"This is the Chinese citizen...... The quality? Standing up slowly, the Japanese warrior looked around at the customers, and at this time most of the Japanese began to echo him, either laughing or sneering, in short, looking at the two of them with obvious disdain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As one of the special administrative regions of China, Shangjing is a city with great population mobility, here, there are not only local residents of China, but also citizens of the five major countries who have immigrated for a long time, but in terms of population base, when the number of Chinese citizens is the majority, and the proportion of foreign population accounts for about half, it can be said that this is a comprehensive metropolis with very developed commerce, transportation, education, science and technology.

However, since before the Storm War, the Huaxia Kingdom has been very strict in vetting foreign personnel from the place of origin of the Japanese slaves, and only citizens with particularly important status or routine business are eligible for temporary residence certificates.

This can be seen from this tavern with the main theme of the Japanese slave style, because most of the people who come here to consume on weekdays are local Chinese residents, and there are very few real Japanese citizens.

In contrast, the vast majority of Chinese residents are here for a sense of freshness, such as today's Yang Lei and Bai Yanzhang, just because of the difference between this place and the usual modern bars, so they will appreciate the exotic customs as Bai Yanzhang said, but the latter is different, just imagine it, people in other places, they must feel lonely every festival, so the Japanese slave citizens who generally come here to drink are probably to remember their hometown.

Look at the drunken samurai again, dressed in a navy blue wide samurai uniform, with a narrow belt, a collar on the top, triangular wide sleeves, and a pair of yellow bamboo clogs under his feet.

Immediately, the Chinese residents in the hall couldn't help but laugh, and after listening to the snickering below, unexpectedly, the warrior actually played drunk, suddenly smashed the white porcelain wine cup on the table, and scolded: "Baga! You guys...... These humble Chinese pigs have no ...... Quality, lack of ...... Upbringing! ”

Hearing the other party's blunt Huaxia language, Yang Lei frowned, and the Huaxia residents in the store were also anxious on the spot, and some of them had already stood up and looked like they were about to move, eager to go up and serve with their fists and feet.

"Rubbing", although the Japanese slave warrior drank a lot of wine, but he had not yet lost his basic consciousness, and he grabbed the scimitar placed on the table.

The scimitar is unsheathed, and the cold light is flashing!

After drawing out the sharp katana, many of the Chinese residents couldn't help but start to retreat, looking at the other party's gestures and gestures, they were very afraid that the sharp blade would slash at them in the next moment, and gradually, the situation in the house began to become urgent.

As the saying goes, the soft is afraid of the hard, the hard is afraid of the horizontal, the horizontal is afraid of the dead, and if you don't even want your life, you can't go to the sky.

"Boom" twice, the sharp sound of breaking the wind resounded in the hall, and I saw the drunken warrior looking at everyone with defensive eyes, while raising his sword with both hands and saying, "Who is coming...... I'll hack whoever I kill! ”

After speaking, seeing that everyone really didn't dare to act rashly, he showed a smug smile and said disdainfully: "It seems that I guessed correctly, Huaxia people...... Sure enough, they will only be like turtles with shrunken heads. ”

"Haha...... Hahaha! ”

After a while, the drunken warrior and the very few Japanese slave customers in the hall began to look at each other and laugh, and in the entire tavern, except for Yang Lei and Bai Yanzhang, the rest did not dare to speak, and many people had even begun to secretly check out and prepare to slip away.

A pair of sword eyebrows were furrowed, Bai Yanzhang stared at the presumptuous Japanese warrior standing in the center of the hall, and whispered to Yang Lei: "The people we met this time seem to be a little tricky to deal with. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Yang Lei asked puzzled.

I saw that Bai Yanzhang's gaze was still fixed on the body of the Japanese slave warrior, and he looked at him: "You see that although he is drunk and drowsy on the surface, in fact, every step under his feet is full of regularity, and when he lands on his feet, his strength is very heavy and stable......"

"Look at what he's wearing and how he's holding the knife." Bai Yanzhang said: "I guess this must be a professional warrior, and the level is not low!" ”

Hearing this, Yang Lei couldn't help but start to re-examine that person again, the standard samurai uniform, although Yang Lei didn't know what level the color of the samurai uniform represented in the Uno Empire, but according to what Bai Yanzhang said before, he knew that the person in front of him was at least an intermediate samurai!

He had heard of the bushido class of the Japanese slave empire a few years ago, generally speaking, in addition to the quasi-samurai, there were only three kinds of junior samurai, intermediate samurai and senior samurai, which could be combined with a temporary residence law specially formulated by the Huaxia Kingdom for the Japanese samurai at this stage, Yang Lei was sure that the person in front of him must be a samurai above the junior level.

Because, in recent years, in the new laws and regulations promulgated by the Huaxia State for the Japanese slave warriors, there is a clear statement that under the junior level, including the junior samurai, no matter in any city under the jurisdiction of the Huaxia State, it is forbidden to carry hot and cold weapons, even short daggers.

It can be seen that the level of this samurai with a sword must not be low, and besides, the material of that katana does not seem to be accessible to ordinary people.

Glancing at the boss in front of the counter, Bai Yanzhang beckoned to him, and the former immediately ran up obediently.

Although the owner of this tavern is also a Japanese slave, because the ancestors had already gone through the immigration procedures before the Storm War, it was logical that they obtained the privilege of living in China for a long time, and also applied for the business certificate of this tavern through the relevant departments.

After nearly a hundred years of estrangement, this slave boss is obviously unfamiliar with his motherland, and the businessman has always adhered to the concept of customers as God, so he has not neglected Bai Yanzhang at all.

Take the latter's limited edition Revington parked at the door, the boss saw at a glance that its owner was either a son of an official eunuch or a powerful person, but he didn't want to mess with it in any capacity.

In fact, the most important thing is that he recognized the diamond suit on Bai Yanzhang's body, you know, it was carefully made by the chief designer of Booker Company for hundreds of hours......

After a few simple exchanges between the two, Yang Lei saw that Bai Yanzhang took out a few green federal shields from the inner pocket of his suit and handed them to the boss, and then, the boss took it with a glint in his eyes, and the embarrassed expression before disappeared, and he didn't know what to say to Bai Yanzhang, as if he wanted to worship the other party as an ancestor, and told everything he knew.

Hearing the tavern owner's words, Bai Yanzhang paused slightly, then waved his hand to signal the latter to retreat, and after the boss left flatteringly, he saw Bai Yanzhang look at Yang Lei in amazement, and said, "I just got some news through talking to this Japanese slave boss. ”

"It seems that this time, it is indeed a bit troublesome......" (To be continued.) )