Ma Qiang's meticulous observation surprised Lin Xiuxuan, and his observation was completely consistent with his own.

"The other team leader, I think that man is familiar."

"Familiar?"

"Most of the books I have seen in a book, it should be a black and white photo, his eyes are very bright, I remember it very clearly." Ma Qiang frowned and said, as if he was still trying to think, "The photo is not so young, but ...... The eyes are exactly the same. ”

Apparently Ma Qiang's memories came from old photographs in a book he couldn't remember, and if he wasn't mistaken, this person should have been at least a well-known person who could get in a magazine.

It seemed that he couldn't remember it for a while, Lin Xiuxuan took a sip of coffee and continued to flip through the newspaper, waiting for an opportunity.

The curtain of the private room inside was lifted, and out of a large sumo wrestling as wide as a door, when the meeting was held just now, this person was introduced, and Lin Xiuxuan still remembered. It was a famous Japanese Yokozuna player named Masaji Kurobayama who, in the words of Liu Yusheng, was a god-like figure in Japan.

Sumo wrestling with a fan-sized hand patting his butt and playing a brand, humming a little song in his mouth, staggering to the toilet, catching a glimpse of Li Xianglan at a glance, a happy look on his face turned around, and then he forgot about urinating.

For a while, he was full of wine and courage, pressed over from behind like a mountain, and hugged Li Xianglan under all the dumbfounded gazes.

Lin Xiuxuan was facing away from them, turning up the audio, trying to eavesdrop on the sound inside the wall, a high-pitched, high-pitched, high-pitched female voice that was amplified by the gain amplifier several times the power, instantly crossed his brain, and his right ear with the monitor was instantly deaf.

Lin Xiuxuan grinned and threw down the newspaper, fortunately, no one noticed his abnormal and strange behavior, he turned around to check the source of the sound, and saw the 300-pound sumo wrestler, who slapped the editor-in-chief Wu Xunliu who came up to persuade him to the side. Editor-in-chief Wu had a nosebleed on the spot and lay on the ground, unconscious.

Li Xianglan took the opportunity to get out and ran backwards, she probably knew that there were 2 bodyguards from the Japanese intelligence agency behind her, thinking that she could help.

This Yokozuna player is really drunk and crazy, stumbling all the way to catch up with Li Xianglan, and scolding in his mouth: "Bastard, obviously a high sand man who grows sugar cane, and dare to block my master's way?" Obviously, although he is drunk, he can still hear his origin from Wu Xunliu's non-standard Japanese.

The two Japanese spies did not mean to protect Li Xianglan, on the contrary, one of them actually laughed obscenely, and then shouted at the sumo wrestler: "She's here, come here." ”、

Another person pushed Li Xianglan from behind and pushed Li Xianglan towards sumo, as if the goddess in the minds of the Chinese is actually a woman who can be insulted wantonly in their eyes.

Li Xianglan used a small bag to whip the sumo wrestler who opened her hand to meet her, but instead provoked the other party's bestiality, Hei Yushan then pushed away the table and chair, and rushed towards her at a faster pace, Li Xianglan dodged again, the sumo wrestler was fast, copied the hair, and pulled it hard, grabbing the coiled bun apart.

Lin Xiuxuan noticed that even in such a chaotic situation, the man and woman at the door still had no intention of moving their nests, just whispered a little and glanced at him, but unfortunately he was temporarily deaf in his right ear and didn't hear what they said. It is not difficult for him to deduce that this pair of men and women is definitely not simple, and if he and Ma Qiang continue to be so unfazed, it should be easy to arouse their suspicions.

Lin Xiuxuan threw a piece of money at the table, and then gave Ma Qiang a color and signaled to leave. He really didn't want to get involved in this superfluous matter, whether Li Xianglan was beaten or not, it was all her own fault. And he has been vaguely aware that because of his appearance, history has undergone subtle changes, in the history he knows, the queen Li Xianglan has not broken the news of being bullied by sumo wrestlers, of course, there may indeed be, but it is handled in a low-key manner, you must know that there is only one media person present, Wu Xunliu, and he is still from the Japanese side.

