Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Chapter 230 Japanese Military Song

In other places, this time is about to be tested, but the entertainment city in the North District is still brightly lit.

Being dragged by Kong Zixuan to take a picture of the photo, playing the slot machine, and going crazy in the entertainment city for more than two hours, the two sat in a big shop to replenish their energy.

Du Hao knew that Kong Zixuan liked him in his previous life, but he couldn't respond to this relationship. Playing with her is a kind of companionship from an old friend.

Kong Zixuan seemed to have always sensed Du Hao's meaning, no matter in her past or present life, she never broke the window paper, and always had the feeling that "the lover is not here, but the friends are still full".

The big pai stall is in a good location, on the edge of the entertainment city, close to the road. Not too loud, not too quiet.

There is also a high platform in the open air of the restaurant, which is where coins are sung and some brave people sit on high chairs and sing passionately.

At this moment, a burly man wearing a vest is holding a mic, roaring passionately this year's most popular song "Want to Win One's Heart".

When I sang I only wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will never leave, many diners in the restaurant applauded and gave encouragement.

Du Hao watched with a faint smile on his face.

Mortals, it should be so.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" Kong Zixuan put a spicy crayfish into her mouth in an unladylike manner, the corners of her mouth and fingertips were mostly covered with red oil.

She wasn't afraid that Du Hao would see her like this, after all, the two of them plus Jie Song had been playing together since elementary school, and they knew what each other looked like.

"Eat it, why don't you eat it." As he spoke, he also picked up a spicy crayfish and ate it regardless of his image.

At this moment, a man in a white-collared sweater sat down on the chair in front of Du Hao's left and yelled loudly:

"Boss, two dishes of spicy crayfish! A full set of spicy hotpot!"

Du Hao glanced at her.

The girl was about the same age as the two of them, seventeen or eighteen, at the time of rebellion. He is about 1.6 meters tall and has a good appearance. But she sat there, but it gave people a very thick feeling.

Yes, it's very thick. It weighs at least one hundred and sixty catties!

At this moment, she still didn't pay attention to her own image, and ate crayfish in big mouthfuls regardless of others' surprise.

She ate very quickly, almost one bite at a time, as if she would never give up until she finished the food.

Everyone could tell that she was in a bad mood, and her red and swollen eyes showed that she had cried not long ago.

As if she noticed Du Hao's gaze, the girl in the white sweater raised her head and gave Du Hao a stare.

"Watch the ball! Have you ever seen others eat?"

His sentences are vulgar, and he curses people as soon as he opens his mouth. At first glance, he is not easy to mess with.

Du Hao shook his head lightly, and stopped looking at this girl.

He was in a bad mood, so he naturally felt uncomfortable watching everything, and he didn't care.

Just because he doesn't care doesn't mean that Kong Zixuan sitting opposite doesn't care!

Kong Zixuan frowned, and said in a low voice, "I have a problem, why should I take it out on others?"

Although the voice was small, it reached the girl in the white sweater clearly.

"It's none of your business, don't think that you are beautiful and everyone will treat you as a princess!"

Kong Zixuan's expression changed, and she was about to speak when Du Hao said slowly: "Zixuan, forget it."

Arguing with this kind of girl who has just quarreled is unreasonable no matter what.

Kong Zixuan pursed her lips, and buried herself in her crayfish.

At this moment, several well-dressed diners walked up to the high stage, holding the microphones and singing together.

However, they are not singing English or Chinese songs, but Japanese songs that are rarely heard.

"We wait for the official army, and we wait for the enemy to be the enemy of the imperial court. Let's move forward together! Until the enemy is wiped out!"

"Pull up the samurai sword with cold light, and move forward with the consciousness of death! The fashion of the imperial country, the Japanese sword that protects the soul of a warrior."

After hearing this, Kong Zixuan spit out the crayfish in her mouth, wiped the red oil on her mouth and hands, frowned and said, "What kind of song is this, it's so ugly."

Du Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of chill in his eyes: "Japanese military songs,

The song of drawing the sword is a hymn to the invaders. "

"what?"

When Kong Zixuan heard this, she was a little stunned: "Are these Japanese?"

Du Hao nodded.

For people of their age, the education they receive is all from books. Regarding the war of aggression against China half a century ago, they are just concepts in words and pictures, which are hard to penetrate into the hearts of the people.

It's just that Kong Zixuan was very resistant to the war of aggression against China since she was a child, and her eyes were flickering with coldness.

Looking around, there was no one with the same anger in their eyes as myself, and some people even clapped their hands and applauded, thinking that their singing was powerful.

"These bastards..." Kong Zixuan gritted her teeth, as if to deal with these people, but her two ordinary students naturally couldn't beat them.

Moreover, the relationship between China and Japan is gradually stabilizing during this period, and it is not appropriate to make a public move.

The middle-aged man in the middle is facing Du Hao and Kong Zixuan. He has a high nose bridge, a pointed chin, sharp eyes, and a strong sense of encroachment.

He sings the hardest!

Many people thought that what he sang was the most powerful and powerful, and they couldn't help clapping their hands.

