"It seems that Mr. Long is not planning to cooperate with us?"
Xin Dongbin pinched the collar of his handmade suit and said with a playful expression.
"Uncle Qiao, see the guests off!"
Long Xiaotian really didn't want to talk nonsense with the two of them anymore, so he made a gesture to Uncle Qiao who was standing behind the sofa with his hands tied.
"yes!"
Uncle Qiao nodded, walked forward, stretched out his hand and said, "Gentlemen, please!"
Xin Dongbin still sat still: "Since I'm here today, I want to get this Deshan wine. If you don't give it to me, don't blame me for being unreasonable."
Long Xiaotian's face darkened: "Oh? This is China, and I believe it. Is it possible that you dare to do something? Uncle Qiao?"
Uncle Qiao slowly raised his head, took a step forward, and reached out to grab Xin Dongbin's shoulder.
Xin Dongbin suddenly smiled cruelly, still staring at Uncle Qiao, without even making a gesture of avoidance.
"Be bold!"
A figure appeared strangely in the living room of the Long family villa, and instantly bumped into Uncle Qiao.
"Um?"
Uncle Qiao quickly stopped his hand and turned around, but his speed was too slow. Before he could turn around, his whole body flew out like a rag bag.
And the figure just now slowly condensed into a human shape!
This man is wearing a large classical robe, thin at the top and wide at the bottom, somewhat similar to ancient court clothes. He wears a large triangular hat on his head, which is also pointed at the top and wide at the bottom.
Wearing a pair of loose robes and trousers, and a pair of black round-topped cloth shoes.
He has a hairy beard on his face, which is not too long, and his whole person has a classical atmosphere.
When the figure of this man condensed, Uncle Qiao covered his heart, fell heavily to the ground, opened his mouth and spurted out two mouthfuls of blood, and held on to his dying body: "Long, Lord Long, hurry up, he is... Zong,
Grandmaster!"
"Grandmaster?"
Long Xiaotian's heart tightened when he heard this title. Even though he had been running rampant in western Hunan for decades, he still couldn't help but feel a little afraid.
Qin Lang is the Grandmaster. Long Xiaotian is well aware of the power of the Grandmaster. Even a sniper rifle cannot kill him. Is this weird-looking guy in front of him also a Grandmaster?
Xin Dongbin stood up at this moment and bowed to the guy who had just appeared: "This is the national master of my Great Kimchi Country, Jinrong Mastiff!"
National Division!
This title sounds like it only existed in ancient times, but in fact it also exists in modern Kimchi Country.
Jin Rong Mastiff, a figure who existed in Kimchi Country in the last century, must be more than 90 years old if not a hundred years old? He is actually still alive? And it seems that he is only fifty or sixty years old, so how does he look like a person?
An elderly person over a hundred years old?
At this moment, in front of this hundred-year-old monster, Long Xiaotian no longer had the demeanor of a big shot, only the loneliness of a loser remained.
"Guoshi Jin, when you enter our country, you have already entered the country as a diplomat. Don't you think it's a bit beyond your authority to appear like this?"
After all, Long Xiaotian had been in a high position for many years. After calming down for a while, he grasped the key to the problem.
"Diplomacy? I, Jin Rong Mastiff, can go anywhere in the world wherever I want, and I don't need to say hello to anyone."
Unlike Xin Dongbin, this national master of Kimchi Country speaks Chinese very fluently and speaks with a clear accent. Without looking at his attire, you wouldn't know that he is a foreigner at all.
"I didn't expect that a piece of Tokuyama brew would actually lead to the dispatch of the imperial master. It seems that I underestimated the power of this Tokuyama brew."
Long Xiaotian laughed to himself.
"I might as well tell you that I am not the only one who entered China this time. The 'Shadow World' in Eastern and Western Europe sent six 'S'-class experts with the same goal of Tokuyama brew, but they encountered
Due to some trouble, he arrived a few days later than me."
"If you hand over the Tokuyama brew to us, we can still keep you safe. Otherwise, when those powerful men from the shadow world arrive, they won't be as easy to talk to as us."
The Jin Rong Mastiff walked to Long Xiaotian naturally, tossed his loose robe, and sat down on the sofa.
