the maggots in the toilet!
Gao Heng's chest heaved violently and shouted: "Very good, you successfully angered me. Now even if you kneel down and take off your clothes and touch Jie'er, you can't save your own fate!"
Zhou Jie was so anxious that she almost cried, "I hugged him, why should I hurt an unrelated stranger?"
"stranger?"
Gao Heng said with a fierce look: "The ancients said that the great hidden people are hidden in the world. In a broken subway, there are people who dare not to take my Gao family seriously. Either they have a bigger background than me, or they don't know how big the world is.
If it's the former, I admit defeat, haha... It's a pity that the probability is less than one in ten million. As the future successor of the Gao family, how can I tolerate a piece of trash being so arrogant in front of me?"
At this moment, a pleasant electronic sound echoed in the ears of all passengers: terminal, Mount Fuji has arrived...