He Zhenzhong strode into the hotel lobby and immediately saw the three guys waiting there.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they see each other.
The people around clearly felt that there seemed to be electric lights flickering between the four people. A strong smell of gunpowder filled the air, and a depressing and strange aura emitted, which actually made the originally noisy banquet hall instantly quiet.
Come down.
Especially on He Zhenzhong, a powerful bloody aura suddenly erupted. This was the murderous aura he condensed from the rain of bullets and the sea of blood, which was formed from the resentful souls of countless people who died in his hands.
In just an instant, the expressions of the three guys changed, and they couldn't help but feel suffocated. A bone-chilling chill suddenly arose in their hearts, and it quickly spread to their whole bodies, making them feel like they were falling into an ice cellar.
It seems that death will fall on them in the next second.
Deng Deng Deng.
The three guys' faces turned pale, and they all took a few steps back. Their bodies were shaking, and a thin layer of cold sweat had already appeared on their foreheads. There was an uncontrollable look of frustration in their eyes. They were so frightened by this damn guy that they backed away.
Already?
The people around were a little surprised. They didn't understand what happened to those three guys. They suddenly retreated. He Zhenzhong did not have any murderous intentions towards these people. Naturally, they did not feel the terrifying feeling of impending death.
"You three, you are too polite to give way so proactively." He Zhenzhong smiled slightly and walked forward.
Kaka.
Those three guys clenched their teeth, and their faces were so gloomy that they were almost dripping with water. But in front of so many celebrities and officials from various countries, they had already been embarrassed once, so what else could they do?
Passing by the three guys, He Zhenzhong stopped immediately, looked at the three of them, smiled, and said, "I wonder if you have heard of Hua Xia's saying? What's wrong is to stay out of the way."
"A good dog doesn't block the road." The little devil subconsciously answered. He is an expert on China, so he is very familiar with these things.
However, as soon as the words came out, he felt two murderous eyes falling on him. Then, he seemed to react, and his face immediately twisted into a ball. This damn guy actually called them dogs?
Damn it.
"That's not what I said, you said it yourself." He Zhenzhong shrugged and smiled slightly, "However, it is a very appropriate description. It seems that you admire China very much and have studied our culture well, otherwise
, you give up your Japanese nationality and join me in China, and I will be your guarantor."
Click.
The guy's fists were clenched all of a sudden, his face was filled with aggrievedness, and he was bullying others too much. He first bullied them because they had never been a soldier or killed anyone before, and frightened them back with murderous intent. Then he set a trap for him and made him
He called himself a dog, and more importantly, why were so many people watching? He had long seen the ridicule and smiles on the faces of those around him. Obviously, his face had been lost in just one minute.
Empty.
All calmness and reason were completely thrown out of the window at this moment. He just wanted to teach that damn Chinese a lesson.
"ah."
Deng Deng Deng.
He clenched his fists and took two steps forward. The guy suddenly stopped. Looking at He Zhenzhong's half-smiling face, he felt as if a basin of cold water had poured down from his head. He couldn't help but shudder.
It suddenly occurred to me that this situation was not right, and more importantly, that Chinese was the God of Death. He had just tortured the fifth-ranked super killer in the world into a dog. If he rushed forward like this, he would probably kill him with his fingers.
I can burn him to ashes.
Pedal.
The little devil immediately stopped, but due to inertia, his body couldn't help but rush forward.
Tragedy happened.
Boom.
The guy fell down all of a sudden and lay down at He Zhenzhong's feet.
Suddenly, the whole place was in an uproar. Everyone looked at the guy in disbelief and whispered.
The representatives of the United States and Russia looked sad and quickly took a few steps back, as if I had nothing to do with that guy. It's so embarrassing. They are so out of control. How do they look like a diplomat?
And the little devils who followed also had extremely sad and aggrieved expressions on their faces. They didn't expect that their superiors would do such a shameful thing, which almost brought the Empire of Japan into disgrace.
"...What are you doing?" He Zhenzhong lowered his head, looked at the guy, and said with a smile: "Are you trying to salute me and bow down to me? That's simply too polite."
"You...I..." The little devil's face had turned the color of pig liver, and then he opened his mouth, and with a pop, a large mouthful of blood spurted out. He was so frustrated that he rolled his eyes and suddenly
He was so angry that he fainted. He knew clearly that he was finished. He was played like a monkey by this damn Chinese. Once the news got out, the people of the Japanese Empire would definitely not forgive him.
fainted?
Everyone around them stared with their eyes wide open and their faces full of astonishment.
hiss.
Looking at He Zhenzhong, many of them couldn't help but gasp.
How could the mind of this Chinese soldier be so sharp? Is he still a reckless soldier who has always been looked down upon by the upper class? A calm, well-connected diplomat (like Li Nuo) was teased to death, and then was
I'm dizzy, it's simply an eye-opener.
Suddenly, many people did not dare to despise He Zhenzhong. Although he was young and a soldier, his mentality was definitely on the level of those top politicians in this city, and the Japanese had already paid a heavy price for his contempt.
Everyone looked pitifully at the little devil lying on the ground. This guy seemed to be doomed.
Deng Deng Deng.
Footsteps sounded.
The senior officials of the Swiss government who hosted this banquet came over. They all looked anxious and even helpless. Although they knew that today's banquet would not be very quiet, they never expected that it hadn't even started yet.
Something happened. A senior official from Japan's Ministry of Foreign Affairs was so angry that he fainted...