At this moment, Long Xiaotian seemed like a guest, while the golden mastiff seemed like a host.
"Haha! You all think that I have the recipe for Tokuyama Brewing. In fact, what I have is just a contract. I am the general agent of Tokuyama Brewing."
Long Xiaotian smiled sadly: "But even if I have this power of agency, I can't give it to you casually. You broke into my home, beat my family, and humiliated my character. How can we, the Chinese, bow our heads?"
Long Xiaoyun looked at his father who was standing there with a defeated face but still tall, walked over and held Long Xiaotian's arm tightly.
Long Xiaotian patted Long Xiaoyun's hand gently: "Don't be afraid. Although Dad can't do anything in this life, he is not a coward. It is absolutely impossible for these pickle gang members to take advantage of me."
"court death!"
The golden mastiff's pupils shrank, and he flicked the finger holding up the tea bowl, and a drop of water flew out of the tea bowl. With lightning speed, it penetrated Long Xiaotian's abdomen, and landed on Long Xiaotian's belly.
, leaving a bloody hole!
Just a drop of tea can cause such damage. How terrifying is this golden mastiff?
'puff……'
Long Xiaotian clutched his stomach and his body swayed.
"dad……"
Long Xiaoyun was startled and hurriedly supported his father. When he looked down, he found that Long Xiaotian's fingers were bleeding from the seams.
"If you don't get treatment in time, your blood will continue to flow out. It only takes three minutes for your blood to dry up and die. I only give you three minutes. If you don't agree, you will die here.
The next one to die is your daughter!"
The golden mastiff stared at Long Xiaoyun's face and said murderously.
"You, bastard!"
Long Xiaotian clutched his stomach, unable to hold on any longer, he sat on the ground.
"Master Long, Master Long!"
Uncle Qiao crawled to Long Xiaotian's side and looked at the wound on Long Xiaotian's abdomen. No matter what he did, he could not stop Long Xiaotian's blood from flowing out.
"Dad, dad..."
Long Xiaoyun looked at Long Xiaotian's pale face anxiously and shouted desperately.
However, all this is in vain. Jin Rong Mastiff is a master, and the power of a master cannot be guessed by ordinary people. He said that Long Xiaotian would not survive three minutes, and Long Xiaotian would not survive three minutes.
The hot blood was flowing, but Long Xiaotian sat on the ground and smiled miserably. The pain in his abdomen made his smile look so bitter and tragic.
"Although I, Long Xiaotian, am not a big shot, I still have my backbone. I can use all kinds of dark means to deal with my opponents, but I cannot give in when facing foreign enemies. Do you want me to be a slave to the subjugation of the country? Be a traitor?
?impossible!"
Long Xiaotian held Long Xiaoyun's hand tightly with one hand: "My daughter can't do it either!"
"dad……"
Long Xiaoyun's tears fell like rain curtains, but there was nothing he could do.
"Dad it's okay!"
Long Xiaotian let go of his hand, because he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out even if he covered it.
"Are you very brave?"
"But what's the use of having a backbone? When you are about to die, you will miss this world. People will only be greedy for life after experiencing the moment of real death. It's the same for everyone."
"You only have two minutes, choose quickly!"
Jin Rong Mastiff looked at the tea swirling in the bowl and said as if recalling something.
"Haha, it seems that Master Jin has experienced this kind of situation, so he said this. Yes, human life is the most precious, but only you Kimchi gang members can have that kind of greed for life and fear of death. In front of life, there are more things
Things need to be protected, such as integrity!”
Long Xiaotian's face began to turn yellow, and the large amount of blood loss made him feel dizzy.
"It's no use being tough, there's only one minute left!"
The golden mastiff seemed too lazy to argue with a dying man, but was counting down the seconds.
"Dad, dad..."
Long Xiaoyun was anxious. How did it feel to watch her father die in front of her? At this moment, Long Xiaoyun was suffering from that kind of suffering. She had the urge to die in Long Xiaotian's place, but she had no choice.
"Ten, nine, eight..."
The golden mastiff looked at his fingers and was counting down to the end.
"three two……"
'Bang...'
When Jin Rong Mastiff counted to the last number, a huge vibration sounded! (To be continued)