Lieutenant Fujita was furious, and after a long time, he turned out to be a Shina, and he actually slapped himself twice by pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and the lowly Shina insulted the soldiers of the Japanese Empire in public, which was a thing that could not be tolerated under any circumstances.

"Hachigaya Yalu @#¥%&*" Lieutenant Fujita scolded, but the Japanese vocabulary is poor, and it is a few words such as Yagaya Lu over and over again, which is nothing more than whose voice is louder, but compared to the voice, he can't compare to the hateful Shina.

Chen Zikun held a wine glass in one hand and crossed his waist with the other, full of authentic Kansai accent, spitting stars flying sideways, and the scolded Fujita Heng opened his mouth and couldn't return his mouth.

Everyone in the dance hall hid their mouths and snickered, a Japanese officer, but was scolded by a Chinese in Japanese and could not speak, what a funny thing, and then linked to the shame of the Japanese at the Paris Peace Conference, it made people feel even more similar.

"It's just that Japanese people can't speak English well, and they can't even speak the language of their own country." Lin Changmin said lightly, which immediately caused a burst of laughter around him.

Lin Huiyin asked in a low voice, "Dad, does this person speak Japanese very well?" ”

Still his daughter understands herself, Lin Changmin nodded slightly: "His Japanese is quite authentic, if he just listens to it, he will definitely be considered Japanese." ”

Lin Changmin had studied at Waseda University in Japan for seven years, and his Japanese level was croaking, and his words were naturally very convincing, Lin Huiyin and Lin Wenjing looked at the Chinese young man who was scolding the Japanese officer, and couldn't help but be in awe.

There were many officials and scholars who stayed in Japan at the scene, and they all nodded secretly, thinking that this young man must also have the experience of staying in Japan.

If they knew that this young man's fluent Japanese had learned from a Japanese deserter in the den of horse thieves in the Kanto region, they would have been shocked.

Several of Lieutenant Fujita's companions surrounded them drunkenly, they were all wearing military uniforms and wearing sabers, which were originally intended to be stored in the cloakroom on this occasion, but the military swords of the Japanese Empire did not leave their bodies, so they all carried them with them, and now their eyes were red, and their hands were pressed on the hilt, and there was a great sense of slashing this daredevil.

No one stepped forward to persuade them, and the people in the social circle like to be lively, and the Europeans and Americans have always been friendly to the disputes between the Japanese and the Chinese, so the European and American diplomats present are also waiting to see the changes, and the manager of the hotel is anxious and tries to come forward to dissuade him, but he is frightened back by a sharp look from the Japanese.

Xiao Shunzi is now completely crazy, shrinking in the corner and not daring to take his head, he is now hopeless about his prospects, anyway, the job is definitely going to be smashed, the only thing he hopes is that the disaster of Da Kunzi will not be too big, and the blood splash will not be good.

A few days ago, the Chinese diplomat Gu Weijun made a splash at the Paris Peace Conference, and their Japanese diplomat, Baron Makino, was embarrassed by his lame speech, so these diplomats were happy to take revenge on their own.

"Bastard, I'm going to duel with you!" Lieutenant Fujita took advantage of Chen Zikun's scolding for being tired of drinking water, and suddenly yelled.

"Okay, just wait for your words, Lao Tzu will accompany you to practice today." Chen Zikun threw away the wine glass, took off the dress and blouse, and tore off the curtain cloth that was used as a scarf.

There was a whisper in the ballroom, people who knew Japanese translated their conversation into various Chinese languages, gentlemen's eyes widened, noblewomen clutched their chests and shouted My God, and small fans shook quickly.

Today, in the twentieth century, it is a blessing that you can still see the scene of a duel, and everyone feels that today is not in vain.

However, some Chinese secretly say that China is a weak country, not only is its national strength weak, but even the quality of its citizens is far inferior to others, and the physique and barbaric spirit of Japanese soldiers are well known to the whole world; these semi-civilized guys, bathing in cold water in winter, like to eat raw fish, and when they are frustrated, they will use a knife to cut open their belly, how can I, a humble gentleman in China, be able to defeat the Japanese soldiers armed to the teeth.

But some Europeans and Americans, who feared that the world would not be in chaos, had vacated the place, and a large open space had been opened in the center of the ballroom for them to duel, and the musicians had spontaneously played Spanish bullfighting songs.

"If you apologize now, I can consider forgiving you." Lieutenant Fujita glanced at Yao Yilei, who was trembling next to him, and felt that it was better to show some gentlemanly demeanor.

Before Chen Zikun could speak, Yao Yilei had already jumped up: "Resolutely don't apologize, beat him to death!" Kill this little Japan. ”

Fujita Heng was furious and glared.

Yao Yilei hurriedly hid behind Chen Zikun, revealing a small head and making a contemptuous face at Fujita Heng.

"Madam has spoken, and she can't apologize, so don't give yourself a way out." Chen Zikun also hugged his arms and sneered.

