Wang Bo originally planned to retrieve the car parked in front of the restaurant by himself, but Li Bin disagreed and insisted on following. He said he wanted to protect Wang Bo. Wang Bo didn't take it seriously after thinking about it. Let's go together.
Now that I already have a car, I will ask Li Bin to drive the car back tomorrow... Originally, what's the big deal if both parties get injured after a small fight? And it's not worth it for a woman like that!!
But the other party didn't think so... because the other party was a narrow-minded little Japanese.
There were a lot of mosquitoes and bed bugs surrounding the bright street lights... clanking against the lampshades.
Under the streetlight in the parking lot in the backyard of the cooking station, there is a Japanese-style small table next to the Maserati. The hot pot on the table is rolling with big oily flowers, and the spicy aroma is spreading everywhere.
Sitting on his knees in front of the table was a fat man with a face full of "pimples" and a shiny pigtail on the back of his head... He took everything out of the hot pot and put it in his mouth... It was full of greasiness.
Her lips moved in an exaggerated way, which made people feel sick just looking at them.
What's even more disgusting is that he is completely naked, with only a Japanese-style handkerchief wrapped around his trousers under his bloated belly.
The Tibetan Mastiff that bit Li Bin was tied under a tree not far away and barking.
"Holy shit... what the hell is a pig standing up?" Li Bin cursed, "Why is he blocking in front of our car! What is he going to do?"
"Don't talk nonsense. He might be a Japanese sumo wrestler. In addition to high-intensity training, they also eat a lot of high-heat and high-fat foods... But they are similar to pigs. They all eat the same water (restaurants)
(leftovers) grew up..."
"Ah? Sumo? Why do we still have sumo in our country..."
"Sumo is what our ancestors left after playing. It existed as early as the Qin Dynasty. The name "Jiao Du" was only passed down during the Tang Dynasty... But I think he seems to be waiting.
You go get the car...haha...Brother Bin...you have something to do this time, go...I'll wait for you in the car!" Wang Bo said with a bad smile.
"Ah?...His big ass can kill me right away..." Li Bin looked like he was crying.
"Aren't you awesome? You're not even afraid of Tibetan mastiffs... Go, I will absolutely support you mentally..."
"Well... well, Brother Bo, I'll lure him away and you can drive!" Li Bin spoke with a vibrato, "Oh... Fan Taisui is too old this year. If he had known better, he would have bought more insurance..."
"You can treat a Tibetan Mastiff as a chow, but you can't treat him as a sow... Come on, I'll help you pin a martyr on the tombstone later!" Wang Bo smiled and pushed open the car door and walked out, laughing: "Haha
..Brother Bin, I’m afraid of your Yanyan..I can’t bear to come back to settle accounts with me. I’d rather tease this fat pig!”
"Brother Bo...you have worked hard...you are a role model for our generation to learn from!" Li Bin said righteously.
"Stop talking nonsense, please drive farther away and wait for me. I can run away by myself. Call me later!" Of course Wang Bo had to get rid of Li Bin before he could take action.
"That brother is still a human being!!"
"Stop talking nonsense, you are the one who caused this, why don't you solve it yourself...after all, the person who was beaten and the dog know you!!"
After coercion and inducement, Li Bin finally agreed to withdraw first...and then contact him on the phone!
Wang Bo walked towards the fat man with a smile and said politely in Japanese, "Hello, are you a sumo wrestler?"
Oka Ino Kumamoto put down his chopsticks and stared at Wang Bo fiercely. He spoke in a very serious tone and said, "I am Oka Ino Kumamoto. Are you Japanese? Or the Chinese who just beat my brother?"
"Hit your brother? How could that happen? You see, I am so gentle, tall and handsome, how can I look like a murderer..."
"You are not Japanese!!" Kumamoto Okazhu said furiously, "If you are not Japanese, get out... Yaka... How can a stupid Chinese | 1 country | pig come in here!"
"Ha..." Wang Bo's eyes began to slowly turn cold, "Things that are worse than pigs and dogs are here to be embarrassed!"
"Eighth..."
"Eight your grandma's legs..."
"Eight..." Kumamoto Okazhu's eyes were red, he kicked his legs and waved his thick arms, and rushed towards Wang Bo with amazing momentum.
Wang Bo sneered and waited for his figure to come closer to him. Then he suddenly turned sideways, passed his arms, kicked out his knees, and hit his legs. At the same time, he hooked his lower hands with his left leg.
Push hard on his waist!
"Ah..." Kumamoto Okazhu's fat body was skillfully pushed by Wang Bo and jumped straight away. He fell heavily to the ground with a "pop"... The pain made him scream like a slaughtering pig...
Wang Bo walked around the small table with hot pot in front of him and was about to jump into the Maserati sports car. He heard the Kumamoto Okazhu behind him yelling "Ahhh" and getting up from the ground. He yelled and cursed at Wang Bo again.
Come here. The face and body are covered with scratches and blood stains. The expression is ferocious!
"Hmph..." Wang Bo didn't hide. When Kumamoto Okazhu rushed forward, he lightly stepped on the hot pot table with his left foot to use his strength to jump up. At the same time, he raised his right foot high, and then... "Ugh!"
With a sound, his right leg fell like a guillotine with the sound of wind in it. The heel of his right foot struck Kumamoto Oka Ino's shoulder heavily.
"Boom!..Crash..."
