The crippled Japanese invaders were wailing on the ground.

Zhang Yong walked over holding the triangular thorn.

laugh!

One knife at a time.

Quietly.

Fatal on the spot.

Look back at those French soldiers.

No response?

Then...

"Chi chi chi..."

"Chi chi chi..."

One knife at a time and six stabbings in a row.

No one would be left alive anyway.

He wanted to publicly execute him in the concession. He wanted to kill the Japanese invaders on the spot!

I abide by the rules set by you French people.

If you continue to be biased...

I don't mind killing a few of you secretly. Anyway, in three years, you will all be nothing.

Suddenly I felt a headache.

Almost fainted on the spot.

Tiredness is rising.

So sleepy.

So tired.

It's been spinning lately.

From Peking to Jinling, and from Jinling to Shanghai.

Serious lack of rest.

It's killing and killing every day. Everyone seems to be going crazy.

Calm down.

Shake your head vigorously.

I can't sleep yet. I still have work to do.

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

Two more were stabbed to death.

Arriving in front of Shimazu.

Squat down.

Staring at each other stiffly.

I feel like my eyes must be filled with bloodshot eyes.

"The Empire of Japan..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

His throat was pierced and he died on the spot.

Call!

I'll let you scream!

I'll send you to Amaterasu to call him!

Turn around.

Arrive in front of Honganji Temple.

This Japanese invader seemed very tough, holding his head high and stretching his neck.

"laugh!"

Fully satisfy the other person's wishes.

Everyone around saw it. I, Zhang Yong, killed the person.

Come to me all!

Come all together!

"laugh!"

Turn back and kill the last Japanese invader.

Then he squinted at the French soldiers not far away and found that they didn't make any movement.

Okay, I guess you guys are sensible and don't continue to be biased.

The Japanese are seeking death themselves.

Clap your hands.

Wipe the three-pointed thorns cleanly on the Japanese invaders.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a reporter taking photos nearby. He didn't hide himself. He stood up straight.

That's right, it's me! I'm Zhang Yong!

Let me be on the front page!

Let the whole world know me!

Japanese nemesis...

Kill without blinking an eye...

Suddenly I want to dance.

Put away the three-sided thorn and take out an axe.

An impromptu episode of Ax Gang?

Brother Chen's acting skills are not as good as mine.

Headache……

So sleepy...

So tired...

Suddenly, a beautiful reporter walked towards him.

Zhang Yong tilted his head.

Hmm? Recently, I have a strong aura as the protagonist!

Is it belated compensation?

Not to mention harvesting a large group of Shaolin monks, but now there are also beautiful reporters throwing themselves into their arms?

Good, good, good! Warmly welcome and look forward to in-depth exchanges...

"Are you Commissioner Zhang?"

"Yes. You are..."

"I am a reporter from Milan, Italy. My name is Mariana..."

"Are you from Milan?"

"Yes."

"Do you like Inter Milan or AC Milan?"

"What?"

"I don't like Inter Milan."

"What?"

Mariana said she didn't understand.

Zhang Yong then shook his head.

I was born in Milan, but I don’t understand football. It’s too bad.
To be continued...