"Qiu Ling, I have already died once. After Korea, I will not make those who care about me worried and sad again."
Chen Xuan said this very seriously.
Then he walked over and shook Tang Qiuling and Qinqin's hands.
"Wait here for me to come back!"
The two beauties nodded in unison.
Coming down to the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, Chen Xuan saw Jiang Tianhua and Long Fei waiting respectfully at the door.
"Master Chen, please let us go with you!"
As soon as they saw Chen Xuan, Jiang Tianhua and Long Fei lowered their heads and begged with utmost sincerity.
The two of them seemed to be afraid that Chen Xuan would not want to take them with him.
Chen Xuan couldn't help but feel it was a bit funny.
"Why, you are a big boss after all, why do you seem to think that going to the Japanese Imperial Palace to steal a marriage is like going to die?"
"Master Chen, we believe in your strength, but we are also determined to die! Please take us there!"
Jiang Tianhua and Long Fei spoke in unison, speaking impassionedly.
Chen Xuan originally didn't plan to take them there, but seeing how loyal the two were, he thought about it and nodded and agreed.
"You take me to the palace gate and meet me outside."
"Yes, Mr. Chen!" Jiang Tianhua and Long Fei looked at each other and were overjoyed.
They knew that with their own skills, if they followed Chen Xuan into the palace, they would become Chen Xuan's burden.
Doing a good job in handling the situation will be a great help to Chen Xuan.
After looking at the wall clock in the lobby, Chen Xuan strode out of the hotel door.
Jiang Tianhua and Long Fei followed closely behind.
Just as he was about to get into the car, Chen Xuan suddenly turned around and asked, "By the way, do you have a suit?"
"Master Chen, why do you want a suit?" Long Fei asked in confusion.
He knew that Chen Xuan always liked to wear casual clothes and did not like to wear suits.
Why is it that when he is about to go to the Japanese Imperial Palace for a life-and-death battle, he suddenly asks about the suit?
Chen Xuan smiled coldly: "To attend the Japanese royal wedding, you must wear formal clothes, lest the little Japanese country say that China is a country of etiquette, but does not have the style of a big country."
"What Mr. Chen said is, if you come, prepare a good suit immediately!"
Jiang Tianhua was so impressed by Chen Xuan's words that he waved his hand and ordered his men to go to a nearby suit store to buy suits.
But at this moment, a luxury supercar drove into the hotel parking lot.
People who know cars will be amazed when they see this supercar.
Because this is a Honda NSX, Japan’s national treasure luxury car. It was produced from 1990 to 2005 and is now discontinued. It is priceless on the market.
A young Japanese man wearing a luxurious white suit got out of the car, followed by two bodyguards.
This young man walks with a wind, and he also walks in a straight line, the kind that doesn't let people in.
Originally, Chen Xuan and Jiang Tianhua Longfei didn't block him, but when this young man walked next to Chen Xuan, he frowned.
"You see me, Mr. Kimura, and you don't move out of the way? Don't you have eyes?" Young Master scolded in Japanese.
Jiang Tianhua and Long Fei's expressions darkened at the same time, and they were about to teach this guy who called himself Mr. Kimura a lesson.
However, Chen Xuan waved his hand, signaling them not to rush into action yet.
"Hey, you dare to look down on me, don't you? Do you know who my father is? The current cabinet minister of Japan is my father! Even if the eldest son of the emperor, Tomomiya Jin, sees me, he will greet me politely, and
I don’t even bother to attend Tomomiya Jin’s wedding!” Kimura showed off with a straight face.
Chen Xuan smiled and said in a pleasant tone: "Your white suit is nice, how much does it cost?"
"My suit was customized by the top designer and is worth several hundred million yen. How dare you ask the price? Can you afford it?" Kimura said, tightening the collar of his suit with both hands, his face full of pride and arrogance.
color.
There is still a faint fragrance on the suit. It is obvious that Kimura just got it from the custom shop and can't wait to wear it to show off.
"Very good, I want this one." Chen Xuan nodded with satisfaction.
"What do you mean?" Before Kimura could react, Long Fei and Jiang Tianhua's men immediately caught him.
The two bodyguards behind Kimura wanted to take action, but Long Fei kicked one away.
"I am the son of a Japanese cabinet minister, how dare you steal my suit! You hateful Chinese people, Bagaya Road!"
Kimura was so angry that he yelled, but his clothes were quickly stripped off, leaving only a pair of underwear.
After the men of the two bosses let go of their hands, the top second-generation Japanese man stood shivering under the scorching midsummer sun.
"You, who are you, how dare you be so bold!"
"Me?" Chen Xuan looked into Kimura's eyes with a faint smile, "I am the Evil Emperor Chen Xuan."
"What?" When Kimura heard this, the smell of urine instantly emitted from his crotch.
Before Chen Xuan's identity could be confirmed, he was frightened to death.
After all, the name of the Evil Emperor is indeed powerful in East Asia.
"Mr. Chen, this guy's suit should be freshly made and very clean." Jiang Tianhua and Long Fei also checked to see if there was anything wrong with the suit.
Chen Xuan put on his suit casually, and it fit him perfectly.
Kimura was so moved that he was about to cry. He was planning to use this suit to pick up girls tonight, but as soon as he put it on, he was snatched away by Chen Xuan.
"Evil Emperor, you are the number one master in China and you want to snatch even a suit. Are you embarrassed?" Kimura summoned up the courage to ask.
Chen Xuan's eyes suddenly turned cold: "How much did you Japanese steal from us back then? Has the debt been paid off now?"
Kimura was immediately speechless.
Chen Xuan stopped looking at Kimura, lowered his head and got into the black car.
"Throw him into the trash can!" Jiang Tianhua ordered, and several boys grabbed Kimura's limbs and stuffed him into the trash can next to him.
"ah!"
Kimura screamed halfway before his mouth was blocked by the waste in the trash can.
After Chen Xuan left in the car, two of Kimura's men pulled him out of the trash can.
"Evil Emperor, you are dead!" Kimura asked his men to drive him to the wedding venue, while calling to inform Tomomiya Jin.
When Zhi Gongren received the call, he still didn't believe that the evil emperor dared to come to steal the marriage.
He knew that Kimura, a playboy, often offended people and might have been taught a lesson when he encountered tough ideas. However, the other party was afraid that Kimura was the son of a cabinet minister and did not dare to tell his real name, so he lied and claimed that he was the Evil Emperor.
This possibility is very high.
So, the wedding was held normally.
The Japanese Imperial Palace was crowded with guests. Because there were too many people coming to attend the wedding, many guests stood in front of the most famous palace, the Imperial Palace East Garden, looking at the bride and groom on the steps in front, ready to congratulate the two newlyweds on their marriage.
Among the tens of thousands of guests, there were also many Japanese masters.
These experts still hope that the Evil Emperor will appear, otherwise this wedding will be too boring.
At this moment, a slight commotion suddenly came from behind.
"What's going on?" Tomomiya Jin on the steps also discovered this.
The etiquette staff on the side had already received the news, and nervously walked to Chinomiya Jin and said in his ear: "Someone broke into the palace!"
"who?"
"A young man in a white suit, I don't know who he is at the moment."
Chinomiya Jin wanted to ask again, but as far as his sight could see, a man in white walked slowly towards this side.
The guards on both sides didn't know why, but no one dared to stop him.
