"Let's go? Mr. Xiong, you look down on our Yamato nation too much, don't you? You have cut off our financial path, let alone that. I know Mr. Xiong's power in the United States, and I don't want to be your enemy, but there is one thing

You have to promise me, I have nothing to say about you cutting off my financial path, but Mr. Xiong, you have gone too far, right? I only want his life today, and I am willing to pay any price for it. I hope Mr. Xiong will

Agree to my request? Please." This Hong Yi stared at Zhao Fanchen with a murderous look on his face, his eyebrows raised up, and he stared at Zhao Fanchen fiercely, his sharp eyes seemed to want to pierce Zhao Fanchen's delicate wife.

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"Must?" The corner of Xiongye's eyes twitched slightly, and then he looked at Hongyi opposite him calmly: "Then what will happen if I agree to your request? Hongyi, are you threatening me? I, Xiongwu, am here

I have been here for so many years and the people who threatened me are all dead. I don’t want you to be next. He is mine. Do you think I will hand him over to you? Don’t mention your damn thing in front of me again.

I don’t want to hear the bullshit Yamato nation. Remember, don’t let me see you again. Go away. I have nothing to say to you. Take good care of the people under you. Don’t let the people under you

My chassis is causing trouble, otherwise I will let them go out lying down??"

This is the first time that Zhao Fanchen Jianxiong has been so angry. The corners of his eyes are beating. It seems that he hates the Japanese more than young people like Zhao Fanchen. This reminds Zhao Fanchen of the older generation of soldiers who hate the Japanese.

The hatred in Xiongye's eyes just now seemed to be resolute and strong. It seemed to be the decisive and tenacious eyes of a soldier, and the fierce murderous aura of a skilled man who was not afraid of anything.

"Mr. Xiong, what I'm talking about is a request. I must kill this man. He must die. We must pay any price for his death. Because your men killed my son, I want his life."

, he must die." Hong Yi's face turned livid, he gritted his teeth fiercely, stared at Zhao Fanchen with anger, his hands clenched tightly, and he wanted to rush forward and fight Zhao Fanchen immediately.

This guy said that Zhao Fanchen killed Hong Yi's son, but Zhao Fanchen couldn't even remember that he had killed a Japanese, but then Zhao Fanchen's mind flashed back to the security chief he killed in Qiao Zhenhai's villa.

The person seems to be really similar to Hong Yi, but that person's age seems to be about the same age as Hong Yi. This seems a bit too outrageous. Besides, the person's name is Hao Dong. Could it be that that guy is Japanese?

"Your son? I said I won't deal with you Japanese, and my subordinates certainly won't either." Mr. Xiong took a puff of his cigar, looked at Zhao Fanchen leisurely and said with a smile: "Xiao Fan,

Have you killed his son?"

"He killed him. This is unmistakable. I have confirmed it repeatedly. It is absolutely unmistakable." Hong Yi stared at Zhao Fanchen with a somewhat malicious look in his eyes and said, "Boy, you are the one who assassinated Qiao Zhenhai, right? Qiao Zhenhai

He just died in your hands, right? But before you killed Qiao Zhenhai, you also killed a man named Hao Dong in the bathroom, right? You cut his neck with a dagger, right? I remember you

Although you were very careful, your face was still captured by the camera. The man named Hao Dong you killed was my son? So I must kill you today, for

My son takes revenge."

"Yes, I killed that Hao Dong. It turned out that he was a Japanese. Now I understand why you wanted my life. I thought he was a person who shouldn't be killed. Now it seems that I was wrong. If I

If I knew he was Japanese, I would have made his death worse. You Japanese are perverts. Your son seems to be a few years younger than you?" Zhao Fanchen took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, feeling deeply

He took a sip and looked at Hong Yi in front of him with provocative eyes.

"Hmph! It's not your turn to care. This is my family matter. Since you admit it, I will kill you." Hong Yi looked at Master Xiong and said, "Mr. Xiong, he has admitted to killing my son.

Please be sure to agree to my request."

"Then how do we know that my people killed your son? Why is your son in Qiao Zhenhai's villa? Why is your son called Hao Dong and not Hongyi bastard? How do you make us believe that Hao?

Dong is your son?" Robin stood a step forward, looked at Hong Yi angrily, gave Zhao Fanchen a thumbs up with a provocative look, raised his chin, and said proudly:

"Even if that piece of shit is your son, so what? Just kill him. Do I need an explanation if I want to kill you Japanese? Do I need a reason? Any bloody Chinese has the right to kill.

That perverted son of yours?”

Hong Yi's eyes were about to burst into flames. His face was red with anger, and he glared at Robin fiercely. Then the man fiercely picked up the glass of red wine on the table and wiped it all away, with a look of hatred.

He gritted his teeth and said: "He is my son, he is my biological son, I will prove it to you??"

