The Japanese come as they say.

The whole of Foshan fell.

Order collapsed, and the lives of the people fell into chaos.

It is too dangerous to stay in the Japanese-occupied area. Martial arts master, hit by a bullet, the end is no different from ordinary people, the same will be hated on the spot.

Qin Zhiyong is the top master among the martial arts masters, and with his ability, it is not difficult to leave. However, to walk is to retreat, and it is a sign of cowardice. If he really leaves, Qin Zhiyong, who has finally cultivated to his current state of mind, will definitely retreat.

Being trapped in the enemy camp has great benefits for the tempering of the mind.

After thinking about it for a long time, Qin Zhiyong decided to stay!

He wants to use Foshan as his testing ground.

If you survive this calamity, maybe your state of mind will be able to reach the state of "determination".

Danger and opportunity coexist.

There is no business in the Foshan restaurant.

Qin Zhiyong, Wu Idiot Lin, and Sha Danyuan, stayed in the restaurant and had nothing to do. It's very chaotic outside, and the sand dan source wants to go out, but Wu Idiot Lin will never allow it.

"Bang."

The door of the restaurant was slammed open.

Headed by the Japanese, was a major general. He was followed by two Dazuo, and Li Zhao was also among these Japanese. Now Li Zhao is no longer a patrolman in Foshan, but a humble translator.

One of the Japanese officers spoke a barrage of Japanese. As for what he said, Qin Zhiyong didn't understand a word.

Li Zhao immediately translated to Qin Zhiyong: "Sato Dazuo said that I heard that there is a very famous master chef in Foshan Restaurant, General Miura came to eat, and I hope that the cooking skills will not disappoint General Miura." ”

Subsequently, Li Zhao introduced Qin Zhiyong to Miura, Sato and others in Japanese. Inform them that Qin Zhiyong is the chef in the restaurant.

Sato stared at Qin Zhiyong and spoke some more Japanese.

Suddenly.

Sato pulled out his pistol and pressed it against Qin Zhiyong's chin.

Wu Zhilin respected Qin Zhiyong, and when he saw Sato pull out his gun, he immediately said loudly: "Bastard." How dare you humiliate Mr. Qin like this. It's so deceitful. ”

Qin Zhiyong stretched out his hand, stopped Wu Zhilin, and said, "Wu Zhilin, don't be impatient." I can still bear this grievance. ”

If Wu Idiot Lin had a conflict with the Japanese, he would definitely suffer. Maybe you'll be shot dead.

Now is not the time to be reckless.

Li Zhao translated: "Mr. Qin, Mr. Sato said, since you are a master chef, then take out the prepared dishes." Otherwise, don't blame him for being polite. If the dishes satisfy General Miura, there may be a reward. ”

Qin Zhiyong said: "Li Zhao, you tell them that after two quarters of an hour, I will go to cook now." ”

was threatened and humiliated by Sato with a pistol, is Qin Zhiyong afraid?

Definitely scared!

But he tried to make himself appear calm. As a Chinese, as a reader, you must have a strong backbone, and you can't let the Japanese look flat.

Fear of death is human instinct. There is no shame.

Cultivation is to constantly strengthen the heart and overcome the fear in the heart.

Before, Qin Zhiyong had been thinking about what it was like to be pointed at a pistol and rifle, but now he finally realized it.

Qin Zhiyong turned around and walked towards the kitchen: "Martial Idiot Lin, Sha Danyuan, you come to the kitchen to help." I'm alone, and I'm too busy. ”

There was no business in the restaurant, and the other chefs left. Now, in the entire huge restaurant, there is only one chef, Qin Zhiyong. There are also the two bosses of Wu Idiot Lin and Sha Danyuan.

Sato snorted coldly, withdrew the pistol, and put it in the holster. He didn't follow Qin Zhiyong and Wu Idiot Lin to the kitchen together. He was not afraid of Qin Zhiyong and them running.

The whole of Foshan was under the control of the soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire, and even if Qin Zhiyong wanted to escape, where could they flee to?

to the kitchen.

Qin Zhiyong began to wash vegetables.

Wu Idiot Lin looked angry and whispered, "Mr. Qin, do you really plan to cook for the Japanese?" They're just too much. I wish I could teach them a lesson. ”

Qin Zhiyong said: "Teach them? It doesn't make sense. Even if you kill Miura and Sato, you won't be able to change the overall situation. Qin Moukong has a martial arts...... Even as a martial arts master, the strength of one person is too small. But don't worry, one day, we will drive the Japanese devils out of the land of China. ”

Wu Idiot Lin said unconfidently: "Is there really such a day?" ”

Qin Zhiyong said: "That day will not be too far away. ”

Wash the dishes.

When the kitchen knife arrived in Qin Zhiyong's hands, it seemed to have spirituality.

The knife flashed.

Wu Idiot Lin and Sha Danyuan stared at Qin Zhiyong's action of chopping vegetables. Every time I see Qin Zhiyong's sword skills, it is a visual enjoyment.

………………

Wu Idiot Lin brought the first plate of dishes to the hall and placed it on the table in front of Miura.

The aroma is overflowing.

Sato glared at Li Zhao.

Li Zhao immediately understood, and said humbly: "Let's try it now, let's try it now." ”

Li Zhao asked Wu Idiot Lin to pick up the chopsticks.

The two of them took a bite of food.

Sure that it was non-toxic, Sato smiled and nodded.

