Many of the students who came here were thinking about watching a good fight, but they all disappointed my goddess school girl.

Who would have thought that the so-called judo master, after meeting Wang Ziqiao, would fall directly to his knees?

It is indeed a coincidence, because as soon as Ozawa Ichiro stretched out his hand, he was grabbed by Prince Qiao, and those who had no martial arts foundation looked like the two of them were shaking hands, and then the Japanese knelt in front of Prince Qiao.

"liar, what are you talking about being a judo master from Japan? Bullshit, this kind of guy who kneels on the ground as soon as they meet is actually a judo master? Some students yelled, turned around and left.

Even many members of the Judo Association blushed and glared at Lu An fiercely, obviously they also knew that Lu Dao was very embarrassing.

When Yu Wei was leaving, she didn't forget to sarcastically: "Just like you, are you still qualified to challenge Brother Ziqiao?" What bullshit judo master? I think it's just a waste one, judo? Giggle......"

"Judo? Haha......"

"Judo? Hee-hee......"

Boys and girls all learned from Wang Ziqiao's rhetorical question, and after a sarcastic sentence, they looked up to the sky and smiled.

This moment made this Ichiro Ozawa, who knew a little Chinese, unbearable, and suddenly stood up and said angrily: "Baga! ”

"I'm your mother!" Some bold students scolded back: "Dongyang devil, you better go back to your devil's nest early, aren't Westerners your own father?" Why don't you learn boxing with them? You stinky fart judo, it's just a simplified version of our Chinese kung fu, I haven't learned the essence, and I actually opened the judo gym to China, and I won't fuck it off in the future! ”

"It's just, shit, what kind of bullshit judo do is you learning? It's a shame, I'm blind! "A judo member took off his practice suit and slammed it to the ground.

Ozawa Ichiro's eyes burst with murderous anger, looking at Wang Ziqiao, who was about to walk out, and shouted angrily: "Wang Ziqiao, on behalf of the Japan Judo Association, let you launch a challenge!" ”

Prince Qiao, who had already stepped out of the door with one foot, suddenly paused, turned back, and said to Ozawa Ichiro: "You represent the Judo Association? Are you really qualified to represent? You still want to fight me? ”

Ozawa Ichiro also showed a little fear when he saw Prince Qiao's sharp gaze, but in his heart, the Yamato nation will always be a level higher than this so-called Shina people, who are just a group of slaves who have been conquered by foreign tribes, so thinking about it, his self-confidence became strong again, and said:

"You insulted Judo, insulted my noble Yamato nation, but the bushido of the Yamato nation will never admit defeat to you Chinese, the lowly Shina dog, my master has also come to Shanhai City, you wait, I'll call now!"

As soon as these words came out, they offended everyone, Lu An, the president of the Parcel Association.

Although he likes Japan, his bloodline cannot be changed, and Ozawa Ichiro's words are equivalent to scolding him, and he also frowned, staring at Ozawa Ichiro very resentfully.

Instead, Prince Joe stood still, staring at Ichiro Ozawa without saying a word, as if waiting for him to call.

Ichiro Ozawa turned around, picked up his phone from the ground, dialed a phone number, and chirped and said.

But Wang Ziqiao could hear it and couldn't help frowning.

This Ozawa Ichiro seems to have sent a senior to the Prince Sanatorium to see a doctor with his fellow disciples, Ozawa Ichiro already knew that Prince Qiao was likely to be the miracle doctor of the Prince Club, but Ozawa Ichiro also had doubts, or rather, he didn't believe in Prince Qiao's medical skills at all, but the rumors from the outside world made them have to hold great hopes.

This Ozawa Ichiro had already told the other party on the phone that his so-called senior brother would also come to test Prince Qiao, and if Wang Ziqiao could really defeat them, then they might believe that Wang Ziqiao's medical skills were real.

Ichiro Ozawa put down the phone and said to Wang Ziqiao in jerky Chinese: "Your Excellency, my young lady will be here soon, but before the duel, I would like to ask if you are the owner of the prince's club?" ”

"Not bad!" Wang Ziqiao took two steps back, put his hands behind his back, and said, "You are here to see a doctor?" ”

Ozawa Ichiro nodded: "Only if you defeat us, can we pay you a million membership fees and believe in your medical skills!" ”

"Hehehe, you think beautifully, today I not only want to defeat you, but also drive you out of Shanhai City, the prince's sanatorium will not be open to devils!" Prince Joe sneered.

"Yaga ......" Ichiro Ozawa was furious.

"My Baga your mother's ......" Prince Qiao was furious, to be honest, maybe it was because he had watched too many anti-Japanese films, so what he hated the most was this word, this word was not just as simple as scolding, every time he heard it, he could think of the innocent Chinese who died tragically at the hands of the little devils in the movie.

After scolding back, Wang Ziqiao suddenly moved, pulled out a smoke-like afterimage against the ground, and instantly arrived in front of Ozawa Ichiro, raised a palm, and hit the opponent's chest.

Boom......

Ichiro Ozawa's chest cavity collapsed, and he flew upside down, hitting the wall several meters away, slowly falling, and fainting to the ground.

"Yikes!" Everyone around them screamed at the same time.

Wang Ziqiao glanced at the students around him, and just as he wanted to speak, Yu Wei stepped forward and hugged Wang Ziqiao's arm and said, "You won't beat him to death, will you?" ”

Wang Ziqiao smiled: "Doesn't he not believe in my medical skills?" I'll heal him later, and then beat him again, until he believes!" ”

"Didn't you say you wouldn't treat the little devil? What's the use of him not believing it? Yu Wei was puzzled.

"What I said just now is angry, how can I not treat the little devil? Not only do we have to look at it, but we also look at it ruthlessly, didn't our country give up the World War II reparations to the little devils out of humanity? Then I will slowly get it back in the future, and charge 1 million for people in other countries to see a doctor, except for the little devils, 10 million per year, and I have to pay it every year, if I don't pay it once, I will kick it out directly and permanently, of course, except for them, no matter how much money I give, I won't show them, so that they can get stuck? Prince Joe pointed at Ichiro Ozawa with his hand.

Yu Wei blinked and laughed: "Ten million is still too little, the little devil is very rich, why don't you just collect 100 million?" ”

"Uh, that's too much, isn't it? Wouldn't there be fewer people going to see a doctor in that case? Prince Qiao was stunned.

"It's good if you don't have it! Hee-hee, I'm kidding! Yu Wei smiled.

Wang Ziqiao twisted Yu Wei's face, then took out his mobile phone and made a call to Bai Su, telling Bai Su to raise the membership price of all the Japanese people, and asked Bai Su to start preparing for the Japanese market.

Prince Qiao's medical treatment is originally a business without capital, the Japanese do not earn money in vain, after earning, they can also be invested in China, and he believes that the rich people in the devil country should be much more than the domestic one, it is best to collect them all and make some contributions to China's development, rather than letting the products of the little devil continue to drink the blood of the Chinese.