Yamadaya Restaurant is one of the Tokyo Sakura club properties. Generally, club meetings and entertainment are held in this restaurant. It has the best food, the best sake, the best women and casinos.
You can't see anything from the outside, but you can only see it when you walk inside the restaurant.
There are two floors, each floor is a private room with a strong Japanese style. Women in kimonos are walking back and forth one after another, some are accompanying wine, some are accompanying singers, and some are having sex.
All in all, this is an underworld industry, where pornography, gambling and drugs are concentrated, and it is a good place for many people to relax and unwind.
In a small box, a Japanese woman in kimono knelt down next to Yan Fenghuo, serving him. She had a gentle face, a sweet smile, and was full of professional ethics. Not to mention how it is in Japan, at least domestically it is unparalleled.
Comparable.
She will pour wine for you, pick up food for you, and take care of you with utmost care, so that your dignity as a man can be completely satisfied here, and let you know that women are meant to serve men.
Yan Fenghuo knelt down in front of the table, took a sip of sake from the wine glass, and then spit it out.
"Pfft!" Drinks were sprayed on the table, and Yan Fenghuo looked angry.
Seeing Yan Fenghuo's anger, the Japanese woman didn't know what she had done wrong, her face became frightened, and she nodded in apology.
Here, women have no say. If the guests are dissatisfied, they can only apologize.
"Bagya Road!" Yan Fenghuo glared and cursed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The Japanese woman kept saying, "Sir, please tell me what you think Jingzi did wrong, and Jingzi will definitely correct it. Please! Please!"
"Nani?" Yan Fenghuo stared, slammed the table and said, "Bagh Ya Road!"
"Sir, please bear with me, please bear with me." The Japanese woman said with a frightened look on her face: "Please don't drive me away, otherwise...please!"
The Japanese woman knelt in front of Yan Fenghuo, bowed her head, and begged Yan Fenghuo.
"Hmm..." Yan Fenghuo hummed heavily, slapped the table again and shouted: "Bagh Yalu!"
"Hey!"
"Bagya Road!"
"Hey!"
"..."
Yan Fenghuo lost his temper. He was here to make trouble, but after shouting for a long time on Bageya Road, he didn't find the result he wanted. If he had shouted a few bastard words in China, the matter would definitely have come out.
"Hehehehe..." Yan Fenghuo sneered, reached out and grabbed the Japanese woman's clothes, and tore them to both sides.
With a "chi" sound, the woman's clothes were torn open, revealing her smooth white shoulders and white breasts.
"Hey!"
"Eight squares!"
Yan Fenghuo licked his lips, pointed at the woman's lower body, and threw the sake bottle to her, with a perverted light in his eyes.
"Sir, no, no..."
"Bang!"
There was another slapping sound on the table, and Yan Feng said angrily: "Nani? Bagh Yalu!"
"Please, I really can't, I really can't..."
"Whoa!"
He pulled out a sharp watermelon knife and slashed it hard on the table. Yan Fenghuo smiled at him with an extremely vulgar smile.
"Sorry, sorry, really sorry."
When the Japanese woman saw the watermelon knife, she immediately put on her clothes, stepped back and walked out with an apologetic look on her face. Before going out, she nodded apologetically at Yan Fenghuo.
He has always seen the unparalleled gentleness of Japanese women from movies. After actually seeing the gentleness of Japanese women, Yan Fenghuo couldn't help but sigh at the happiness of Japanese men. As long as he is a man, he hopes that his woman will be completely obedient to him.
I slapped him, and the response I got was: Hi!
This is something that Chinese women cannot have, and it can only be reflected in the country of Japan. To marry a wife, you must marry a Japanese wife, which is a man’s dream.
"Bagh Ya Road!!!" Yan Fenghuo shook the wine bottle, making a great noise.
He came here to cause trouble, and after being on the road for a long time, Bagya didn't make trouble yet, which made him a little disappointed.
With a "wow" sound, the door was opened, and a young man in a suit and leather shoes walked in, smiled at Yan Fenghuo, and bowed to apologize.