Fujita Heng felt a little fever on his face, he quickly took off his short jacket, took off his saber and sheathed it in his hand, and pointed at Chen Zikun: "You can choose a weapon." ”

Chen Zikun said to the people in the dance hall: "Who borrowed a sword from a brother." ”

"Me!" The Beiyang admiral who had greeted Chen Zikun rose in response, walked quickly to the cloakroom and took his sword.

Everyone recognizes that this is the hottest figure today, General Xu Shuxu, deputy director of the Beiyang Army Department, and the chief think tank and general of the Duan Supervision Office.

Xu Shuzhen took the sword and threw it to Chen Zikun in the air: "Take the sword!" ”

Chen Zikun caught it, pulled out a section of the sword, and couldn't help but praise: "Good sword!" ”

The general's saber is naturally extraordinary, with a hilt entwined with gold wire, a body with exquisite etchings, a scabbard made of stainless steel, and a layer of warm cowhide on the outside.

Fujita Heng slowly drew the knife out of the sheath, although his saber is also a Western-style command knife in appearance, but it is completely different in nature, it is the blade of the Japanese sword with the Western-style knife outfit, although the Fujita family is not a family, but it is also a samurai, this knife was handed down by his great-grandfather, and there is even a name, called Kikuto Maru.

The companion brought a glass of spirits over, and Fujita Hiroshi tightened his cool face and poured the liquor on the blade, and the crisp drink flowed down the sharp blade, giving people a gorgeous and cruel feeling.

"This knife is ready to see blood." Some whispered.

Lin Wenjing couldn't help but grab Lin Huiyin's hand, she sweated for the uncle she just met.

"It's okay, we'll win." Although Lin Huiyin was a few years younger than Lin Wenjing, he was much calmer, and gently patted her sister's palm to comfort her.

Seeing that these Japanese looked like they were in trouble, Yao Yilei, the initiator of the whole incident, couldn't help but be a little scared, and raised her toes to bite Chen Zikun's ear: "If you can't beat it, let's run, my car is outside." ”

Chen Zikun didn't speak, and squeezed his eyes at her.

Yao Yilei only felt her heart beat wildly.

Hiroshi Fujita has already pulled up his stance, holding the knife in both hands, his feet are spread back and forth, and the standard Japanese kendo is in a position.

Chen Zikun also pulled out his sword, and played a few sword flowers very casually, and some people who had a little study of Chinese martial arts at the scene couldn't help but be surprised, isn't this the Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship of the Wudang faction!

"Let's make a move." Chen Zikun hooked his hand at Fujita Heng.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~h

Lin Wenjing closed her eyes and didn't dare to look, but Lin Huiyin stood on tiptoe with wide eyes, for fear of missing any details.

Xiao Shunzi hid in the corner with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, a cross around his neck, and kept chanting, Buddha God Taishang Laojun Guanyin, bless Da Kunzi don't have an accident.

Seeing Fujita Heng rushing over, Chen Zikun wanted to seal his throat with a sword and slash him, but after thinking about it, because it was not good for Xiao Shunzi's work to be affected by a cheap life on this dog day, he made a decision in a flash of light, and with a stumble, Lieutenant Fujita immediately fell and ate shit.

It's no wonder that today's Japanese soldiers, the study of kendo is not as good as before, their energy is mainly focused on gun shooting and staff business, cold weapons at most to practice some assassination techniques, although Fujita Heng is not drunk, but it does not mean that his mind is very clear, people drink alcohol, the reaction ability must be much worse than usual, so it is not surprising that Chen Zikun fell for the move.

Chen Zikun would give him a chance to get up, kicked the knife in Fujita's hand, and then stomped on his back.

"Yaga, what has the way of the sword become abandoned, you want to challenge me with your little ability, you realize!"

Fujita Heng was speechless when he scolded him, he really lost and lost.

A burst of thunderous applause broke out in the dance hall, although there was no wonderful sword fighting scene, but the outcome of one move to defeat the enemy also met everyone's expectations, Chinese, Europeans and Americans applauded, but the faces of several Japanese diplomats turned blue.

"Hey, you can do it." Yao Yilei jumped excitedly, looking at Chen Zikun's eyes, there were almost little stars.

"Small." Chen Zikun squeezed his eyes at Yao Yilei again, in fact, he laughed at her for not recognizing herself, but it made Miss Yao have another ambiguous feeling.

The trouble is not small, and if you continue to make trouble, your identity will be exposed, Chen Zikun picked up his coat and prepared to flee the scene, when he unfolded the dress and put it on his body, Yao Yilei was simply going crazy, this wind-like man was really handsome beyond imagination, his waist was so flexible and powerful, his legs were so long and strong, and his eyes were so bright and cynical.

Miss Yao, who has always been fascinated by others, is now also fascinated by others.

Chen Zikun put on his coat and threw the sword back to Xu Shuzhen: "Thank you, Your Excellency General." ”

As he was about to leave, the hotel manager approached him, surrounded by several Japanese diplomats and Indian guards.

"Sir, may you take a look at your invitation?" The British manager said politely.