Zhao Linlin's attitude of talking was as if the identity of a big internet celebrity really made her a person in the upper class.
The most important thing is that she is really afraid.
Although Bian Bush's extraordinary skills, he has so many opponents, and they are all masters.
Zhao Linlin thought about spending tens of thousands of dollars to settle the matter, maybe it would be better.
"Zhao Linlin? A big internet celebrity?"
Taro Nakano looked disdainful.
"A person who is squirting about his head and stunning online is also qualified to take face from me?"
"Besides, there is no face in this matter, only right or wrong."
"If a person does something wrong, he must admit it!"
"If you hit me, you will have to pay the price."
"Now, while I'm in a good mood, I kneel down and apologize directly. Maybe I can't consider taking the heavy lifting."
"Kneel down and apologize?" At this time, Bian Bufu suddenly stood up straight, looked up and looked at Taro Nakano, "Shin-dang's first sword in the Gymnasium, right?"
"I tell you, no matter whether this matter is right or wrong, I will live up to my will!"
"And all your waste compatriots were crippled by me!"
"Tonight, not only will we not apologize, but your brother will also kneel down and admit his mistake."
"If you are not convinced, just let your people fight with me."
"I want to see if you, the new Liu Demon City, are powerful, or are you, the Great Xia Sanda King!"
After the words finished, Bian Bush slowly turned his body, and a "papapapa" sound came from his neck.
"Since I won the title of Sanda King of Daxia, I haven't really started a long time..."
"If you want to force me to use my real skills, then I suggest you prepare the coffin first..."
Bian Bush still has strong confidence at this moment, and has a strong murderous intent on his body.
Taro Nakano looked over with his eyes narrowed.
He has a great status in Xindangliu, and even participated in the Eurasian War that year, and survived from the sea of corpses and blood.
So normally, things like murderous intent and momentum are useless to him.
At this moment, he stretched out his right hand and immediately saw someone giving him an exquisite island nation long sword.
At the rear, Jiro Nakano, who was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, roared: "Brother, I cut this Daxia pig with one knife, let him know that our islanders are the most noble race in the world."
Taro Nakano nodded lightly, then squinted his eyes and said, "King of Daxia Sanda? I like this name."
"To be honest, except for the legendary chief instructor of Daxia, I don't take everyone else seriously, I..."
Taro Nakano said halfway, but suddenly he was slightly stunned, looking at the direction of the booth with disbelief.
He saw Ye Hao, who was standing in the field with Feng Qingyundan.
All in all...
Head coach!?
In the Eurasian battlefield, although he only glanced at the figure from a distance, he was so scared that he couldn't sleep for three years.
Therefore, that figure had long been deeply imprinted in his mind.
At the moment when he saw Ye Hao, he was left behind all the pride, conceit, and the greatest race.
Whether it is right or wrong, the words said simply in front of the head coach may be enough to make the head coach feel dissatisfied with him.
If the head coach wants to take action...
Jiro Nakano did not notice the change of things, but said fiercely: "Brother, kill this Daxia pig first, and then we..."
"Bang!"
Before he finished speaking, Taro Nakano turned around suddenly and slapped Jiro Nakano to the ground.