"Sir, I'm sorry that I have made you feel wronged. I'm sorry. If you have any dissatisfaction, just say it. The customer's dissatisfaction is the negligence of our store. Please give me some advice, sir." The young man looked sincere. After finishing speaking,
He nodded again.
There is no doubt that this young man's attitude is very sincere, and everyone in Japan will have this sincere attitude. This is their habit, showing the most polite side, creating a Japan that knows the most etiquette.
.
The Japanese permeate etiquette into every corner, no matter men or women. They are extremely polite and their quality is incomparable. Unfortunately, there is a saying in China, the brighter the smile, the more thoughtful the heart.
Just like making friends, you can't get along with someone who always puts a smile on his face. On the contrary, you can get along with someone who is silent and has an outstanding personality.
If you think that Japanese people are of very high quality, it only means that you have been deceived by this illusion. Does quality have anything to do with superficial etiquette and politeness? No, it has nothing to do with it at all.
After meeting Japanese men, many Chinese women were confused by their sincere appearance and thought that the quality of Chinese men was nothing compared to theirs. It was only after they got married and were often beaten that they understood what quality is.
The most basic point is that when a Chinese man hits his wife, he is beating his wife. He will never cry and kneel in front of you and beg for your forgiveness after the beating. But Japanese men will cry, kneel and beg for forgiveness after the beating, and then do it again.
Beat, cry, and beg for forgiveness.
Surface etiquette is just a habit, just a habit. Under the habit, women are just accessories and will never get real respect.
Yan Fenghuo squinted at the young Japanese man and clearly caught a trace of a tattoo on the collar of his shirt. He stretched out his right hand and ordered some sake on the table.
The sake was next to the watermelon knife, and he asked this guy to pour it for him.
"Hey!"
The Japanese man nodded vigorously, knelt down at the table with a smile on his face, reached for the wine bottle and glass, and poured wine for Yan Fenghuo.
After taking a sip of sake, Yan Fenghuo opened his mouth and spit it out.
"puff!"
All the sake was sprayed on the Japanese man's face.
This is absolutely looking for trouble, and there is no reason to look for trouble.
"Bagaya Road!!!" The Japanese who had his face sprayed with sake yelled angrily, slammed the table and shouted: "I guess you don't know where this place is, and you came here to look for trouble."
A cold light flashed, and the second watermelon knife was pulled out from Yan Fenghuo's left hand, and like lightning, it slashed at the young man's right hand that was slapped on the table.
"laugh!"
A slight sound came out, and a palm fell off after the sword flash.
"Hiss..."
Blood spurted out, and the Japanese stared at his bare right arm, stood up and took two steps back, with a look of surprise and confusion on his face.
"Ah!!!... My hand! My hand! Ah!!!..."
A painful cry came from the Japanese's throat. He clutched his bare right arm in agony, and his body kept shaking in pain.
The spray of blood was scattered on the table, floor, and walls, which was shocking.
"Yo Xi." Yan Fenghuo smiled, picked up two watermelon knives, stood up, and smiled at the Japanese: "This is the feeling I want, yes, this is the feeling, haha."
As he spoke, Yan Fenghuo deeply smelled the strong smell of blood, swallowed hard, and his whole body trembled due to the stimulation of fresh blood molecules.
This is the blood of Japanese devils, so damn good!
"Come here! Come here! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!!!" The Japanese roared and stumbled out of the room.
The sound of movement was heard, and a dozen young Japanese men in suits rushed over, holding samurai swords in their hands.
Yan Fenghuo gently turned the watermelon knife, whistled and said with a smile: "Are there only so many people in the Sakura Club? I'm so disappointed. By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Zhong, and my first name is Chinese. My full name is
Tell the Chinese people to come today...to kill the Japanese and enhance the prestige of the country."
"Chinese! Bagya Road!"
"Go! Kill the Chinese people!"
“Bagaya Road!!!”
"..."
There was a loud roar, and a dozen Japanese armed with samurai swords rushed toward Yan Fenghuo, slashing with their swords.
