"Mr. Miyamoto, this drunk Chinese actually peed on our car." The driver designated by the Japanese consulate turned around, folded his legs, and said with a ninety-degree bow.

After listening to this, Masahiro Miyamoto walked to the front of the car, saw that the bumper was still dripping liquid, and suddenly the anger surged, roaring like thunder: "Bastard, damn Chinese, I'm going to kill you!" ”

Miyamoto Masahiro said, pinching his ten fingers, his face was pale, and he was almost on the verge of going berserk.

"What the hell little Japanese devils, decades ago you shouted and shouted and killed on Chinese soil, and today you dare to go wild? See if the master doesn't kill you. He Jinfa rushed out with a punch from the strength of the wine, and went straight to the bridge of Miyamoto Masahiro's nose.

"Presumptuous! How could the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire be fought when you say they will fight? Masahiro Miyamoto scolded, and grabbed the wrist of the visitor with his left hand. Immediately afterwards, his right hand straightened out and turned into a hand knife, aiming at He Jinfa's arm.

"Click", He Jinfa let out an "ah" sound in pain. The muscles in his face instantly spasmed, revealing an expression of extreme pain.

He Jinfa is also a former soldier and has a strong body. Although he drank a little wine, as a retired soldier, his movements were so agile, but until his arm was broken, he couldn't get rid of the other party's clamps.

Before Miyamoto Masahiro broke He Jinfa's arm with one palm, his right hand clenched into a fist and stretched forward, about to smash the other party's chest. With the strength of Masahiro Miyamoto, if this punch is really implemented, He Jinfa will have to break two ribs.

Just as Masahiro Miyamoto's fist was about to land on He Jinfa's body, Zhang Jiujiu raised his foot and swept over, kicking He Jinfa's body to the side. Masahiro Miyamoto's fist pressed against He Jinfa's body.

Zhang Jiujiu was already half awake when Miyamoto Masahiro's hand grabbed He Jinfa's wrist, and it was too late to stop it. Hearing the "click" sound coming from He Jinfa's arm, Zhang Jiujiu secretly screamed that it was not good, but he didn't see the Japanese in front of him stop.

Zhang Jiujiu's desire to block Miyamoto Masahiro's fist is obviously a bit far away, unless he can be two or three times faster than Miyamoto Masahiro's speed. Zhang Jiujiu was not so blindly confident, so he chose to encircle Wei to save Zhao.

Zhang Jiujiu's legs seem to be extremely fierce, but in fact, they are just an illusion caused by too fast speed. Zhang Jiujiu's mastery of strength has reached the point where he can do as he pleases. He Jinfa was kicked sideways by Zhang Jiujiu.

Miyamoto Masahiro didn't know that he had met a real master, and let go of He Jinfa's wrist. He Jinfa was kicked by Zhang Jiujiu and the force was not completely removed, and as soon as Miyamoto Masahiro loosened, his body lost its balance and lay down in a flash.

He Jinfa held the ground with one hand, trying to stand up. Zhou Yun also came to his senses at this time, and went over to help He Jinfa, He Jinfa held the arm of his right hand with his left hand, and tears of pain were about to flow.

Zhang Jiujiu didn't act rashly after kicking He Jinfa away, he could also see that the other party was not an idle person, and he was full of masculinity, his temples were bulging, and he had already entered the Tao with martial arts.

Miyamoto Masahiro was also stunned by Zhang Jiujiu's lightning-like kick, he didn't expect that a drunkard turned out to be a master, and his kicking speed was much faster than him.

Wu, no matter what genre or move, the most important thing is two points, one is speed, and the other is strength. No matter which of these two points, as long as you can achieve the ultimate, you are a well-deserved master.

Speed and power are different, but what is more important is speed. Therefore, there is a saying in the martial arts world that martial arts in the world are invincible, only fast and unbreakable.

Any martial arts in the world has its own shortcomings, no matter how good the defense is, there are also ways to crack it, as long as the speed of consciousness, attack, defense, and opportunity change is much higher than that of the opponent, it is bound to be easy!

To the low place, it is a rapid attack, so that the opponent is tired of parrying, no power to fight back, forcing it to show its flaws, and then win, to the high place, that is, the opponent has time to react, was hit, the so-called punch people do not know, is a blow to kill.

In martial arts, many boxing methods such as Wing Chun and Jeet Kune Do are based on this concept, and it has been proved that there is indeed a certain amount of truth!

Miyamoto Masahiro is very aware of this, although he has a ruthless word, he can't guarantee that one blow can make the opponent lose his combat effectiveness, so in the next fight, he will inevitably suffer.

The two were wary of each other, but they didn't dare to take the lead. If the master makes a move, he will do it first, and he will first expose his intentions, and the other party can see the move and deal with it randomly. That's what a late strike.

