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Half of the crowd dispersed, but many people still lingered, whispering.

Click!

Xia Yu opened the door and got into the car, and an old man in the back seat closed his eyes and asked, "Where is Lei Zhe?"

"Drove him out. ”

"Eviction?"

Senzaemon had a faint expression on his face, he had received the relevant notice before he arrived, otherwise he would not have come so timely.

Opening his eyes, Marshal Yuanyue stared at Xia Yu.

"What did he say before he left?"

Seeing the solemnity in Marshal Yuanyue's eyes, Xia Yu was stunned and said, "I didn't say anything, I just asked a few security personnel and a special hunter to take him away......"

As he spoke, he paused.

"That's right!"

Inexplicable unease.

Halberd!

Lei Zhe's sneering face seemed to be engraved in his head. Xia Yu couldn't help asking: "Commander, above the Lin level, is there really another set of halberd rules that are different from those below the special grade and the special grade?"

Senzaemon nodded.

"Yes!"

He said in a deep voice: "One set is the original and original regular halberd rules, and the specific regulations are decided by both parties. The other set is applicable to the Lin level and the dragon level, which is called the mandatory halberd rule!"

Mandatory halberd?!

it!

Xia Yu's breathing almost stopped.

"Don't worry!"

"Unless you are promoted to the Lin level, this mandatory halberd rule will not be activated. ”

The old man said with relief: "As long as you keep your normal heart today, don't be provoked by him, and easily agree to any dark halberd, no matter how unstylish Lei Zhe is, it is impossible to drag you into a culinary showdown." ”

"But in addition to cooking, Lei Zhe has too many disgusting tricks, such as today. Xia Yu shrugged, "It's true that the jade of the "Jade Generation" needs to be polished, but being humiliated in public by a chef Taishan, that self-esteem is really about to explode. ”

Hearing this, Senzaemon smiled slightly.

"It's up to them to adjust their own psychology!"

"Hmm!"

Xia Yu touched his chin matter-of-factly, "I can't say, for students, this time is a grind." ”

"After all, when they open a restaurant in the future, they must be strong enough to face all kinds of guests, especially when they entertain their predecessors who have more cooking skills than their predecessors!"

Look through the window.

For a long time, I was on the steps, dumbfounded.

Kohei Soma scratched his head and looked at the cart stall in front of him that was about to be destroyed.

This contrast is too stark.

couldn't help but praise the mentality of eating halberd pig's feet, however, the members of the Ten Masters, whether it was the chief Si Yingshi or the eighth seat of the Kuga Teruki, all had their self-esteem shattered and needed to be adjusted.

Xia Yu sighed inwardly.

Compared with Kohei Soma, who has been defeated repeatedly, this group of ten masters, including Erina Nagikiri, has too obvious weaknesses.

Still, he can understand.

The media blackened a wave, and the ten masters estimated that they would ignore it directly, but they were given a bad review by a monumental chef in their minds, and the tons of spiritual output, tsk, in a sense, were bursting with glass hearts.

"Go home!"

Senzaemon said to the old butler in the driver's seat.

He planned to discuss with Xia Yu how to deal with the offensive of the food party.

Perhaps, this is the prelude to the food war.

……

Nagi Kiri's house.

This is a huge complex of buildings, with several floors inside and a few floors outside, and I don't know how many people have entered and exited.

"Where can you hide?"

On the winding corridor, Dojima Silver walks like a fly.

He had a calm smile on his face, but he was a little embarrassed.

The plaid shirt was full of holes, almost turned into strips of cloth, and there was a trace of blood on the exposed skin, which looked like it was cut by a hidden weapon like a dart, and it was very shallow, not even a flesh wound.

Swish!

The pond next to the cloister is broken.

The water splashed, a water lily exploded, and the female ninja hiding under the water stabbed the dagger into Dojima's silver heart like lightning.

"Very good!" Dojima Silver did not laugh in surprise, the dagger was fast, the move was sharp, and it hit the door directly, without the slightest fancy, but the female ninja was just close, but her pretty face was full of consternation.

Click!