Wu Idiot Lin secretly said in his heart: "The Japanese of dog days are really cautious enough." Fortunately, Qin Zhiyong did not agree to poison. ”

Miura picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, and the taste of the dish made his eyes light up. To be honest, Miura has eaten a lot of dishes when he came to China, and there have been Chinese chefs who have cooked for him before. However, this time the dish was the most special and delicious.

Ate three chopsticks dishes in a row. Miura put down his chopsticks and asked in Japanese: "Li Zhaojun, I want to know what kind of person Qin Zhiyong is." Qin Zhiyong's temperament definitely does not look like an ordinary chef. He must have other identities. ”

Sato pulled out his gun in order to give Qin Zhiyong a dismount. But Miura didn't see a bit of panic and fear on Qin Zhiyong's face. This is not something that ordinary people can do.

Li Zhao said: "Yes. In addition to being a chef in a restaurant, Mr. Qin is also a Tai Chi master. His martial arts are the top existence in Foshan. ”

Miura was a martial artist. His karate was practiced to a very high level. Now that I heard that Qin Zhiyong was a martial arts master, I immediately became very interested.

"I see." Miura said, "If I have a chance, I must exchange martial arts with Qin Zhiyong." To be honest, I have a lot of interest in your Chinese martial arts. ”

Sato sneered: "Martial arts master, how powerful can it be?" I wonder if he can avoid the bullets? All I know is that the people of China are the sick men of East Asia. ”

Sato looked down on the Chinese in his bones.

Wu Idiot Lin kept serving dishes, and he and Li Zhao had to try every dish.

The last dish was personally served by Qin Zhiyong.

Sato pulled out his gun at Qin Zhiyong and shot.

Slap, slap, slap, three shots.

The moment Sato pulled out his pistol, Qin Zhiyong sensed a huge crisis. He stared at Sato's movements, his mind raced, and judged the trajectory of the bullet.

Tremendous pressure.

Qin Zhiyong once again entered the coveted realm of "determination".

His mind was running fast, his brain was calmer than ever, and everything around him became clearer.

That feeling of being in control is back.

Qin Zhiyong made two sideways movements, avoided them in advance, and let the bullet shoot out.

It seems that Qin Zhiyong's movements are faster than bullets. Not really. It is impossible for a human to move faster than a bullet. It's just that Qin Zhiyong's thinking and eyesight are at least ten times stronger than ordinary people. Qin Zhiyong made a prediction in advance, and before Sato could shoot, he had already dodged sideways.

It's easy to say, but it's not easy to judge the trajectory of the enemy's bullets in advance.

Qin Zhiyong made two sideways movements, and after avoiding the three bullets, he suddenly sweated like rain, his brain became muddy, and his thinking turned into a mess.

Qin Zhiyong's soul withdrew from the realm of "determination".

The two seemingly slight movements he made just now consumed too much physical energy and energy. Even with Qin Zhiyong's physical fitness, he couldn't support it.

Fortunately, Qin Zhiyong did not fall into a coma this time.

Miura's face changed. The backhand gave Sato a slap in the face.

Sato was stunned.

Miura asked coldly, "Why do you want to shoot?" ”

Sato came back to his senses and said, "I just want to try, is Qin Zhiyong a martial arts master?" Unexpectedly, Li Zhaojun didn't lie, Qin Zhiyong was really a martial arts master. He can avoid bullets. ”

Miura slapped Sato again and scolded, "Yaga." If you shoot yourself next time, General Ben will kill you. ”

Sato said respectfully, "Hello." ”

Wu Idiot Lin came to Qin Zhiyong's side with an anxious face, and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Qin, are you okay?" ”

Qin Zhiyong's face was pale, his breathing was short, and his hair and eyebrows were all wet with sweat. Bean-sized beads of sweat dripping down the tip of the nose and chin. His whole person was like being drenched in a pouring rain.

"I'm fine." Qin Zhiyong had some difficulty speaking, avoiding the bullets just now, and the mental and physical strength consumed was too much. His whole person was like his energy had been overdrawn.

Qin Zhiyong handed the plate in his hand to Wu Zhilin and said, "The last dish will be served to General Miura." ”

The martial idiot took the plate calmly.

Qin Zhiyong sat cross-legged on the ground, regulating his breathing and relaxing his body and spirit. He was so tired and needed a break.

Miura walked up to Qin Zhiyong and spoke a series of Japanese.

Don't wait for Li Zhao's translation.

Qin Zhiyong said calmly: "General Miura, you are a high-ranking officer of the Japanese War Department, I don't believe you don't understand Chinese. If you have anything to say, just say it in Chinese. No beating around the bush. ”

Miura bowed to Qin Zhiyong and said in Chinese, which he was not very proficient in, "Mr. Qin's martial arts are really admired by Miura. Martial arts master, Mr. Qin deserves his name. I hope that Mr. Qin can teach Miura Chinese boxing, and at the same time, I want to hire Mr. Qin as the chief martial arts instructor in our army. ”

Sato's shooting ability, Miura knows, not to say that he is a sharpshooter with a hundred shots, but it is much stronger than ordinary soldiers.

Qin Zhiyong dodged Sato's bullet and shocked Miura. Miura didn't expect that Chinese martial arts could make people so powerful.

It's incredible.

Qin Zhiyong said: "General Miura's kindness, Qin Mou understands it. I can't learn my martial arts boxing, you Japanese. ”