In the face of the head of the plane, he threatened to "call the police" and "call the police".

Song Zhichao's folding fan flashed lightly, and a smile appeared.

Smack!

Jin Jiuyi slapped him and slapped the head of the plane in the face.

Nose of the plane: "......"

Instinctively, this slap made me so bad that I even knocked my chin off, and blood oozed from the corner of my mouth.

"Ahem, you dare to hit me...... I'm going to call the police, I'm going to call the police!"

Smack!

Jin Jiu slapped him twice.

The head of the plane immediately had his face swollen into bread, and his teeth were all activated.

Nose of the plane: "......"

I'm almost crying, and I feel like these guys don't play their cards according to common sense.

Jin Jiu moved his wrist and said to himself: "My face is quite thick, and my hands hurt when I beat him!"

Niu Xiong grinned: "You take a break, I'll come!"

Roll up your sleeves and slap your face.

Although the head of the plane couldn't understand Cantonese, he could see clearly that the slap of this big black man was no smaller than that of the bald guy.

"Don't!" The nose of the plane lost all the hardness just now, and fell directly to the ground.

Niu Xiong: "......"

Very dissatisfied--- dissatisfied with the attitude of the head of the plane, I haven't hit it yet, and this cargo will admit it.

The Japanese around them were amazed at what they saw.

Someone dared to hit the people of Okamoto Finance Company?

Don't they know the details of this scoundrel?

But with the bow of the plane, he knelt down and washed everyone's three views again--- it turned out that the wicked were also like this?!

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were full of disdain, looking at the head of the plane kneeling on the ground, only to feel that it was nothing more than that, the originally hateful guy, when he met a strongman, he still begged for mercy like a dog.

He felt like his cheekbones were about to be shattered, his cheeks hurt hotly, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

"Please, don't hit me again!" The head of the plane rushed at Song Zhichao, and they clasped their hands together, constantly rubbing their hands and begging for mercy. "I can't bear it, it hurts ---!"

Song Zhichao let Jin Jiuniuxiong flash to the side, and he walked in front of the head of the plane.

The head of the plane knelt on the ground, carrying his swollen face with a pig's head, and looked at Song Zhichao pitifully.

Song Zhichao bent down and looked down at the head of the plane condescendingly.

The head of the plane struggled to squeeze tears out of his eyes--- and suddenly, tears and snot flowed together.

Song Zhichao lowered his mouth, reached into his arms, took out a handkerchief, and wiped it on the face of the plane.

The head of the plane was startled, a shudder, and almost squatted on the ground.

Song Zhichao smiled, and continued to take a handkerchief to gently wipe the blood from the corner of the nose of the plane, "Look at you, why is it bleeding? ”

Nose of the plane: "......"

I want to cry.

"I don't think you Japanese people are very tough, and you cut your stomach at every turn...... Don't cry, you see, how ugly the tears and snot are!" Song Zhichao stuffed the handkerchief to the head of the plane, "Wipe your nose, boss, man, what does crying look like." ”

Nose of the plane: "......"

Not only did he want to cry, but he wanted to die.

Because the onlookers around him, as well as the subordinates he led, were all looking at him with a disdainful, contemptuous, and disdainful look at him at the moment.

The nose of the plane wiped his nose and tears, and in the end he didn't die--- it was better to die than to live, he deeply understood this truth.

Song Zhichao got up, looked at the head of the plane with a smile and said: "Are you from Okamoto's financial company, right? Since you are a financial company, you are also a businessman, and businessmen must be honest in doing business, and we can't fight and kill, we Chinese pay attention to 'harmony and wealth'......"

The head of the plane blinked, not understanding what Song Zhichao was doing with these big truths.

"So, their brother and sister owe you money, and it's OK for you to collect the money, so why rob other people's sisters. ”

"It's not right to rob people, it's a robber's doing! Even if you are here in Japan, you should also talk about the king's law, in order to prevent you from making mistakes, I had to let my subordinates stand up and teach you a slight lesson, now, have you repented?" Song Zhichao said with a smile as he looked at the head of the plane.

