Chapter 7: Assassination

Jiao Zuoren, whose eyes were full of lust, drank the wine in his hand without a sound, and motioned for Lin Xiaotao to leave.

Lin Xiaotao still thought that Jiao Zuoren had not found the target to start, so he decided to give up.

But then, she felt more and more that something was wrong, how could he, who had just come to Japan, be familiar with a bar street? This kid doesn't really want to insult me, does he? I'm going to have to find a way to call the police.

Just as Lin Xiaotao was thinking about how to find an opportunity to call the police, Jiao Zuoren, who was walking in front, stopped and grabbed Lin Xiaotao's hand, and Lin Xiaotao realized that he had been taken to a dark and secluded alley unconsciously.

Lin Xiaotao couldn't think about it at this time, and struggled to get rid of it. But Jiao Zuoren didn't give her such a chance and vigorously threw her out.

"Friend, you've been following you for so long, and you haven't come out yet."

was thrown to the ground, when Lin Xiaotao was about to stand up and scold Jiao Zuoren, she saw the unserious "rich second generation" with her hands in her pockets and looked careless, and Lin Xiaotao was stunned when she heard Jiao Zuoren's words. Then I saw a figure suddenly rushing out of the darkness rushing towards me with a cold light.

A man in black stabbed Jiaozuoren with a Japanese-made short knife in his hand.

Although Jiao Zuoren had been on guard for a long time, after all, he was just an ordinary citizen before he became a capable person. In addition to playing games all day long, I am at home, so I don't have any fighting experience. It's just that the body is tilted to the right, and it can avoid this cruel knife.

"I'll make up, scare Lao Tzu, you're still a Japanese?" Jiao Zuoren, who barely avoided a knife, was shocked into a cold sweat, his waist was slightly arched, and he squinted at the strange man in front of him, which means that he knew that he had the ability, otherwise he would have run away a long time ago.

Seeing that he had failed to stab, the man drew his knife and retreated, and the knife was horizontal in front of his chest to prepare for the next attack.

Lin Xiaotao, who was pushed to the ground, was very panicked when she saw such a situation, but after all, she had lived alone for many years and had already cultivated a strong heart. He didn't scream, but took advantage of the fall to hide behind the tin box on the side. Secretly watching everything.

"Oh yes! Don't think that you can speak Japanese, Lao Tzu will too, your whole family is dead, Baga" Jiao Zuoren looked at the bright blade and panicked in his heart, but when he thought of his disgusting self-healing ability, he suddenly had some confidence.

I don't know if the man understands Jiao Zuoren's "local Japanese", so he stomped on his right foot and slashed at Jiao Zuoren with a knife again.

This time, Jiao Zuoren did not have the luck of the last time, accompanied by a sneer, and the short knife entered the abdomen.

"I'll make !! Little Japan I'll you! It hurts me to death" Jiao Zuoren was also ruthless by this painful stimulus, grabbed the blade that could not be fully pierced, and twisted his waist suddenly.

Rusi's angry eyes made the man also stagnant. In this brief pause, Jiao Zuoren snatched the knife from the man's hand.

"I'm going to fuck you! Lao Tzu is a fucking professional MT afraid that you will stab me? Jiao Zuoren gritted his teeth and pulled the knife out of his stomach. He wiped it on his body, wiped off the blood stains on it, raised his right hand with his backhand, and glared viciously at the man who was looking at him in a daze.

The man didn't have a threatening action at this time, but didn't know what to mumble a few words, turned around and ran away quickly, ignoring Jiao Zuoren, who pretended to hate the murderer.

Jiao Zuoren saw that the wound in his abdomen was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha!" Ya, you fucking cut me casually, I bring my own blood, Lao Tzu's professional MT is strong! ”

What did the man say before leaving, Jiao Zuoren didn't understand and didn't listen carefully, but Lin Xiaotao, who was hiding behind the iron box and watching everything silently, listened to it really, "Ability?" What is that? Thinking back to the man's words, Lin Xiaotao fell into deep thought.

"Hey! Beauty, don't be a cat, let's go, you have to show me the way, I didn't know the way back just now" Jiao Zuoren only then remembered the temporary translator who had just been pushed to the ground by himself, and quickly took the short knife into his arms and knocked on the iron box on the side.

Lin Xiaotao walked out tremblingly from behind the box, obviously although she was calm just now, she was actually frightened.

The two walked out one after the other, and in order to ease the atmosphere, Lin Xiaotao had to take the initiative to ask.

"Isn't this your first time in Tokyo? Why is she so familiar with this place, and you can still find such a small alley" Lin Xiaotao is very smart, she knows very well what to ask and what to pretend not to know.

"emmm, if you usually pretend to be X in a bar and make people run all over the street, you will understand" Jiao Zuoren didn't care at all that this was his black history, and he was even more excited than anyone else.

"Beauty, don't worry, you should not see this thing, everyone is Chinese, in foreign countries, they are all fellow countrymen" Although Jiao Zuoren grinned, he also understood that some things should be said clearly, and some things should not be known.

"Well, I'll see you again when I get a chance," somehow Lin Xiaotao looked at this rich second generation who disgusted him before, and felt that he was not as annoying as before.

After Jiao Zuoren followed Lin Xiaotao back to the Oman Hotel, the two said goodbye and left. At the moment when Lin Xiaotao turned to leave. Jiao Zuoren's face changed instantly.

"MMP still hurts! Why haven't you eased up for such a long time" Jiao Zuoren clutched his stomach and inhaled the cold air, and he didn't have time to hobbled towards Brother Qiao's room.