The middle-aged man surnamed Jiang ignored the words of the blue fat man, took a cup of tea and tasted it by himself, and then leaned back on the chair and put on an appreciative posture.

"I'm Japanese, Yokoe Hanada, thirty-two years old, sumo wrestler."

This Japanese man can actually speak fluent Chinese, and he can't give himself a brief introduction, and then, with his hands folded around his chest, looking down at the ring, giving people an indescribable huge mental pressure.

"The Hanada family?" The blue fat man gasped.

"Well, the Hanada family." A smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man surnamed Jiang's mouth.

"Hanada Family...... Questions? Tian Hong was a little puzzled by the surprise of the blue fat man, and wondered.

"Is there a problem......" The blue fat man's eyes lit up, staring closely at the huge mountain of meat in the ring.

"I want to know, tell me."

"In the history of sumo wrestling in Japan, the Hanada family can be said to be a sumo wrestling family, and there are more than 40 sumo training centers in Japan, but it is not easy to train a sumo-level wrestler. There is a saying in Japan that the lion, the king of the forest, will push his son off a cliff in order to train him. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Hanada family, which is extremely glorious in the history of sumo in Japan.

Katsuharu Hanada, the 45th Yokozuna, known as the 'ghost of the sumo ring', was almost cruel when he raised his younger brother Hanada Mitsuru, who was 22 years younger than him. Hanada once got drunk, and Katsuji Hanada beat him with a bamboo stick to the point of blood. Under this strict family upbringing, Hanada lived up to his expectations and became the first pair of brothers in the history of Japanese sumo wrestling in 1975 with his older brother......

The blue fat man gave Tian Hong a concise literacy lesson from the Huatian family.

"I didn't expect Brother Lan to know so much about the Huatian family." The middle-aged man surnamed Jiang, who had been listening quietly, showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"Hehe, there was a time when sumo wrestling was a mystery." The blue fat man laughed to himself.

"Are you sure he's a sumo wrestler?"

Tian Hong looked at the flower field Hengjiang who looked forward to Shengwei in the ring, and he felt that there was a kind of non-human power hidden in that flesh-like body, that power was incomparably powerful, and it was impossible for mortals to have that kind of power.

The only explanation is that this Hanada Yokoe is a monk.

"Questions?" The middle-aged man surnamed Jiang seemed to notice something and asked.

"It's a big problem, I think, it seems a little difficult to find the person who defeated him here, unless it's ......" Tian Hong frowned.

"Unless what?" The middle-aged man surnamed Jiang and the blue fat man asked in unison.

"Unless, Dr. Qian's manpower is out of the box, and it's just an unknown."

"Are you sure that except for Qian Lao's manpower, no one can defeat Hanada Yokoe?" The blue fat man asked.

"Sure." Tian Hong nodded.

"Where's the big head?" The blue fat man didn't seem to give up, and continued to ask.

"Twenty percent sure to win."

"Ercheng grasp the ......" The middle-aged man surnamed Jiang and the blue fat man glanced at each other and did not speak again, obviously, the opportunity of two percent is actually looking forward to a miracle, but in fact, in this kind of ring, it has always been strength, not a miracle.

The middle-aged man surnamed Jiang frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

And the blue fat man grabbed a few golden chips with a pair of chubby hands, and seemed to be indecided, hesitating something.

Ten minutes have passed, and the atmosphere in the ring is still suffocating, no one comes up to the stage to challenge, Hanada Yokoe stands in the ring with a steady look like Mount Tai, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, revealing a hint of mockery and provocation.

Inexplicably, this taunt expands over time like ripples in the water of a lake, forming a kind of contempt.

At the same time, the audience watched by this hint of mockery, like a powder keg that had been ignited, and a nameless anger spread in the air.

It's a silent contempt.

It's a silent challenge.

It's a naked insult.

This is a mental blow other than force......

This feeling, like a virus, is contagious in the air, contagious in silence, contagious in repression, contagious in anger.