Nose of the plane: "......"

He wanted to cry again--- this person was so shameless, he beat himself, and reasoned with himself.

"It looks like you are really repentant, but your repentance is useless, the important thing is that your company leaders can repent, and there will be no more such robberies of people's daughters in the future. Well, it just so happens that I --- the right with the leader of your company, what do you call it, is it the president, the president, or the representative ...... Quite familiar, I have some gifts for him!"

As Song Zhichao spoke, he reached out and took a document bag from Jin Jiu's hand, then stuffed it into the arms of the head of the plane, and said: "This is a gift I brought to him from Hong Kong, you must hand it over--- by the way, I greet your dear Mr. Okamoto for me!"

Song Zhichao stood up after speaking, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, snapped, opened the folding fan in his hand--- posture was chic and handsome.

Nose of the plane: "......"

With the document stuffed in his arms, he looked confused.

It turned out that the other party knew Ichiro Okamoto, the big man of their Okamoto Co., Ltd.

Okamoto Corporation is one of the most famous joint-stock companies in Osaka, and in addition to the notorious Okamoto Finance Company, it is also a major company in Osaka in the real estate, hotel industry, investment in electronics, transportation, and other industries.

As the leader of the company, Ichiro Okamoto is also a bigwig-level figure, although he can't be as majestic as Japan's top ten chaebols, but he is also in the Osaka area.

At this moment, looking at Song Zhichao, the head of the plane understood that the other party was deliberately provoking---

Well, well, damn the chinkees!

I'll inform us Mr. Okamoto right away, and you'll die an ugly death!

The head of the plane secretly gritted its teeth.

......

Seeing the head of the plane and others leaving in embarrassment, Mitsuko Yamamoto picked up his brother Kazuo Yamamoto.

The people around him began to talk about it---

"Stupid, you shouldn't have let those villains go!"

"Yes, they are Okamoto's people, and they will definitely take revenge when the time comes!"

"You should have called the police, although they weren't very useful. ”

Kazuo Yamamoto and Mitsuko Yamamoto listened to these words, and their hearts were bitter.

They didn't know that the people of Gangben were powerful, but now that they had offended those people, they couldn't turn back.

Sanben Photon said "thank you" to Song Zhichao.

Kazuo Yamamoto also thanked him, but his face was full of worry--- he seemed to see that those villains would soon be killed, and it would be a trivial matter to catch his sister to go to the dance hall at that time, and he was afraid that it would be difficult for their brother and sister to meet again in their lives.

Just when the Yamamoto brothers and sisters were worried, Song Zhichao suddenly smiled and said: "After visiting for so long, my stomach is suddenly a little hungry;

Mitsuko Yamamoto: "......"

Kazuo Yamamoto preemptively said: "My sister knows a lot of small food shops, sir, if you don't mind, you can let my sister take you there!"

Mitsuko Yamamoto: "......" glanced at his brother and said, "I'm not going, I'm going to be with you." ”

She knew that her brother had told her to stay with this distinguished guest to avoid the calamity.

Kazuo Yamamoto stretched out his hand to stroke his sister's hair: "Silly girl, your guest helped us, you must serve well." ”

"But you ---"

"It's okay with me, you see, I can move my legs, feet and hands--- if those wicked people come again, I will definitely punch them hard!" Kazuo Yamamoto made a boxer fist gesture.

Looking at his brother's blue nose and swollen face, Mitsuko cried.

Kazuo Yamamoto was ashamed and said: "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have gambled, I shouldn't have gone to that damn marble--- Mitsuko, I'm sorry for you!"

"Brother, don't say that!" Mitsuko couldn't cry.

Song Zhichao couldn't stand it anymore, waved his hand and said, "It's just food, it's not life and death--- let's go together!"

Kazuo Yamamoto: "......"

Immediately burst into tears and laughed: "Seriously, I know a lot of gourmet restaurants, more than my sister knows--- the most famous is the nearby 'Tianxinzhai Izakaya', Japanese cuisine first-class Bang Lak!"