One of the two glass doors at the entrance of the Telford Building had been reduced to shards, and half a brick lay among the shards of glass that had spread almost the entire front hall.

"Hooligans!"

Xu Jun's face became more and more gloomy.

Werle and Randolph frowned at the devastation on the ground, a rogue mob that reminded them of the filthy and ugly Kristallnacht night.

"Get out of here with those three Frenchmen."

The hoarse voice sounded again, and Xu Jun quickly raised his hand to stop Boss Zhou, who was angry and wanted to rush out to settle accounts with the other party.

"I'm sorry to drag a couple of gentlemen into this trouble, it's me who they want to deal with, and this matter should be solved by me." Zhou Yun said with guilt on his face.

"Boss Zhou......" Xu Jun did not remove his arm.

"Didn't you hear that they were asking the three of us to go out? This is a provocation to me and my subordinates, in the face of provocation we must personally face the battle, hiding behind others is more despicable than a shameless escape, we must defend the honor of the moral officer. So, for now, please watch quietly, because this is no longer your trouble, this is our war. ”

Xu Jun straightened his neckline, pulled the hem of his suit hard, and then walked towards the door without looking back.

"Germany...... The officer ......" Boss Zhou was stunned with his mouth open.

The glass shards scattered on the floor made a crisp popping sound under the trampling of three pairs of German Army officers' ceremonial leather shoes, and Randolph stepped forward to open the intact glass door for Xu Jun, and the three invaders walked out of the hotel in a murderous manner.

The rabble, the first thing the three Germans saw when they went out was a group of rabble.

In front of the store, there are more than 20 Japanese people, tall, short, fat and thin, all kinds of models.

They were wearing British suits of different colors and styles, and they looked at Xu Jun and his party with their heads held high and their lips glared.

Xu Jun stood on the steps of the Defu Building and coldly glanced at the group of Japanese miscellaneous soldiers in front of him, just like looking at a nest of ants under his feet, and the contempt revealed in his eyes could be felt even by a fool.

Wehrle looked at the provocateurs with the same coldness, for he had never felt so disgusted with anyone since he had become the Führer's chief staff. If this group of idiots dares to shatter the good wishes of His Excellency General Willle, then they must pay the corresponding price.

The two voters, who were disparity in number, confronted each other at the entrance of the Defu Building, and the interesting thing was that few people stopped to watch.

At a time like this, the clever French would not be bothered by the fish in the pond for the sake of watching the excitement, and the German officers and soldiers in crisp uniforms felt that they had no duty to maintain public order, so everyone chose to ignore it.

"Is this what you did?" Xu Jun broke the silence first, he pointed to the broken glass door behind him and asked coldly.

"And one of you who told us to come out in front?"

Under the icy gaze of the German Führer, several Japanese standing in the front row quietly shivered.

The few southern barbarians in front of them are definitely not simple, it seems that they must have a deep background, and the French who can still maintain such an arrogant attitude in Paris occupied by the German ** team will definitely not be a small role, Fujimoto Shigeru thought to himself.

The other party's dress and manners, no matter how you look at it, should be the elite of the upper class.

The kind of coercion inherent in the superior that these French people just revealed made them feel very uncomfortable, and their performance seemed to be very poor, and if it were not for the self-esteem of the Yamato nation to support them, they would almost have caused a lifetime of shame.

Judging from the position where the three people were standing and their attitudes towards each other, the young man in the middle was the leader, and Shigeru Fujimoto was confident in his eyesight.

The man didn't look like a long-time bureaucrat, and the intelligence he gathered showed that the French government was not that young.

Speaking of which, there are quite a few young bureaucrats in Germany, and I heard that their Führer, His Excellency, is also very young, perhaps not a few years old from the Frenchman in front of him.

However, how could the German bureaucrats appear on such a food street in Paris, France, not to mention that these people insulted their doormen for no reason and obviously wanted to stand up for the Chinese, the Germans would never do such a boring thing and hurt the good feelings of both Germany and Japan.

Thinking of this, Shigeru Fujimoto came to the conclusion that this young man was either the son of a wealthy French man or the descendant of a certain wealthy family.

Fujimoto Shigeru suddenly felt that he didn't seem to need to meet this kind of person in general, not that he was worried that he wouldn't be able to provoke the other party, but that he felt that something was not worth it.

Originally, he thought that these were the French friends of the Chinese, and today they specially came to make themselves ugly. I thought that the Chinese couldn't know any big people, so I took advantage of the wine and the fact that my subordinates happened to be around, ready to give those Frenchmen, especially the Chinese who didn't know each other, a little powerful.

Of course, in private, Fujimoto Shigeru also wanted to show his ability and strength in front of the adults in his shop.