The ferocious facial features of Kumamoto Gangzhu were suddenly distorted... and his fat body hit the hot pot table heavily!
The tabletop was crushed, and hot oil and water splashed everywhere along with the dishes on the table.
"Ah..." Kumamoto Okazu had blisters all over his face and body, but he just moaned softly because he was vomiting blood. He couldn't get up at all!
"Give you ten seconds, get over here immediately!! Otherwise, you will regret it..." Wang Bo said angrily to the Japanese hiding on the second floor looking down.
The reason why Wang Bo believed that the man was a Japanese was because he was thin and small, and his face was bandaged with gauze, which was almost the same as Li Bin's description.
The man ran downstairs timidly, bowed deeply to Wang Bo with a pious expression, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I deeply apologize for Kumamoto-kun's impulsiveness, and here I apologize to you on his behalf.
May I ask you are?!!"
"Well?" Wang Bo was a little surprised. He really didn't expect this person to be so spineless...or does he have another hidden agenda? His heart moved, and he said sternly, "Who are you? What is your relationship with Miss Yu Meijia?"
"I'm Kurayoshi. When Miss Yu was in Japan, we were lovers... Were you invited by Miss Yu?" Kurayoshi kept smiling, but he was wondering who this person was.
?Could it be the helper Yu Meijia found? No way... I know her family background well... When she was in Japan, in order to stay in Japan, she immigrated and fell in love with him... And he would hit her if he took action.
I hurt Kumamoto-kun... I have seen Kumamoto-kun's skills, and even five or six strong men can't get close to him!!
"A prostitute? A cowherd? What's your mother's last name? Can you give her a name? What happened to him?" Wang Bo said coldly. There was no need for him to ask anything about Meijia... these were enough.
!!
"May I ask you are...?"
"You don't deserve to know who I am!" Of course Wang Bo planned to confuse him.
"He...he is my distant cousin, come to China for vacation..."
"On vacation? Can't I see that he is a sumo wrestler? If I guess correctly, his level should be between Komusubi and Sekiwaki!"
The highest level of sumo wrestling is "Yokozuna". The following are Ozeki, Sekiwaki, Komusubi, and Neck. These four levels are called "Makuuchi" and belong to the upper level of sumo wrestlers. There are several levels below.
level. Although Wang Bo defeated him easily, he was able to defeat him solely by skill. In terms of sumo wrestling strength alone, Kumamoto Okazuma's strength is definitely good. But sumo wrestling skills are different from killing skills after all.
"This...he is one of the disciples of our Japanese Sumo Yokozuna Rikishi..."
“What are you doing in China?!”
"I really don't know! I'm just the owner of this restaurant..."
"Have you forgotten that he came to China to learn dance and duet?? Just now he started drinking and singing while eating hot pot for some reason, and then danced happily!! Remember that!!!"
"ah?...."
"What? Do you still want me to personally call Mr. Tian Gang, your Yamaguchi team leader?" Of course Wang Bo just said it casually... He just caught Kurayoshi Niuro's humble, cowardly nature.
"Ah?...Yes..." Kurayoshi Niuro looked humble.
"Bring your dog here!"
"Hi!" He trotted over and brought the Tibetan Mastiff tied to one side.
"Well..." The Tibetan Mastiff let out a low roar, its body pressed down into an arch shape, its thick and thick front legs stretched straight in preparation for action, and it stared at Wang Bo fiercely.
Of course Wang Bo knows that the Tibetan Mastiff is the most ferocious, powerful and loyal dog in the world. It only recognizes one master in its life. If it is allowed to recognize another master, it will take almost half a year. There is a folk saying that the mastiff is worth three wolves.
It does not eat anything other than meat. Its bite force is an astonishing 200 kilograms. It can kill snow leopards and black bears. If a female mastiff gives birth, the herdsmen will put the weaned babies in an iron box without feeding them and let them face each other.
Only the most ferocious dog can survive the killing, and the herdsmen will feed it wholeheartedly. Therefore, it is very ferocious and is called the Eastern Divine Dog.
"You, find a piece of cloth and cover its eyes!!" Wang Bo continued coldly.
"Ah?...Hi..." Kurayoshi found a piece of cloth and obediently covered its eyes.
Its deep roar began to become restless, and it swayed left and right, looking extremely agitated! If the rope that tied the Tibetan Mastiff wasn't the kind that prevents it from falling out of hands, Kurayoshi Niuro would have been unable to hold the rope in his hand.
.
"Cover your own eyes too!!"
"Ah?...Hi..."
"Brother Tibetan Mastiff, you are a good dog in China. How can you be so worthless and hang out with the Japanese... I will give you a chance to change your ways and win glory for the country..." Of course, these words are from Wang Bo
Said in Chinese.
After Wang Bo finished speaking, he walked to the messy hot pot table and splashed the remaining hot pot soup that had begun to cool down onto Kurayoshi Nyurou. Kurayoshi Nyurou was trembling all over, but he didn't dare
Say more.
Wang Bo’s purpose is of course to confuse the smell and breath of Kurayoshi Niuro!!!
Then he jumped on the Maserati and walked away...but when he passed by the Tibetan Mastiff, he used the tea cup in his hand to severely slap the butt of the Tibetan Mastiff who had lost his footing and was about to go crazy.
Wang Bo believes that the Tibetan Mastiff will have the courage to admit his mistakes in the face of major issues of right and wrong... and conscientiously fulfill the obligations and responsibilities of the Oriental Divine Dog!!