Ren Xiaoyao carefully looked at Zhao Yu's enemy. He was about fifty years old, tall and tall, with facial lines as tough as marble, a square face, a short crew cut, and black hair as straight as a brush.
His beard is clean shaven and appears chiseled. His eyebrows are dark and straight, and his eyes are sharp and cold.
His two lips formed a thin line, making his whole person look more and more aloof and unapproachable.
Sun Wuzhi greeted them in Japanese. Yamaguchi Yingji had already met Ren Xiaoyao in the gym, and he took the initiative to shake hands with Ren Xiaoyao.
Okamura Kazumasa gave Ren Xiaoyao a cold look. Ren Xiaoyao had already been prepared for his attitude because of Sakai Rieko's advance warning.
After Yamaguchi gave the welcome speech, the assistant brought a large plate of various sushi from the kitchen and placed it skillfully and quickly on "Nyotaimori" without any delay, because the Japanese believe that sushi can only be made when it is freshly made.
It's most delicious when it's good.
The breasts of the "Female Body Sheng" are decorated with decorated cream cakes, as if they are wearing beautiful bras, so beautiful.
Everyone started to take down their chopsticks to comment. Ren Xiaoyao noticed that Qiao Wenyuan was sitting opposite him. Lei Hu's eyes full of anger were always staring at him. His hatred for Ren Xiaoyao was never concealed.
Ren Xiaoyao deliberately raised his glass to him and drank it down leisurely. This aroused Lei Hu's anger even more. If it weren't for such a long distance, he would have rushed up and grabbed Ren Xiaoyao's throat.
Ren Xiaoyao smiled calmly. He had never looked down on a simple-minded guy like Lei Hu. His anger would only cause inconvenience and influence to his master.
Qiao Wenyuan obviously saw Lei Hu's anger. He winked at Lei Hu and asked Lei Hu to suppress his anger. If he got angry at this time, it would obviously make Qiao Wenyuan extremely embarrassed.
When the dinner was about to end, Saburo Okamura stood up from the host table and walked straight towards Ren Xiaoyao.
Ren Xiaoyao looked at him calmly, knowing that this time he must have come with bad intentions.
Saburo Okamura said in Japanese: "I heard that you defeated six sumo wrestlers of Mr. Yamaguchi Onki alone, and you also said that our Yamaguchi group has no real masters?"
Sun Wuzhi translated this sentence to Ren Xiaoyao, and Ren Xiaoyao secretly scolded Saburo Okamura for deliberately provoking the dispute. His words not only made Yamaguchi Yingji look bad, but also made all Yamaguchi-gumi members present feel indignant, and all the focus was
All focused on Ren Xiaoyao.
Ren Xiaoyao smiled faintly: "Is this how you Japanese treat guests?" Sun Wuzhi translated for him.
Saburo Okamura sneered: "We Japanese will only treat guests who are sincere. For people like you, we will not treat you as a guest."
Sun Wuzhi translated Okamura's words intact, and Ren Xiaoyao stood up: "Is this what you meant, or what the Yamaguchi-gumi meant?"
"I mean what the Yamaguchi-gumi meant!" Saburo Okamura's attitude was quite tough.
However, this sentence aroused great disgust from onlookers, and Yamaguchi Yingji was undoubtedly the one who objected the most strongly.
He said loudly: "Mr. Zhao is the friend I invited, that is, a friend of the Yamaguchi-gumi. You won't deny me face, right?"
No matter how arrogant Okamura Saburo was, he would not dare to be too presumptuous in front of Yamaguchi Yingji.
Okamura Kazumasa laughed, and his laughter was unusually harsh: "Master Yingji, why should you be as knowledgeable as a child? He just saw your sumo wrestler being defeated by others, and he just wanted to save face for you!"
Yamaguchi's face was livid with anger when he responded. The father and son deliberately sang along and laughed at themselves in front of everyone.
Saburo Okamura pointed his left hand at Ren Xiaoyao: "I will fight you one-on-one to see who is more powerful in your Chinese Kung Fu or our Japanese martial arts!"
Yang Jianye also saw that this kid was deliberately provoking. He stood up and said to Ren Xiaoyao: "Ayu! I'll fight him!"
Ren Xiaoyao had seen the description of Saburo Okamura's strength, and also knew Yang Jianye's true strength. From what he knew, he knew that Yang Jianye should be a sure winner against Saburo Okamura.
But Saburo Okamura's finger tonight is directly aimed at himself. If he were to let Yang Jianye take his place, he would probably be looked down upon by these Japanese people.
In addition, Ren Xiaoyao has another idea. The contradiction between the Okamura family and Yamaguchi Yingji is that even a blind person can see it. If he defeats Saburo Okamura, it will be equivalent to destroying the arrogance of the Okamura family in front of everyone.
I have saved face for Yamaguchi Yingki, and my relationship with Yamaguchi Yingki will definitely take a step forward.
Ren Xiaoyao shook his head, and then said to Saburo Okamura: "How do you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end!"
All the Chinese present showed admiration, even Qiao Wenyuan and Lei Hu, who were on the opposite side of Ren Xiaoyao, were no exception. As Chinese, deep down in their hearts, they did not want to see the Japanese so arrogant. Of course, if Ren Xiaoyao defeated
It is a good thing for them to have Saburo Okamura, and it is also a good thing for them that Ren Xiaoyao will become more and more close to the Liangzi of the Okamura family.
The female athletes in the venue left the dining table one by one. The waiter cleaned up the entire dining table. Saburo Okamura took off his shoes and jumped onto the dining table with his bare feet.
The dining table is about ten meters long and four meters wide, with an area of about forty square meters.
Yang Jianye whispered to Ren Xiaoyao: "His lower body is very stable. It seems that his leg skills are good. You should pay more attention."
Ren Xiaoyao laughed: "Don't worry, I never have to mobilize to fight the Japanese!"
Ren Xiaoyao also took off his shoes like Saburo Okamura and jumped on the dining table. Everyone present at the dinner gathered around the dining table. They all knew that this game was not just about personal grudges, but more importantly, Saburo Okamura.
I want to use this incident to provoke conflicts with the Chinese.
The two of them bowed deeply to each other according to etiquette. Before Ren Xiaoyao raised his head, Saburo Okamura had already punched Ren Xiaoyao's chin. Ren Xiaoyao had long known that this kid didn't know how to talk about distance. His left hand
With an outward push, he blocked Saburo Okamura's punch and kicked his right leg towards Saburo Okamura's lower abdomen.
Saburo Okamura's body turned slightly to the side, protecting the vital points under his crotch, and kicked out Ren Xiaoyao's leg with his right leg with all his strength, as if he was fighting head-on.
Yang Jianye had specifically explained before that Okamura Saburo's kicking skills were very good, and Ren Xiaoyao was already mentally prepared for this. Before his legs hit his opponent, there was an obvious backward buffering movement.
He immediately relieved Saburo Okamura's attack power by seven points. Ren Xiaoyao seized the opportunity and bent his knee to attack Okamura's leg joint.
Saburo Okamura roared angrily, retracted his right foot, and stepped hard on the dining table. The tabletop, which was fully an inch thick, broke into two pieces in the middle.