The air seemed to be burning, and the fierce battle intent was as active in the air as leaping molecules.

"I'm coming!"

Five people stood up at the same time, speaking in unison.

There are three gangsters who follow the big head, and there is another person in a suit and leather shoes, sitting in the first row, who should be the bodyguard of a certain leader, and the remaining person is actually Gong Beier.

Gong Bei'er's jade face without the slightest flaw showed a hint of blush from extreme anger.

"There is no one in China...... Hanada Yokoe sighed, turned his back, and walked towards the backstage with Shi Shiran.

This act of ignoring the crowd completely infuriated everyone, and at least a dozen people rushed to the ring at the same time.

Just when more than a dozen people were rushing, a figure behind him came first.

"Little devil, you stop for the uncle, and let the uncle tell you if there is anyone in China!"

The man was a gangster who followed the big head, I saw him sprint and run from the last row, and when he was under the ring, a harrier turned over and rolled into the ring, this beautiful action immediately won the applause of the audience, even the middle-aged man surnamed Jiang and the blue fat man couldn't help but applaud.

Tian Hong couldn't help nodding secretly, judging from the actions of this gangster just now, it seemed that he had not only cultivated "Wei Ergang", but should also have cultivated other martial arts.

More than a dozen people stopped when they saw the thug flip into the ring.

This is a ring challenge, not a group fight, if a dozen Chinese beat a Japanese group, it will become a laughing stock if it spreads.

"Just you?!" Hanada Yokoe slowly turned around and looked at this short and sturdy gangster with contempt.

The gangster was actually very strong, and after taking off his shirt, the muscles exposed were quite developed, crisscrossing like tangled roots, full of power.

However, this strong-looking gangster is too fragile compared to Hanada Yokoe's mountain-like body, and it's no wonder Hanada Yokoe has a contemptuous expression.

"Little devil, when grandpa beats you all over the ground to find your teeth, you can stop calling your mother Pan Jinlian." The bastard laughed.

"My mother is not Pan Jinlian." Hanada Yokoe is a serious road.

"Oh, you don't even recognize your mother, uncle is doing well today, I'll give you a literacy lesson, do you know the four famous Chinese novels "Water Margin"?"

"Yes." Hanada Hengjiang can speak fluent Chinese, so he naturally knows "Water Margin".

"Hehe, it's good to know, back then, after Wu Song killed Ximen Qing, Pan Jinlian knew that a catastrophe was coming, so she hurriedly ran out and ran for her life, she thought, this matter was all caused by Ximen Qing, Ximen was unlucky, and fled to the east gate. In the end, you found that you had no choice but to cross the ocean and live on a small island, which is the same island where you now live.

Later, the child in Pan Jinlian's belly was born, and after a few years, the child grew up to be slender and short, she knew that this was Wu Dalang's, but what name should she give the child? Let's call Taro, his father is Da Lang, and Wu Song is Erlang. Since then, the Japanese have been called Taro, Ichiro, and Jiro, but there has never been one called Dalang Erlang, just because Wu Dalang is their ancestor. The figure of the Japanese is caused by Wu Dalang's genetics.

Mother and son have lived on the island for many years, the son is a teenager in a blink of an eye, the lady can't help but be lonely, play up the son's idea, finally, the mother and son have become a good thing, day and night on the island Si Ming, people on the nearby fish boat have accused, the lady scolded: 'My son is me, self-produced and sold, what do you care', so later, everyone called them 'Japanese'......"

The killing machine was rushing in the air, and the gangster was unconscious, still speaking energetically, and the people under the ring were also laughing and applauding, and this gangster helped them breathe a sigh of evil.

"Mr. Hanada, yours, understand?" The gangster looked at the iron-faced Hanada Yokoe and said proudly.

"Yaga ......"

Hanada Yokoe suddenly kicked his foot, and there was a loud "click", and the thick wooden square under the ring was actually broken by his strong foot, making a loud noise that shook the mountain, and the whole ring shook......

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