Dojima Silver came to a more modest move three times, the hand knife slashed, the bell rang, and the quenching dagger was knocked away, and then the footsteps moved, and the whole person moved forward, the elbow bent, and the solid weight was firmly pressed against a soft mass.

Rumble!

The door panel of the tea house collapsed, and the petite and vigorous body of the female ninja was like a dead fish at this time, and she didn't get up for a long time when she got out.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Dojima had a strange look on his face.

Another female ninja is close from behind, the same simple grappling, but very fragrant, hiding under the water before, the tights are wet, almost like a layer of light veil, she is so close, the smooth and soft feeling of close contact with the skin makes Dojima Gin, a single old man, stiff for a second.

His eyes snapped open.

"Boom!"

Earthquakes, splinters of wood splatters.

It took a while for Dojima Silver to get up from the ground, and when he looked back, there was a hole behind him, and the female ninja who was embedded in the pit in the cloister threw a resentful look at the old man, and then his head twisted and fainted.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

After a pause, standing for a few seconds to admire the scenery of the female body, Dojima Silver simply took off the broken shirt on his body and walked forward along the corridor.

At the end of the cloister is a tall wooden building that resembles a palace.

A crack has opened in the door of the temple.

Pushing open the door, Dojima Ginhaha laughed and said, "It's time for you to surrender!"

This is a collection hall, many precious antiques have not moved, and in the depths, the female leader is holding something in the shape of a pot, looking at Dojima Silver vigilantly.

"Hah!"

Step forward, one step, two steps, and by the third step, the smile on Dojima's face suddenly disappeared.

"You ......"

With a strong sense of drowsiness, Dojima Silver shook his head, but sat down with a thud.

Seeing this, there was a hint of joy in Ying's eyes.

"Finally anesthetize him!"

Without further hesitation, Ying grabbed the pot and fled from Nagi Cha's house.

Dojima Silver touched a bloody mark on his back, it turned out that the female ninja who grabbed him had prepared extraordinary anesthetic props, no wonder he couldn't resist.

……

When Dojima Ain woke up from a narcotic slumber, he found himself lying on a tatami mat in a tea room.

The young man and the old man who were sitting opposite each other at the tea table stopped talking and looked at him.

"Chief, are you awake?"

The boy laughed and groaned.

"Ha, haha!"

Touching his head and sitting up, Dojima Silver looked at his bare shoulder, and his smile was embarrassed, "That, I stunned the two intruders, but their leader ran away." ”

Not only did he run away, but he also took away the commander-in-chief's collection. ”

"yes, I love that collection. ”

Nagi Senzaemon echoed.

"By the way, when did you make such a realistic fake, Marshal?" Xia Yu teased in his eyes, this group of invaders was most likely sent by Lei Zhe, and it can only be said that when he sees the pot, Lei Zhe's mood will fall from the clouds to the bottom.

Surprised, surprised?

……

In Tokyo, a speeding car is parked on a suburban road.

Soon, another car sped up.

"Where's the kitchenware?"

Lei Zhe, who had received the good news as soon as he left Yuanyue, hurriedly got out of the car.

A female ninja named Ying uncovered the cloth covering the pot.

The kitchenware started, and the metallic texture was strong, which made Lei Zhe's eyes widen, "It's true!"

Then take a closer look at the texture and inscription details on the four sides of the pot.

as well as rusty.

That appearance, and the high-definition pictures that Lei Zhe took out for comparison, are completely consistent!

But the palm of his hand touched the bottom of the pot, and Lei Zhe's face froze.

The bottom of the pot is engraved with words.

It is left by a line of craftsmen: naginata-cut, fake.

"Fake!"

Ying softly translated the meaning of these Chinese characters, and suddenly, Lei Zhe's forehead was bruised.

Rumble!

With a single throw, the metal pot collided violently with the road floor, and fireworks flew everywhere, and then the pot became fragments scattered across the floor.

Lei Zhe's face changed, a burst of blue, a burst of red.

In his mind, two faces, one old and one young, appeared, and the teasing smile seemed to say:

Surprised, surprised?