While the few people were singing, they didn't forget to invite some diners to follow their rhythm.

His heart can be punished!

Whoosh!

Just when Du Hao was hesitating whether to make a move, an afterimage flew past him and directly hit the high platform.

Snapped!

There was a crack, and the wine spilled all over the floor.

The faces of several Japanese people were extremely ugly, and the middle-aged man with a pointed chin pointed to this side and shouted: "Baga!"

"Bayou. Mom's next door!"

The girl in the white sweater scolded without hesitation, and at the same time pointed to the other diners who were in shock and said, "Are you guys out of your minds? Do you know what they are singing?"

"They sang a song praising the invaders! Not only did you not resist, but you also sang it so happily, what shit is stuffed in your head!"

Hearing what she said, many diners covered their faces in shock.

They really didn't expect that these Japanese would dare to be so arrogant and come here to sing this kind of song!

With a complicated expression, he wanted to go up and fight bravely, but he was worried that he would be beaten.

But not doing anything but feeling reconciled.

Many people are entangled in where to go.

Seeing this, the girl in the white sweater sneered: "A group of useless men, waiting for them to rape your mother, wife, and daughter, then drag them into prostitution, and kill your relatives, and you will do nothing like this! "

"Baga! It's none of your business if we sing!" Several Japanese were scolded like this, and their faces were not very good-looking.

The owner of the store also quickly persuaded: "Isn't it just a song, it doesn't matter too much, little girl sit down quickly."

Several other Japanese men and women present were also dissatisfied: "Singing a song is enough to be discriminated against like this."

"I also said that the relationship between China and Japan has become mild recently. It seems that the Chinese people are still not doing enough work."

"Inferior nation! Sick man of East Asia!"

Saying that, finally aroused people's anger.

A man stood up, pointed at the Japanese with a pointed chin, and said, "Get out of here! Get out of China! You are not welcome here!"

"Yes! Apologize to us! Apologize to the Chinese people!"

"Get out!"

Seeing this, the Japanese with a sharp chin flashed a cold light in his eyes, jumped high from the high platform, and rushed to the first man in the blink of an eye.

boom!

With a light push from the shoulder and a hard bump, the man fell directly to the ground.

"Fuck him!" At the order of the girl in the white sweater, many diners pulled back their female companions and jumped out to join the battle.

The scene should be chaotic!

The pointed chin dodged several people in a row, and attacked the girl in the white sweater.

In his opinion, this little girl was the one who messed up the situation tonight, how could he let her go!

The girl in the white sweater was also taken aback, but she didn't hesitate at all. Facing the pointed chin, she rushed over, holding the wine bottle in her hand, her expression trembling.

The pointed chin sneered, and he raised his hand to grab the girl in the white sweater.

boom!

Just as soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly found that he couldn't move his hand anymore.

Turning around, a middle-aged man was grabbing his wrist angrily:

"For a man in his thirties, bullying a little girl is nothing."

"Baga! I want you to take care of it!" The pointed chin swung his fist, attacking the man in the face.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the man directly picked up a beer bottle from the side and slammed it at the sharp-jawed head.

The beer bottle exploded, shocking everyone.

The pointed chin shook his head, shaking the wine and glass shards off his head, sneered, and with a wave of his big hand, he threw the man flying!

Boom!

The man smashed several tables and chairs and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Seeing the fierceness of the pointed chin, many people froze in place.

Several Japanese women clapped their hands repeatedly: "Ono-kun is amazing! Ono-kun is the best!"

The others were also beaten up by a few Japanese, looking extremely embarrassed.

They were terrified, why are these Japanese so powerful? A few people beat so many people, but they still haven't lost the wind, instead, they waited for someone to be pumped by them!

Seeing this, Du Hao motioned Kong Zixuan to sit still, while he dragged out a plastic bucket from the kitchen...

The men panted heavily and looked at the Japanese viciously.

The bruise on his face looked particularly ferocious, but it didn't play any critical role.

Those Japanese were still beating up several men, and one even forcibly detained a woman in his arms and beat him up!

"Don't hit it! Don't hit it!" The shop owner was anxious. This fight damaged a lot of things in his shop!

"Let's go together! Beat him up!"

I don't know who yelled, several men rushed up one after another, and attacked them together!

However, the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

After several fists and kicks by these Japanese, these men were finally defeated.

The pointed chin glanced at these people, and sneered: "The sick man of East Asia!"

After that, he turned his head and looked at the girl in the white sweater who looked terrified but was proud: "I'll see who else can save you now."

Crash!

He was about to reach out to grab the girl in the white sweater, when countless red liquid poured down from his head, spreading over several Japanese people and their surroundings.

Looking at the red liquid exuding spicy and sesame oil, many people were stunned.

Eating spicy crayfish and waste oil recovered from spicy pot?

Du Hao was holding a large spoon in his hand, and it kept spinning in the air, making people dizzy.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Du Hao landed on Ono-kun's calf with lightning speed, and said softly at the same time:

"Kneel down!"

Plop!

Ono-kun fell to his knees!

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