PS: 720-degree turn somersault for Sanjiang ticket!

The elevator soon reached the second floor, Fujita Takegang walked out of the elevator room with apprehension and excitement, and couldn't help but stop, very solemnly tidy up the suit and tie on his body, and then walked towards the end of the living room.

The two subordinates who followed behind couldn't help but wonder when they saw Fujita so nervous, why did the chairman become so concerned about his clothes today?

Could it be that someone from the headquarters is here? Or, which lady came to date the elder?

Of course, they didn't know that the identity of the person Fujita was going to see at this moment was simply not something they could imagine.

Guo Qingyang sat on the sofa in the reception room, and after waiting for less than three minutes, he heard a rapid footstep in the corridor outside.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't stand up, but continued to sit in the presence of the old god, and picked up a cup of tea on the table in front of him, and took a sip of it.

The door was pushed open, and then Fujita, who had a bright smile on his face, walked in, stretched out his right hand towards Guo Qingyang from a distance, and his back, which was not high, was slightly bent forward.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Boers, it's a great honor for me to be here!"

Guo Qingyang ignored his outstretched right hand, didn't even stand up, just glanced him up and down with slightly suspicious eyes, and asked:

"I'm going to see Fujita Takeko, who are you?"

"Yaga-"

Seeing Guo Qingyang so arrogant, the two entourages behind Fujita Takegang immediately couldn't help it, and they were ready to rush up with an angry reprimand.

Fujita Takegang suddenly broke out, turned around and slapped two attendants in the face, and roared in a low voice: "Bastard, here is your share of talking? Get out! ”

"Hey!" "Hey!"

The two attendants immediately fell silent, bowed in unison, and retreated out the door.

A smile bloomed on Guo Qingyang's face, he stood up with a light slap, looked at Fujita Takegang and said:

"Hahahaha, I've heard that you Japanese people are of a strict class before, and it's true when I saw it today. Mr. Fujita, introduce myself, I'm Hunter. Bools, patriarch of the Boers family in New York. ”

Speaking of this, Guo Qingyang showed a hint of arrogance on his face, and continued in a reward-like tone:

"I came to you today, in fact, I have a big business to talk to you, I don't know if you are interested?"

"Damn the Yankees! Arrogant and impudent white pig! ”

Fujita Takegang cursed the white man opposite countless times in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that this was the territory of the United States, he would definitely give this guy who didn't know what to do to have a good look!

However, the situation is stronger than people, and the other party is here to deliver business to his door, so Fujita Takegang can only force a smile on his face, and ask with a little flattery:

"It's an honor for us to be able to work with the Boers family, I wonder what kind of business Mr. Boors wants to work with us?"

"Haha, it's definitely a good business, I think Mr. Fujita will definitely be interested!"

Guo Qingyang snorted again, and inadvertently took a few steps towards Fujita Takegang, and then the whole person was like a ghost, directly crashing into Fujita Takegang's arms, and a right palm seemed to come out of the nine shadows and imprinted towards Fujita's left chest.

Fujita Takegang still had a humble smile on his face a moment ago, but in the face of this sudden scene, his facial muscles instantly stiffened, and his body naturally retreated sharply towards the oblique back.

In this retreat, Fujita Takegang used almost all the strength of his body, and other than that, he had no ability to react at all, such as shouting loudly and the like.

"Hey, you little devil is not weak!"

Guo Qingyang was very surprised, his ambition to win the palm actually asked Fujita Takegang to dodge!

You must know that no matter who Guo Qingyang is facing, he has never considered preserving his strength, no matter what the other party's cultivation strength is, he has always gone all out, not to mention that he is an ordinary martial arts master, even if he is an ordinary Qi refining period cultivator, if he is not prepared, he must take it firmly.

However, at this moment, this Fujita Takegang, who doesn't look amazing, can dodge his own attacks without permission in such an unprepared situation, and he is really not very human!

Because he was too surprised in his heart, Guo Qingyang naturally said a sentence in his native language.

After Fujita Takegang dodged Guo Qingyang's palm, he almost exhausted all his strength, and when he heard Guo Qingyang's words again, his eyes widened, and he had only one thought in his heart at the moment, that is-

The person in front of him is definitely not Hunter. Boers!

Because it is impossible for an American born and raised to speak such a round Chinese language, let alone subconsciously call the Japanese little devils!

Only Chinese people will behave like this!

However, this guy in front of him is clearly a typical white face, how could it be-

Countless thoughts flashed in Fujita Takegang's heart in an instant, and before he could control his body again, he saw that the white man opposite him had become extremely terrifyingly flexible, and he missed a palm, and immediately slapped another palm towards him.

At this moment, Fujita Takegang even flashed such a thought in his heart quite absurdly:

Amaterasu is on top, how can a big white man make such a set of actions like flowing water?

The next moment, Guo Qingyang's palm was firmly imprinted on Fujita Takegang's body, which he didn't have time to dodge.

This palm did not make any sound, nor did it show any brilliant visual effects.

It was as if Guo Qingyang had stroked his palm very "gently" on Fujita Takegang's left chest, except for the strange speed, it seemed that there was no trace of power.

However, the next moment, Fujita Takegang's body suddenly froze, the muscles on his face twitched, and the look in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Heartbreaking! This is one of the domineering martial arts recorded in the Nine Yin True Scripture, which can shatter the enemy's heart with strong internal force and make him die quickly.

In particular, at this moment, Guo Qingyang is using his innate true qi to control this martial art, and his power has undoubtedly gone up a notch again.

As soon as his palm touched Fujita's chest, the powerful power contained in it directly penetrated Fujita's left chest, and in an instant, his heart, and even the internal organs in his chest and abdomen were crushed into pieces.

Without the slightest pause, Guo Qingyang's figure quickly transformed, and the next moment it changed into the appearance of Fujita Takegang, and the system immediately collected the other party's memory fragments and transmitted them to Guo Qingyang's sea of consciousness.

Squinting his eyes and "checking" Fujita Takegang's memory fragments, it didn't take long for Guo Qingyang to find the real culprit behind the gunman's siege of him this time.

"Hehe, it turned out to be his ......"