Shinjuku District is the most representative bustling neighborhood in Japan. In addition to the erotic service Kabukicho is a major feature of Shinjuku, another major feature is the catering aspect, including Shinjuku's Kyoto cuisine, octopus, sushi, sashimi, fried chicken, etc.

After watching Ye Xiao for a while, he was indifferent, while the fat man was amazed with relish and sighed that he did not come in vain this time. Kabukicho is worthy of being the largest red-light district in Asia. It was so exciting. The fat man kept sighing at the pair of lily girls who were intimate on the turntable.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and Ye Xiao tried his best to finally pull the fat man out of the "Lily Hall".

Hungry in the stomach, Shinjuku's dining is a major feature, so I decided to go to the hotel after I was full.

The two entered a specialty store and ordered fried chicken, takoyaki, and sashimi. The fat man and Ye Xiao were both educated by the beautiful teacher Li Ping. They were able to speak fluent Japanese, so there was no communication barrier. The dishes were served very quickly and the taste was pretty good. Ye Xiao had never eaten sashimi, and after eating a few slices, they were not used to it, so they handed them all over to the fat man. In terms of eating, the fat man was a soldier who came to block the water and soil. Since Ye Xiao met the fat man, he found that as long as he could eat something that was not poisonous, he could eat it and could eat it.

Just as the two of them were about to leave to check out, the fat man was too burly, no, it should be said that he was obese. He accidentally bumped into a group of young people who had just walked into the store, two women and three men, and the fat man bumped into the man who took the lead.

"***, don't you have eyes?" Before the leading man could answer, he followed behind his butt. A strange-looking man in his twenties cursed, using Japanese. Ye Xiao and the fat man, who knew Japanese, stopped in their ears without missing a word.

"It's interesting." Ye Xiao sneered in his heart.

Overall, Ye Xiao and Fatty have the same personality. There will be conflicts when they are together, but they never hold grudges. They are both of the type where people don’t offend me and I don’t offend others. The fat man’s collision just now can be said to have just gently met the man who took the lead. But he didn’t know that the owner who was hit was still indifferent, but the people below started to scold him.

How can fat people stand this kind of anger? They can't stand this kind of anger in China, and they can't do it even more in Japan. Swallowing anger is not the fat people's style. Are we Chinese people still afraid of you little Japanese?

"I have eyes, but I can't see the little miscellaneous. It's nothing strange to hit me." The fat man said in Japanese.

"You are looking for death." The weird-shaped young man said angrily.

This time, even the leading man's face became a little gloomy. The fat man's words meant that he was a little mistress. Not to mention that he was in Tokyo, he was considered a well-known figure even in Japan. He was actually scolded by a fat man with an ordinary appearance as a little mistress. What is this?

The fat man’s idea is that even if the man who took the lead didn’t speak at the beginning, the people behind him were so ignorant, he would definitely not be a good bird. The fat man hates a kind of person the most, who is more handsome, richer than him, and more likes to pretend to be 13.

It has to be said that the man who took the lead is handsome and handsome, reaching the level of Dugu Liu. As for being rich, looking at his clothes, he would definitely not be able to buy them without RMB 500,000. Did he meet the legendary Japanese handsome and rich?

The leading man's face turned a little gloomy and said coldly: "Are you not Japanese?"

Although the fat man speaks fluent Japanese, he has lived in China since childhood. He is like learning English. No matter how well he learns, he cannot speak the tone of the local Americans. Even if foreigners learn Chinese language fluently, there are always something unauthorized. Therefore, it is no wonder that the leading man heard that the fat man is not a Japanese.

"I'm a Chinese." The fat man sneered.

"Chinese? Chinese people come to Tokyo to be arrogant and live impatiently." The man with a weird look said.

"Chinese?" The leading man sneered: "I remember once, didn't China be occupied by us?"

"I don't know who was beaten to run back with a quilt in his arms? Do you know the history of China? To be honest, you are still descendants of our Chinese."

The fat man laughed.

"Sons and grandchildren, okay, there is one more son." The leading man snorted coldly: "Just with this sentence, you are going to crawl out today."

There were many people in the store. When they saw the excitement here, they couldn't help but put down the food in their mouths. They were all Japanese. After understanding their words, they all started to make a fuss.

"Blade the Chinese."

"Beat them to death."

"Young Master Song Teng, beat them to death and make them arrogant."

Matsutogu's lips showed a sneer. On his territory, he was the master. The whole Shinjuku was his world.

At this time, one of the young women who were wearing big sunglasses and covering nearly half of their faces walked out and said, "Mr. Matsuto, I think I'd better forget it?"

"What's the calculation? But it's okay to calculate it. Let these two Chinese dogs lick the leather shoes for Mr. Song Teng and let me let them go." The strange-looking man sarcastically said.

"Um?"

Ye Xiao and the fat man's eyes became cold almost at the same time.

The fat man waved his hand and pointed to the man with a weird look and said, "Come here."

"Fuck, am I still afraid..." The man with a weird shape just walked forward, but his body suddenly hunched up, then he sprayed a mouthful of blood from his mouth, which happened to be sprayed on the so-called Mr. Song Teng's pants worth 200,000 yuan.

Then, his body fell backwards and fainted.

The fat man showed no mercy, and he made a heavy move.

The young woman wearing sunglasses looked at her companion who couldn't afford to fall, and then looked at the two sneering Chinese people. No one knew what her eyes looked under the sunglasses, but she took a few steps back without moving.

A burly man behind the leader was about to step forward, but was stopped by Mr. Song Teng, with his hand on his back. His eyes looked at the fat man, his eyes were flickering, and he felt a little more solemn.

"My name is Matsutoge. I tell you the name, I want you to know whose hand you died at." Matsutoge sneered repeatedly, waved his hand, and signaled the people behind to disperse.

The customers in the store also knew that Matsutoge was about to take action personally, so they gave up their positions and stood there from a distance.

"Come on, Mr. Matsuto."

"Nonsense, Mr. Matsuto is unfathomable. I think this fat man is in trouble this time."

"Yes, I remember not long ago, Mr. Song Teng competed with the third elders of the Black Dragon Society and easily won the third elders."

"What? Mr. Song Teng won the third elder of the Black Dragon Society? Why haven't I heard of it? Mr. Song Teng took action personally. It seems that these two Chinese people are in trouble."

"What a bad luck, they can't live tonight."


Chapter completed!