Unexpectedly, these Frenchmen don't seem to be easy to clean up, and it seems that they can only be let go this time.

However, these French will not be arrogant for a few days, the defeated nation has only the right to be enslaved, and when Japan and Germany reach an alliance, even the most noble French will have to look at their own faces, and now it is only a matter of time.

Fujimoto Shigeru began to think about whether he was looking for an opportunity to step down, there were important guests present today, don't get into unnecessary trouble for a small battle of will, it really got inextricable, alarmed those big people, if it affected the mission of several adults, then it would be difficult to atone for himself even if he had a disembowelment, this is not a joke.

The Chinese who did not know whether to live or die and these arrogant Nanbarians had the opportunity to slowly clean up, and when the adults inside reached an agreement with the German Führer, the whole of Paris, no, the whole of Europe would be their own world.

Shigeru Fujimoto felt that he was still too impatient, and it seemed that his boss's suggestion to let him hone his mind again was not for nothing.

Fujimoto Shigeru began to think about it, ready to say a few words to save some face, and then find a step to solve this matter, he always thought that knowing advance and retreat is the real smart person.

So he took two steps forward, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Xu Jun's eyes, and then Fuji Yuanmao felt like he had been slapped hard, and his whole face turned purple red in an instant, and even the green tendons on his forehead burst out.

Shigeru Fujimoto has long been accustomed to seeing hateful gazes, and in his eyes, it is definitely the glory of a samurai to make the other party look at him hatefully, because behind that gaze is often hidden fear and helplessness for himself.

He had seen that helpless and desperate hatred in the eyes of the Chinese he killed more than once, and he liked the feeling of condescending to take and take.

Shigeru Fujimoto had long been accustomed to flattering and respectful gazes, which in his eyes were the respect deserved by the descendants of a noble nation, and the humble untouchables could only look up to themselves with such gazes, and those who dared to step on this line could only atone for their sins by death.

Shigeru Fujimoto was very fond of watching the self-proclaimed foreign literati, soldiers, and bureaucrats flattering him, and the countless untouchables who knelt at his feet in order to get a word of praise from him, and seeing their shameless faces made him even more proud of being a descendant of the noble Yamato nation.

He likes to see sad eyes, and that makes him feel powerful.

He likes to see fearful glances, which can make him feel fearless.

He prefers to see his boss's affirming gaze at him, which makes him feel that his life is worth it.

However, the kind of gaze that was now in the eyes of the young Nanban was something that Fujimoto Shigeru had never seen before, and he had never even thought that someone would look at him with such a gaze, such a contemptuous ...... Gaze.

He should have been familiar with this gaze, for he himself had used it countless times to look at the Chinese bureaucrats who flattered him, with the contemptuous gaze that was like looking at a dog.

This Frenchman is contemptuous of himself, this Frenchman dares to despise himself, this lowly Frenchman dares to despise his noble self.

Shigeru Fujimoto's brain, which had just calmed down, was suddenly filled with raging anger again.

Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable, Fujimoto Shigeru secretly clenched his fists, he had never felt so humiliated.

"Yaga!"

Shigeru Fujimoto roared angrily.

The leader's sudden angry scolding surprised his subordinates, who wondered why the leader, who had always been calm and gentle-looking, had made such a gaffe in front of the public.

Fujimoto Shigeru has always regarded himself as a gentleman in front of them, not only adhering to that strict etiquette norms, but also strictly demanding that his subordinates follow the same.

Unexpectedly, after seeing these three strange Frenchmen today, this gentleman would scold them without saying a word, and he still used Japanese national scolding, which really made Fujiyuan's subordinates feel a little incredible.

"Baga, what are you still standing there stupidly for, don't you see the insult in their eyes towards us? In the face of us, the brave Yamato samurai, these Nanban people dared to use such contemptuous eyes, which was an insult to our great Yamato nation. ”

Shigeru Fujimoto was not originally a person of such impulses, otherwise he would not have been sent on a mission to Europe by his superiors.

The current hysterical outburst is entirely due to his distorted and suppressed personality for too long, the recent work pressure is too great, and he just drank a little alcohol today, as a result, after encountering Xu Jun's sudden coercion and mental vision attack, he can no longer control his emotions, and his current performance can be classified as a mild mental breakdown.

But where did his group of subordinates know this, they only knew that the leader's words were correct, since the leader said that these southern barbarians had insulted the Yamato nation, then these southern barbarians must have insulted, and looking at the leader's current mad dog appearance, it seems that the insult must not be light.

What else is polite to say, the group of Japanese rushed towards Xu Jun and the three of them with a "snort", and many of them also put their hands into their arms and took out a bright short knife.