Nowadays, the Chinese people are weak, and Japan has already 5,000 fully armed troops have entered the Hongkou District of Shanghai, and Britain has warships roaming up the Bund sea.

Needless to say, the French have a permanent army.

Only the Chinese are the ones who do not have their own elite troops stationed in Shanghai.

All there are only some militia and merchant groups, and various miscellaneous military units.

The guns used in your hands are all junk goods that people can update and eliminate.

He really killed the Japanese ronin for no reason. I'm afraid he just killed today. Before tomorrow, he couldn't even get through the night, and the Japanese military will be dispatched.

At that time, the army will gather, and Yang Lin is not the body of a Vajra, how many bullets can he block?

His family, as well as people from Jingwu Sect.

All will suffer.

Even without the Japanese doing it, the Chinese police officers who maintain public order will tie him up and apologize to the Japanese master.

But the Japanese are different. They fight and kill as soon as they want. If they really kill people, just say something happens in a moment.

Except for the victim, there must be no one to pursue it.

A weak country has no diplomacy and no self-esteem...

This era is just that fucking.

"Haga..." Sato's face flashed with shame and anger, and he said in a deep voice: "Chinese, you underestimate the Bushido spirit of my great Japanese Empire. We can be defeated, die, and we won't be refused."

"Anyway, it doesn't hinder the signing of the Case. It's good to determine the superiority and the inferiority, life and death?"

"Okay, I will sign a life and death certificate according to you."

Sato Shiichiro and Watanabe looked at each other, nodded and agreed.

Nong Jinsun walked up with a sceptical doubt and whispered: "Master Yang, the Japanese are so cruel. Look, should we admit defeat first and wait for Master Huo to come back..."

Chen Zizheng sighed, tore off the cloth strip, bandaged his palms, and came over and said, "Are you sure? I see that the Japanese are so skillful in swordsmanship and are not easy to deal with.

There is also a karate master named Watanabe who is also watching the tent, and it is very likely that he will not follow the rules."

"It's okay, I know it."

Yang Lin smiled.

So, both parties wrote a life and death statement.

Each signs a big name.

It’s all based on their own abilities, so don’t complain if you beat them to death.

...

"Don't you compare the knife? Where is your knife?"

The two sides confronted each other, Sato held a knife in his hand, looked at Yang Lin and asked in confusion.

"My knife?"

Yang Lin suddenly smiled with inexplicable meaning:

"In your hands."

Sato was slightly stunned, it took a while before he understood the meaning.

He slowly leaned over and lowered his head, the cold light in his eyes became stronger, the tail of the scabbard was raised high, and the five fingers of his right hand slowly closed and placed on the hilt of the knife.

"The old man with eagle claws was arrogant just now and almost broke his claws. Are you trying to learn from him and use a knife to get it?"

"That's right, but we in China do not call it "no knife," but "it's called "the swordless" "

Yang Lin's feet were slightly sunk, his feet were stretched out with his shoulders, and his right hand was heavy and his shoulders stretched out, "Please."

"Okay, my knife is called Leng Yue. I have been with me for eight years. I have killed Hokkaido bandits and killed the Master Xinyinliu. I will kill people without any blood.

Tell me your name, just for your courage, you are also qualified to die under my knife and be a famous ghost."

"I'm not interested in telling a dying person his name."
Chapter completed!