In the restaurant, only Tang Yi and the three little devils surrounding him remained.

As a Chinese gentleman, especially a Chinese soldier, I can't forget the hatred of the past.

Even in modern times, the little devils who are full of blood debts never reflect, but make difficulties everywhere, forming the first island chain and trying to blockade China.

Fortunately, China's rise is unstoppable, and its powerful navy has broken through the so-called first island chain.

But every time, the little devils will continue to shout, especially the Jing-Japanese elements they secretly support, and they even make remarks to slander China.

This kind of hatred is integrated into the blood.

So don't say that these little Japan are extremely arrogant now, even if they are respectful, Tang Yi will not look at them squarely.

But these guys are blatantly provoking themselves, and they are simply asking for hardship.

"Boy, I wonder if you have itchy skin?"

The three of them surrounded Tang Yi, and they were obviously dissatisfied with their short height while stepping on the clogs.

With his nose facing Tang Yi, his right hand was placed on the long blade on his waist.

"It's a little itchy, but it's not the itchy skin, it's the itchy hands, are you going to stop the itch for me?"

Still holding chopsticks, Tang Yi said with a sneer.

Judging from the way they walk, these three guys are just third-rate guys.

With such skills, he dared to feel uncomfortable with himself, he was really looking for a fight.

"I see you looking for death!"

Tang Yi's disdain and arrogance completely angered the three of them.

One of them, a slightly bald little devil with a mustache, was the first to turn his face.

As he spoke, he was about to draw a knife with his right hand, but at this moment, the chopsticks in Tang Yi's hand had already moved.

"Poof! Yes! ”

With a scream, Tang Yi's chopsticks were stuck on the back of his hand.

Blood gushed out, his face was pale in pain, who would have thought that a pair of chopsticks would be more vicious than a knife.

"Play with the knife, I am your ancestor!"

Tang Yi reached out with his right hand, directly pulled out the Oriental knife on his waist, and swung it back, directly blocking the guy who pulled out the knife from the side and cut it towards his back.

At the same time, he kicked back with his right foot, flipped the table with his left hand, and blocked the knife of the other person with the table as he kicked the person behind him.

There was an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and he encountered these flies on a rare vacation, and he just happened to relieve his boredom.

It's just a round, and the high and low are immediate.

With the knife in his hand, Tang Yi took his wrist, and the knife flowers pounced on the bald mustache just now.

"Ahh

But when he saw the light flickering, the little devil was so frightened that he closed his eyes directly.

He couldn't dodge, but he only felt his pants get wet.

Immediately after that, there was the whistling of blades and the screams of two companions.

But he really didn't dare to open his eyes, because it was too scary.

Until he was kicked in the chest, he fell to the ground again, knocked over the table behind him, and opened his eyes screaming in pain.

"Hey, you dare to hold such a fast knife with this ability?"

Tang Yi sneered and stood not far away, the long blade in his hand directly against his throat.

At this time, he was already bald, and the hair on his head was cut off a lot, and the originally loose robe was pierced through many holes.

Covering his nose, Tang Yi looked disgusted, this kid was already scared to pee his pants.

As for the other two guys, they were no better, their clothes were pierced, and they were covered with red marks all over their bodies.

This is all cut by the back of the knife, if Tang Yi wanted to kill them, I am afraid they would have been killed on the spot.

"I'm sorry! I have eyes! I was wrong! Please, hero, let me go! ”

Sensing the imminent death, the mustache sat down on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

"Didn't you just say I had itchy skin?"

This is really something in his bones, when he is arrogant, he can't wait to be a father, once he is cowardly, everyone in the world is his father.

Tang Yi sneered and patted the little devil's face with the back of the knife and asked.

"I was wrong, my skin was itchy, I owed a beating, so I came to find someone to beat, please spare my life, I still have an old mother to support at home."

The mustache knelt directly on the ground, and tried to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Since the skin is itchy, then slap your own mouth, twenty mouths, as long as one of them is not forced, I will cut off one finger of you, ten fingers are not enough, I will cut off your ten toes, and make you become Doraemon."

Tang Yi sneered, and at the same time pointed at the other two little devils with a knife.

"Yes! Be! Be! ”

Tang Yi's horror was felt by the three of them.

Now they still have the slightest dissatisfaction there.

He slapped his face and slapped it in the face.

The crackling mouth really shocked Tang Yi.

These guys are really themselves.

After beating twenty mouths, the faces of the three people were swollen into pigs' heads, the corners of their mouths were bleeding out, and they tried their best to squeeze out that distorted smile at Tang Yi.

"Are you still satisfied?"

The tone of his voice changed, and the mustache knelt on the ground and asked honestly.

"Very satisfied, very satisfied, get out."

Tang Yi looked at the three little devils with loose teeth in their mouths.

These mouths are really hard enough, if they are doing it, I am afraid that their lives will not be guaranteed.

"Yes! Yes, yes! ”

If they were pardoned, the three got up and ran.

I can't wait to have two more legs, and I rushed out of the restaurant in a blink of an eye.

All that's left is a mess and a few waiters hiding behind the bar.

"The loss here is mine, how much?"

Tang Yi looked at the broken chopsticks, at least he had to pay for it.

So he waved his hand and called the trembling waiter and asked.

"You're Chinese, right?"

But I didn't want this young boy to speak standard Chinese.

"Yes, they are all Chinese, can you get a discount?"

Tang Yi smiled and nodded, he communicated with the little devil in English all the way just now, and he didn't expect to be recognized.

"It's not a matter of discounts, you run quickly, hide and don't be found."

The waiter in his twenties looked at Tang Yi worriedly, and he came over to remind him that it was entirely because the other party was also Chinese.

"Why? Will they still retaliate? With such a good color, the consequences of ten more are the same, be tough, especially we Chinese, we must not be shrinking our heads. ”

Tang Yi smiled and patted the waiter's shoulder and said.

"They're not scary, because they're just minions, and their boss is scary, I'm afraid they'll go back to find someone now, you go quickly."

The waiter looked anxious, but this is a cruise ship, where is Tang Yi going in the vast sea.

"What's the big deal about the boss, don't worry, I can handle it, if he dares to come, I dare to let him go out sideways."

Tang Yi shrugged his shoulders and said with an indifferent expression.

"You don't know, their boss is really powerful, his knife can split bullets!"

When he said this, the waiter's face was obviously frightened, and it was a myth to split the bullet.