It turns out that Hong Yi had an affair with his stepmother when he was a child, so he gave birth to Hao Dong. Within the family, Hao Dong has always been Hong Yi's younger brother. Their family is quite famous in Japan.

, later Hongyi inherited the family business, and finally brought Hao Dong to the United States to work hard. For the sake of territory and business, he sent his son Hongyi Taro to sneak into Qiao Zhenhai's villa under the pseudonym Hao Dong in order to steal some confidential information. Zhao Fanchen used a dagger to

The man who cut his throat is Koichi's son, Koichi Taro, who is reborn as a campus special soldier.

"Oh, that's it. So that Hao Dong turns out to be a scoundrel? He was born from a mother-in-law. Hong Yi, you are worse than a beast. You'd better go back to Japan as soon as possible and don't embarrass yourself here?" Xiong

The group of strong-blooded young men behind me had always disliked the Japanese. They all laughed and made sarcastic remarks with provocative eyes: "If you have the ability, come over and let's have a fight. Who the hell is afraid of you little devils? We

Are you not Chinese, just a bitch?"

"Baga!" The guys behind Hong Yi screamed strangely, and showed the guys in their hands. Their eyes were red with anger, and they wanted to pounce on them.

"Asshole, stand down!" Hong Yi didn't want to openly start a war with Xiong Ye, but he was very calm. The powerful force shown by Xiong Ye in Chinatown in the past few months was obvious to all, and Hong Yi didn't want to

The foundation he had worked hard for in the United States over the years had been destroyed. He knew the result of a head-on war with Mr. Xiong, and he did not want his power in Chinatown to be wiped out overnight.

"Even if my men killed your son, I would not hand him over to you, because I think he did the right thing. If it were me, your son would not leave his body intact." Xiong

I slowly stood up.

"Mr. Xiong??" Hong Yi suddenly scolded, and then laughed arrogantly: "Mr. Xiong, are you Chinese all cowards? My son's revenge must be avenged, and I can't let him

His death is unclear, so I will definitely use the way we Japanese end hatred to fight him fairly. I will bet my life with him, and I will cut his throat open in front of all of you.

Throat, until his blood is drained, we are betting our lives, no one else can interfere, life or death depends on God, Mr. Xiong, I don’t know if you dare to bet?" Then Hongyi smiled ferociously: "Boy, do you dare to bet your life with me?

What? I’ll bet your life. I’m going to kill you in front of so many people, but you must never tell me that you Chinese are all cowards.”

Xiong Ye suddenly turned his head, the corners of his eyes were shaking violently, his eyes were sharp and sharp, like two sharp swords that could instantly pierce Hong Yi's body. This guy was stabbed by Xiong Ye's eyes.

He shrunk and took a step back subconsciously. Master Xiong was really angry this time, and he had really wanted to kill Hong Yi.

Zhao Fanchen also stood up slowly, holding a cigarette in his hand and staring at Hong Yi with cold eyes. His eyes were as cold as ice. The anger in his heart had already surged up. This guy actually

Insulting the Chinese will make any bloody Chinese angry. Then he looked at Hong Yi and sneered: "You can insult me, but if you insult my country and the Chinese, I will kill you without hesitation."

You, okay, I bet your life that not a single Chinese person is a coward."

"Okay, what Brother Xiaofan said is good, do it to these stupid bastards and kill them, they are so arrogant! Let's kill these little devils first," the group of passionate young people behind Mr. Xiong all shouted with indignation.

He was standing there, impassioned and passionate, with a rage burning in his heart. He wished he could rush over and have a fierce fight with the other party.

"Hong Yi?" Mr. Xiong came back and slowly sat down again, staring at Hong Yi's face, and said in a low voice: "Hong Yi, bet your life? None of us Chinese are cowards, but except for you,

If you gamble your life, what else can you give us as compensation? I actually don’t want much. If you lose, your life will be gone. Also, your family,

You must be removed from the United States from the moment you die! From the day you die, your family must withdraw from Chinatown in the United States! From now on, you are not allowed to appear in the United States! You are now taking out your territory, stalls, and venues.

Give it to us!" Mr. Xiong's voice became deeper and deeper, as if it was a wake-up call! His eyes flickered, staring at Hong Yi coldly, paused, and said slowly: "Hong Yi, I don't know this, do you still dare to bet?

?”

Hong Yi didn't expect Mr. Xiong to say this. His forehead was already sweating, and a fierce look flashed across his face. Then he hesitated slightly, and a look of determination flashed on his face: "Okay, I agree, Mr. Xiong.

According to the bet you said, if he dies in my hands, Mr. Xiong will give us back the money that has been cut off from us, and also cede the territory and business of this street, including of course this underground casino, if I am killed by him

Now, our family’s territory, stalls, venues, docks, and business here are all owned by Mr. Xiong. Our family will be removed from the United States from now on. From the moment I die, our family will completely withdraw from the United States and will never do so again.
Chapter completed!