The two got up and came to the door, and Li Xianglan, who was wearing a cloak, was running from this side, and suddenly flashed behind Lin Xiuxuan, and grabbed his clothes. Lin wanted to get rid of it, but the woman didn't let go.

"助けてください," a pair of tearful eyes stared at Lin Xiuxuan.

She really found the wrong person, but Lin Xiuxuan made up her mind to get out quickly, of course she wouldn't save her. Lin did spend an hour looking in the mirror and combing his hair, trying to look like an old-school gentleman, but it didn't take much time to think about getting rid of a woman in danger.

"Chinese Chinese are cowards," said the sumo wrestler, smug, "you see, they won't save you, or are they ......"

Of course, Lin Xiuxuan could understand the other party's provocative words, but this moment was definitely not the time to mess around, he was not really afraid of this Yokozuna who was more than twice as heavy as himself, but the pair of men and women just a few steps away were still sitting there as steadily as Mount Tai, and their hands had been placed under the platform, he had a hunch that something was about to happen, and at this historical moment, it was best not to be there.

He got rid of Li Xianglan with all his might, then straightened his clothes, turned around and left. A poignant cry for help behind him: "Who is the ......?"

When Lin Xiuxuan walked to the door, he realized the worst thing, Ma Qiang didn't follow him.

"Speak Chinese!"

A thunderous voice echoed in the restaurant, this was Ma Qiang speaking, not to Yokozuna Kurozama Shoji, to his Northeast countrymen.

"Help...... I ......," Li Xianglan said hesitantly.

Ma Qiang moved and got in front of her. Lin Xiuxuan's mind buzzed, and he thought to himself, I really shouldn't have brought this troublesome embryo out.

Ma Qiang stood there with his head held high, facing a foul-smelling smell of wine, which erupted from the mouth of the huge sweat 2 meters away. Black Rain Mountain began to get angry, as a horizontal bar competitor, he was used to throwing everyone who stood in his way, and no one dared to stand in his way for too long. He was accumulating anger, and at the same time gave Ma Qiang 2 seconds to fart, but the other party had no intention of backing down, sumo was completely enraged, he sneered, and rumbled towards Ma Qiang.

In the distance, four Japanese agents froze in surprise; The men and women who were of unknown origin and had been expressionless all the time also showed great shock; Only the great poet of the new trend in the future, Wu Xunliu, has not changed, he is still lying on the ground, humming and chirping, unconscious.

Hei Yushan rushed to him and found that Ma Qiang was half a head taller than him, and he reached forward with his palms, trying to catch the other party. Ma Qiang is a practitioner, where is it so easy to get close, I saw him shaking with one fist, the other party was stunned, and the offensive slowed down.

The Black Feather Mountain's hands opened violently and pounced again, Ma Qiang wanted to retreat, but he touched the table and chair behind him, couldn't dodge, was hugged by the Black Feather Mountain, and then was pushed backwards all the way by the giant-like sumo, and finally hit the wall.

"Help him?" Li Xianglan begged Lin Xiuxuan on the side.

Lin sighed and shook his head, he knew that this Yokozuna was asking for his own hardships.

Hei Yushan thought that he would win, he wanted to lift Ma Qiang and throw him out, but Ma Qiang bowed hard, vacated the gap, and then jumped up, that is, one knee, and hit the sumo wrestler's ribs.

Black Feather Yamaban's big face was twisted and painful, staring at Ma Qiang, his eyes were full of condemnation, obviously this was a move that exceeded the rules. Ma Qiang pushed his chin with one palm, and his back elbow hit Hei Yushan's face directly, which was another direction that Hei Yushan usually did not guard against. Ma Qiang turned slightly from the side, opened up the space for stretching his legs, held on to the wall and half-turned and kicked the stomach of Hei Yushan, this kick may not be able to mention a 300-pound strong man if he was ordinary force, but he held on to the wall, and when he kicked out, he borrowed a lot of strength, and the yokozuna fell to the ground on his back, smashing the table, chair and bench behind him.