"Well done, hahahaha..." Yan Fenghuo held two watermelon knives and laughed wildly: "Tokyo is hot, I will make Tokyo hot today! Hahahaha..."
"Keng!"
A samurai sword slashed hard, but Yan Fenghuo blocked it with a watermelon knife.
The two knives collided, creating violent sparks. At the moment when the sparks rose, the watermelon knife scraped forward against the blade of the samurai sword, sliding all the way to the handle, and then poured in with a powerful force.
, the blade of the knife flipped away from the handle, and was lifted up from under his ribs.
"laugh!"
"ah!……"
An arm flew in the air, and the watermelon knife cut off the opponent's right arm at shoulder level.
The blood from his shoulder spurted outwards and splashed onto Yan Fenghuo's face, burning him to an unprecedented degree of fanaticism.
Japanese devils, it is the Japanese devils who are being killed. This is the deepest wish of every Chinese. Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill the little devils, kill the Japanese devils!
Yan Fenghuo's body rotated violently, using the power of his waist to complete a turn. Then, driven by the power of the waist rotation, the watermelon knife in his right hand came from above and slashed at the other Japanese.
"laugh!"
The blade penetrated into the bone, and a Japanese face was split open, and a red line appeared.
At the same time, Yan Fenghuo's body twisted and spun again under the inertia of the watermelon knife's gravity chop, and he used the watermelon knife in his left hand to chop at another Japanese's body.
"laugh!"
The blade struck at the opponent's neck at a forty-five-degree angle, cutting off the arteries and blood vessels and drawing out a pool of blood.
When the knife ended under the action of inertia, his body twisted and spun again, and he slashed at the next target with the watermelon knife in his right hand.
The screams reached the sky and blood spurted wildly. Yan Fenghuo was like a top, swinging two watermelon knives to slash alternately. Driven by the power of twisting and turning, he fully displayed the sharpest slashing attack of the watermelon knife.
Attacks followed one after another, and Yan Fenghuo's body was covered with the blood of the Japanese. His watermelon knife always had only one attack action: chopping!
This is the most basic attack of the Watermelon Knife. This is the Watermelon Knife attack method that he figured out when he was a ruffian.
Every attack relies on the power of twisting and turning, and every attack is carried out under the most basic inertia of mechanics. After fully complying with this attack principle, the most basic chopping becomes invincible and indestructible.
Strength and speed, with the twisting of the waist and the power of the earth with both feet, all reach their limits.
"Keng!"
The blocked samurai sword was cut in half by the irresistible watermelon sword from above, and the blade hit the Japanese's head hard.
Blood rose into the sky. Yan Fenghuo turned the blade cruelly, cracked half of the opponent's head open, and took back the watermelon knife.
The house was full of broken limbs, and there was blood all over the feet. The blood gathered into a ball and flowed from high places to low places, turning into a river of blood.
Homicide is illegal, and any act of ending another person's life must be strongly condemned and protested.
Yan Fenghuo understands this truth, but he does not feel this way, because there is no need to feel any psychological burden in killing the little devil, even the most soft-hearted Chinese.
Just think about the Yasukuni Shrine that Japan pays homage to with great fanfare, and that all the people worshiped at the Yasukuni Shrine are the executioners who massacred Chinese people; think about the Nanjing Massacre, the comfort women incident, and the Diaoyu Islands incident...
Thinking of this, even the soft-hearted Chinese will become extremely hard-hearted. The Japanese are not human beings, at least not as individuals in front of the Chinese, at most they are just animals.
When Yan Fenghuo walked out of the house covered in blood, he grabbed the hair of the Japanese woman outside the door and stabbed her in the chest with a knife.
Pulling out the watermelon knife full of blood, Yan Fenghuo opened his blood-red eyes and roared violently: "I am a Chinese, a Japanese, a pig! A Japanese, the sick man of East Asia!!!"
Stimulated by the blood, Yan Fenghuo instantly became a cold-blooded killer who could slaughter women and children on the battlefield. In his mind, the Japanese were the enemy, regardless of Japanese men, women or children, they were all enemies!