At this banquet, there were only a few Chinese people, Ye Fan, and their hostile gazes never stopped, and many people were talking about it.
Ye Fan could hear it, but pretended not to.
"Your method won't work." Ye Fan had no choice but to look at the seafood on the table and start eating.
Not to mention, the dinner was quite sumptuous, especially the various seafood and various dishes were very delicious.
At this table, there are only Chinese people like them, and the Japanese people have no intention of sharing the table with them.
Ye Fan ate a lot of meat and felt very unhappy.
Cheng Xiangyun had no appetite and said:
"You are really heartless. Didn't you notice that there is a formation here?"
Ye Fan picked up a piece of fish head and said:
"I know, can't we eat if we have a formation? There are so many delicacies, we can't waste them. Only when you are full can you have the strength to fight. You should eat quickly. Although you are a member of the Shenlong Group, when it comes to fighting, others
I don’t care about you.”
Cheng Xiangyun sighed and looked around. She saw Sayi Kawashima sitting at the table with others and had no intention of coming over. She picked up some green vegetables and started eating.
Sister Lin, who was sitting next to Huo Zhilan, was a little confused. She had been paying attention to Ye Fan and had doubts in her heart. Finally she couldn't help but said:
"Mr. Ye, why don't you have the aura of a warrior?"
Ye Fan glanced at her. She looked like she was in her thirties or forties, with a resolute face and still charming charm. She exuded a mature femininity and said:
"I keep a low profile and don't want to be discovered."
Sister Lin stopped talking, but her expression clearly showed disbelief.
After meeting Ye Fan, she asked about Ye Fan.
This person behaves in a high-profile manner. Although he has not achieved much fame in the world of Chinese martial arts, he is a famous figure in the worship circle and will cause great commotion wherever he goes.
Raising her hand to kill the master of the Chen family, if it were not supported by these deeds, she would think that Ye Fan is just a secular person, after all, he does not seem to have any warrior qualities now.
"You don't believe it?" Ye Fan felt helpless when he saw her expression. He turned to Huo Zhilan and said:
"Do you believe it?"
Huo Zhilan showed a slight smile and said:
"If you don't believe me, I have heard a lot about you. You are a national saint who is popular all over the country in the medical field, a treasure appraiser in the antique world, and a strong master in the martial arts world. He loves to quarrel with others, and his venomous tongue makes others unable to do so.
I'm talking back, I heard all this, is there anything wrong with it?"
"No!" Cheng Xiangyun said immediately:
"Being impulsive, arrogant and domineering, being ruthless and ruthless, regardless of the consequences."
Ye Fan was very innocent, looked at her and said:
"I'm so sad. It turns out that this is my image in your mind. You are slandering me. I am obviously a good citizen. It is my essence to eradicate violence, punish evil and promote good, and save lives and heal the wounded. Don't destroy my kindness.
Image, there are outsiders here, please save some face for me."
Phew...
Huo Zhilan couldn't help but laugh.
It turns out that a strong master can not be so serious and approachable.
Cheng Xiangyun added another sentence, saying: "The most important thing is that my face is thicker than the Great Wall, and my acting skills are as good as those of movie stars."
Ye Fan smiled roguely and said:
"You think I should go into the entertainment industry? Maybe I can become an actor or something, and I'll be honored. I'll have fans wherever I go. As the saying goes, when I have friends all over the world,
No matter where I go to the bathroom, someone will bring me paper."
Cheng Xiangyun put down the fish on her chopsticks and said:
"Are you disgusted? You are eating something."
Several people were talking and laughing, which relieved the tense atmosphere a lot.
The main reason is that Ye Fan is shameless, he talks like he is bragging, and he is really thick-skinned.
Sister Lin had great doubts about Ye Fan. In her opinion, a truly strong man spoke less, was serious, and was unsmiling, which was completely different from the Ye Fan in front of her.
In his opinion, Ye Fan's behavior was more like a street gangster.
Finally, a man from Japan came over, holding a wine glass, looking at everyone, and finally stared at Ye Fan, and said in broken Chinese dialect:
"Can I sit here?"
Cheng Xiangyun said: "Okay, please sit down!"
This is a middle-aged man with short hair and a bit of beard. He sat down and said without picking up his chopsticks:
"This must be Ye Fan, right?"
Ye Fan said: "I am, do you have something to do with me?"
The man nodded, smiled, and said:
"Hello, my name is Funada Tsuaki, Funada Yamato is my brother, and I want to kill you!"
As soon as these words came out.
Everyone stopped their chopsticks and looked at him.
Especially the last sentence stunned everyone.
Be alert.
Ye Fan was very casual, not nervous at all, and said:
"Yamato Funada? Who is it?"
"You..." Funada Tsuaki was so angry that he wanted to jump to his feet. You broke my brother's limbs and you don't even know who he is.
Cheng Xiangyun immediately whispered:
"The middle-stage Gang Jin martial artist whose limbs were cut off by you was Funada Yamato..."
Looking at Nami Ishigami not far away from the corner of his eye, he said:
"That grandmaster is Funada Yamato's master."
Ye Fan suddenly realized and said:
"Oh, it turns out it's him. Sorry, I killed too many people. The names of your Japanese people are too confusing to remember."
Funada Tsuaki's mouth trembled, and he said in a deep voice:
"My brother and I look very similar, can't you recognize me?"
Ye Fan put a piece of meat into his mouth and said:
"I don't remember what your brother looks like. He's not a beauty. I have prosopagnosia when it comes to men's looks and can't remember them. By the way, is your brother still alive?"
Funada Tsuaki's anger finally couldn't be suppressed. He picked up a fork in front of him and flicked it suddenly. The fork flew through the air, passed through everyone's sight, and went straight to Ye Fan's eyebrows.
Ye Fan didn't care and didn't even look at it. He picked up the vegetables in his right hand and raised the chopsticks in his left hand.
Buzz!
Clamped.
The fierce fork was caught by the chopsticks.
Everyone was shocked, especially Huo Zhilan and Sister Lin, who couldn't believe it.
Although it was only a moment, the momentum that Funada Tsuaki burst out in front of him was extremely powerful in that moment.
Ye Fan didn't even look at it, he caught it out of thin air.
Everyone was shocked.
Ye Fan seemed to feel nothing. He held a piece of meat in his right hand, put it in his mouth, and said:
"Your strength is not as good as your brother's. With your level of cultivation, you can't kill me, so why not commit suicide by committing seppuku?"
He put his fork on the table, looked at him, and said:
"Isn't the culture of seppuku popular in Japan? Do you really commit seppuku? It can't be fake, right?"
Funada Tsuaki stared at him angrily and said:
"This is the spirit of our Japanese Bushido. Please don't insult it. If you kill my brother, do you think you can leave here alive tonight?"
As he spoke, he stood up.
Ye Fan waved his hand and said:
"Don't go. You haven't killed me yet. Sit down and let's continue talking."
He sat down and left in no hurry.
Although he had just tested it out, he was obviously no match for Ye Fan, but there were many Japanese warriors behind him, so he was fearless.
Ye Fan's eyes scanned for a week, and everyone was looking at this place. Obviously, when Funada Tsuaki took action just now, those people also saw it.
"If you lose, will you commit seppuku?"
Cheng Xiangyun knew that Ye Fan was about to take action. It was impossible for this man to leave safely. He had never been the one to suffer.