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Tokyo, Japan! This is a materialistic metropolis, its night is also very beautiful, but the evil hidden in the night gradually reveals its ferocious face.
In the distance, the roar of motorcycle engines approached from far away, and dozens of motorcycles whizzed and raced on the street. On each motorcycle were two young Japanese, men and women dressed in strange clothes, wielding steel long knives in the air. He kept yelling. The dense flow of people on the street suddenly dispersed, running to both sides of the street to avoid.
Yang Luo stopped and stood on the side of the road, and a dozen brothers also stood there smiling and watching.
Li Tao said: "This is the legendary speeding party."
Suddenly, a very gentle girl with long curly hair wearing myopia glasses was struggling to cross the road with a big suitcase.
She didn't seem to notice the dozens of motorcycles whizzing by, the crowd on both sides let out a burst of exclamation, and some even shouted: "Quickly get out of the way."
The girl seemed to be frightened, and stood there motionless. But Yang Luo and the others stood on this side of the road, and it was too late to save people. But even if Yang Luo and the others can save them, they won't meddle in other people's business. One Japanese dies, one less.
Seeing the motorcycle in front hit the girl, and the girl seemed to have recovered, screamed in fright, took a few steps back suddenly with the suitcase, and sat down on the ground.
At this moment, the motorcycle in front suddenly lost control and flew into the air, rolled and flew more than ten meters away, and then hit the ground hard with a "bang".
The dozen or so cars following behind had no time to brake, and they all collided with a bang, bang, and screams and horrified yells one after another.
It was so sudden, no one knew what happened, and the crowd watching the heat was a little shocked. However, most of them are still gloating, and they don't like these speeding gangsters, whether they are foreigners or Japanese. As Yang Luo thought, one death is one less.
Li Tao laughed and said, "It seems that a few people will die this time."
Zhou Xin said: "This girl is not simple."
Yang Luo nodded: "Under such circumstances, she was able to insert the knife into the front wheel, and even pull it out under such a strong inertia. Which of you can do this with such speed, wrist strength and eyesight?" get?"
The lunatic said: "I can do it, but it's definitely not as easy as her."
Zhou Hao was originally standing beside Yang Luo, but as soon as the lunatic's words fell, the kid moved to the side, keeping a distance from Yang Luo, and then said: "Only a pervert like the boss can compare with that woman." After speaking, he was nervously on guard, afraid that Yang Luo would suddenly attack him and fix him.
But Yang Luo didn't pay attention to him, and was watching the girl get up on the ground, strenuously carry the big suitcase around a long way across the road, and then came over.
When the girl walked up to Yang Luo and the others, she gave them a strange look, with a sly gleam in her eyes, but it disappeared quickly, replaced by lingering horror.
Yang Luo watched the girl walking away slowly carrying the suitcase, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Interesting, interesting."
Zhou Xin said: "Don't be funny, let's go."
A dozen or so people hailed a few taxis and arrived at the Peninsula Hotel. Once inside, the beautiful and beautiful waiter who looked like an actress bowed, "Welcome to the Peninsula Hotel."
Yang Luo nodded and walked to the service desk, and said in Chinese: "Hello! Is there any room?"
There were four waiters at the service desk, two men and two women. When Yang Luo spoke Chinese, the humble smiles of the two waiters suddenly disappeared, followed by arrogance, and they said in an extremely contemptuous tone: "Chinese?"
Yang Luo nodded. At this time, more than a dozen white people came over. Before they could speak, all four waiters ran over and said humbly, "Hello, sir and madam!"
The knuckles of Zhou Hao's clenched fists creaked, and Yang Luo patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be angry, I will make this hotel disappear."
Zhou Xin watched the four waiters face the disgusting faces of a dozen white people and cursed: "It's so fucking disgusting, it's almost like being a dog to the Americans."
Yang Luo said with a smile: "Forgive them, don't look at them developing high technology and think they have high IQs. In fact, apart from these, they are a stupid nation. The international sense is pitifully poor. For those Yankees with white skin and blue eyes Extremely low self-esteem, and bluffing towards our yellow-skinned Asians. There is always a lack of a very objective understanding of the outside world. Among all countries and nations in the world, the Japanese are the most xenophobic.
especially in Japan?Political short-sightedness, they especially worship the Yankees, and regard the Yankees as their ancestors, monkeys wearing American underpants. He even put a collar around his neck, tied an iron chain and delivered it to the Yankee himself, and barked twice, I am your dog, take me away. From now on, as long as the master asks me to bite someone, I will pounce on him and bite him. Psychologically, Japan can be said to be a subsidiary country and colony of the United States today.
I always thought that with the backing of my American master, I was the boss in Asia. Although I am an American dog, if you dare to hit me, I will go home and beg my master for revenge.
But they think too highly of themselves, how could the United States go to war with any country over a beast. And based on their IQs, they don't have the imperial ability to rule foreign nations at all, and they will never dominate the world, nor will they become a world power like the United States and China. So don't bother with Yankee's pets, do you bite the dog if the dog bites you? "
"Puchi" Zhou Xin smiled, "According to what you say, Japan is really a pitiful, sad, and hateful nation."
After more than 20 minutes, those Yankees got on the elevator under the leadership of the waiter, and a male waiter reluctantly came over.
"Hello! What room do you need?" Although the tone was very respectful, the expression on his face was still so contemptuous.
Yang Luo still said in Chinese: "Two presidential suites." Without waiting for the waiter to speak, he continued, "If you say there is no one, we can go to another hotel, but we will complain to the headquarters of the Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong, China." Yang Luo took the word "China" very seriously.
The waiter really wanted to say that there was no room, but now that Yang Luo said that he would complain to the headquarters, he was a little panicked. After all, such an internationally renowned large chain hotel has a very strict management system. Once a complaint is received, the headquarters will send someone down to investigate his unemployment. It would be better if he is disqualified from the chain, and his boss can chop him up and throw him into the sea to feed the fish. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com