In the competition, there is also a preemptive strike. However, this statement is aimed at the competition between people whose level has not yet reached a certain level. They can often achieve their goals by making a move, so they can get the upper hand.

And when the two sides of the opponent reach a higher level, the first move is basically a test of both sides, and they will not go all out, unless they can ensure that they can defeat the enemy with one move, otherwise once the move is old, it will not be able to change the move, and it will definitely fail.

The master duel is actually more of a mentality, who can be more calm and not make mistakes. When martial arts practice reaches a certain level, the moves have formed an instinct, just like talking and walking, and move as you like.

In the real master duel, the victory or defeat lies in an instant, and whoever can take the lead in grasping the flaws of the other party will be able to win. So the one who makes the first move, but exposes his moves under the nose of the other party earlier, and the other party will have more opportunities to find flaws and win.

Neither of them made a move, each of them took up a defensive posture and could strike a fatal blow at the other at any time. They were all solemn and cold, and no one did not speak.

Zhang Jiujiu is a T-shaped step, as steady as Mount Tai, welcoming guests with his front hand and holding the moon with his back hand. A posture that can fight tigers on the mountain and catch dragons when you go to the sea, is extraordinary.

Miyamoto Masahiro stepped in a horse shape, his legs were more open than Zhang Jiujiu, he squatted slightly, his legs were slightly arched, his upper body was straight, and his two hands were clenched into fists. I don't know, I thought he was boxing.

Both of them stared at each other with their eyes, trying to see the intent in each other's eyes. But both of them are martial arts masters, and they only have indifference in their eyes, and there are no moves. Neither of them could see the flaw in each other's eyes.

Time seemed to stand still, the cars around seemed to disappear, and the pedestrians seemed to be hidden. There are only two people left in the world. There are no high-rise buildings, no traffic lights, no zebra crossings, only Wutai.

The two of them stood for a few minutes, a few minutes, but it seemed like centuries. The two of them seemed to be calm, but it was more like they had already played against each other for hundreds of moves. Beads of sweat dripped from the corners of Miyamoto Masahiro's forehead, and sweat also oozed from Zhang Jiujiu's nose.

Just as they were about to make a move, there was a whistling of police cars, and the sound of alarm bells rang.

Hearing the sound of the police car, Miyamoto Masahiro's heart sank suddenly. The consulate staff reminded him not to be taken away by the Chinese. Could it be that these police officers are coming against themselves?

Actually, he can carry it a little. The police had already reported it, and the person who called the police saw three drunk young men running through the middle of the road, afraid that something would go wrong, and he was not sure that he would be able to dissuade the drunk, so he called the police.

It's been a long time since that enthusiast called the police. The reason why the police have arrived now is because they had no plans to go to the police. There are so many such drunks, can they manage it?

It's just that the calls to the police came one after another, all of which were the same thing, and the police arrived slowly and leisurely. But it happened to appear that Zhang Jiujiu and Miyamoto Masahiro were facing each other at a white-hot stage.

The police car pulled up on the side of the road near the consulate's car. A policeman who looked like a leader opened the car door and stepped down. As he opened the door, he shouted, "Who called the police?" ”

"It's me, it's me," a thin middle-aged man walked out of the newsstand, trotted all the way to the police car, and said, "It's those three people, drunk, dangling in the middle of the road." I was afraid that something would happen, so I called the police. ”

"Let's go, come with us and have a look." The police leader didn't ask too much, he gave the order directly, and then walked in the direction of the three people. A policeman also got out of the driver's seat in the police car and followed the two.

"What are you doing here? Got into a car accident? As soon as the police leader came, he saw He Jinfa, covered in mud, and holding his arm with his hand, and the first thing he thought of was that he was hit by a car.

"Nope." The driver of the Japanese consulate flatly denied it. Although the embassy car has some privileges, China's traffic rules apply to them as well. If his driver's license is revoked because of this, it will be even more unjust than Dou E.

"So what's going on?" The police leader pointed to He Jinfa's arm and said.

"Oh, they seem to be fighting, and I can't see it when I'm far away. But they were heard arguing. The kiosk owner who called the police just now said.

"Fight, go back to the police station with me to record a confession." The police chief said to a few people.

When the police came just now, they knew that they couldn't fight today. Zhang Jiujiu took a look at He Jinfa's injuries.

"Mr. Policeman, I'm Japanese, and I have important business to go to the consulate, so I can't go to the police station with you." Masahiro Miyamoto hurriedly stepped forward and said.

Just kidding, because so many drunks stopped the car and were going to the police station? Who knows what else will happen? He is also a thief, where is he willing to go to the police station to record any confession?

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but we are also routine, and I ask you to take care of it. Come back to the police station with us. The police chief said lightly.