This Chinese restaurant is not unlike the Chinese restaurants that Chen Jianqiu has seen elsewhere in the United States.

The restaurant has two floors, the first floor is the lobby, and the second floor is the cubicles and private rooms.

The floor of the hall is covered with brown oak floors, and a number of round tables are placed in turn.

The counter is at the top of the stairs, and the shopkeeper is standing inside.

There is a statue of a Bodhisattva on the wooden cabinet behind him, what kind of Bodhisattva it is, Chen Jianqiu can't tell it, because the face of the statue has been blurred by time, and most of the oil paint on the outer layer has fallen off, leaving only the white glaze.

But what is strange is that the owner of the restaurant has hung a picture of the crucifixion on the wall next to the cabinet, and there is actually a desk with an incense burner on it.

This nondescript combination made Chen Jianqiu really a little incomprehensible.

"Is the owner of this shop a Protestant?" Chen Jianqiu asked He Kuan beside him.

"No, at least I haven't seen him in church." He Kuan shook his head, "Maybe I think I have to follow the customs, where people go to worship the gods, in his opinion, it is not wrong to worship more." ”

The shopkeeper was obviously familiar with He Kuan, and after seeing him walk into the door of the restaurant with a strange Chinese, he greeted him:

"Mr. He, what do you want to eat today?" The shopkeeper asked respectfully.

He Kuan looked at Chen Jianqiu.

"Two bowls of shark fin rice, stewed bamboo shoots, and a plate of sweet sauce with pork." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the menu hanging behind the counter.

"You really have an eye, and if you're lucky, there are just two bowls of shark fin left, so I'll let the kitchen make it for you." The shopkeeper said with a smile, "But the sea was stormy two days ago, and this shark fin is also expensive." ”

"No problem, you just take care of it." Chen Jianqiu said.

Since I have money, there is an advantage, that is, I no longer have to look at the price when ordering food.

He patted He Kuan's shoulder very intimately: "I have a treat today, and you don't have to pay." ”

"How can this work, we invited you to come, how can we make you pay." He Kuan hurriedly waved his hand, "I am the host, and you are a guest." ”

While the two were still talking, the four Japanese sitting at a table at the edge of the hall suddenly muttered something.

Chen Jianqiu's gaze swept over.

These four people, both in their dress and behavior, are very typical Japanese ronin.

During the Tokugawa shogunate, the samurai class held the power of the country, but after the Meiji Restoration, the government revoked the privileges of this class, and the samurai class collapsed, and the low-level samurai began to wander around and become ronin.

These people were not very popular at home, and the Japanese government simply sent them abroad, and became the vanguard of expansion and aggression.

The four men were dressed in kimonos and had clogs on their feet.

They all wore long knives at their waists, one for the other three, and the one sitting by the door, dressed in navy blue, wore two swords, one long and one short.

A knife, a co-errand.

The man who appeared to be the leader of the four had a proud expression, a little bald on the top of his head, and the rest of his hair was braided and stuck behind his head.

"What are they talking about?" Chen Jianqiu asked He Kuan.

"They're calling us hypocritical." He Kuan walked to a round table that was still empty, and whispered to Chen Jianqiu, "The people of the Xuanyang Society, on the surface, are civil associations, but they are actually organizations planted here by the Japanese military headquarters. ”

"How can they end up in a Chinese restaurant?" Chen Jianqiu picked up the kettle on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

"The one who wears navy blue clothes, called Yamada Xiang, is one of the 'Four Heavenly Kings' under the president of the Genyosha Society, and he is very fast with his hand, and his hobby is to taste all kinds of food, especially Chinese cuisine."

It turned out to be a foodie.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the table over there and found that there was a plate of roast goose from the open stove on it.

Shan Tianxiang flipped over the roast goose with chopsticks, took a slice dipped in plum sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

He closed his eyes and looked up, took a deep breath, and looked like he had a smooth bowel movement, enjoying it very much:

"Yo Xi!"

Chen Jianqiu couldn't stand it a little, he turned his head and continued to ask, "Who are the remaining three people?" ”

"One is Kunihiko Yoshioka, who is blind in one eye, but he is one of the few Japanese ronin in Hawaii who makes a good gun, likes to drink, and was a killer before, specializing in killing people for people, and he can be found in izakaya and bars."

"The other one is called Sato Kojiro.,It seems that he was a ninja.,Before coming to Hawaii, it was said that he was a flower thief.,Pick women to start.,But after coming to Hawaii, he was recruited and controlled by the president of the Genyosha.,Sleep flowers and willows all day long.,And the chicken girls on the island have an unclear relationship.。

"The last person is called Yamamoto Haruma, a native of Okinawa, his fist and foot kung fu is very powerful, he once took people to the martial arts hall in Chinatown to smash the field, ordinary people can't help him, and he picks seven in a row, and the martial arts hall on the whole street is beaten to the point that there is still one left."

He Kuan seemed to be recalling the challenge.

"The last one escaped because of his exhaustion, and I remember what their genre was called, what 'karate'."

"He also has a hobby, that is, gambling money, often because he forgot the time and missed things by their president for gambling money in the casino, but it is said that the gambling is also very general, and he scolds people when he loses, and he scolds if he can't scold, so that few casinos are willing to receive him later."

"Hiss~" Chen Jianqiu gasped.

Eat, drink, piao, bet on the four heavenly kings? What kind of fairy figure does the president of Genyosha be?

Chatting and chatting, the guy who ran the hall had already come over with two people's shark fin rice.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the spoon and was about to start enjoying the food when there was a sudden movement at the Japanese table.

Sho Yamada sat on a stool, and one of his younger brothers hooked his hand at the guy.

The guy who ran the hall ran over at a trot.

The younger brother pointed to Chen Jianqiu's table, and even said that he had been comparing for a long time, which roughly meant that the shark fin rice on Chen Jianqiu's table was also going to be served, and their "gourmet" boss also wanted to try it.

The guy kept explaining that there were indeed only two bowls left in the store and that they were sold.

I don't know if it was because of the miscommunication, or if the Japanese man felt insulted.

He slapped the table and scrambled off the stool.

"Yaga!" The Japanese shouted and drew his sword.

Not to be outdone, the guy yelled at the back kitchen: "Someone is making trouble!" Copy guys! ”

In Hawaii at this time, these Chinese may still be relatively cowardly in front of those white people, but how can they be afraid of the Japanese?

In their opinion, these Japanese are inferior to themselves.

I just talked well because I opened the door to do business, and it was always bad to fight with customers.

But now that it's here, I'm afraid it's not okay to use force.

The guys in the back kitchen had already rushed out with rolling pins, kitchen knives and other weapons they could find.

They just wanted to reason with the guys and these Japanese, but they didn't know that the Japanese had already pulled out their katana and slashed at the guys.

Sho Yamada folded his hands over his chest and sat firmly on a stool, seemingly disdainful of participating in the fight.

The guy standing at the front was caught off guard and was slashed in the arm by the Japanese, and his arm hung down, and blood flowed.

The other guy waved his rolling pin wildly, and he was about to block the knife.

The chef wielding the kitchen knife probably knows how to use knives.

However, an inch long and an inch strong, the Japanese turned directly from behind the stool, holding the sword high in his hand, and slashed downward.

But at this moment, Yamada Sho's expression changed suddenly.

A flash of silver light burst out from his waist.

His sword came out of its sheath and slashed at a bullet that flew towards his apprentice.

With a "bang" of gunshots, his apprentice clutched his thighs and fell to the ground in pain.

Didn't cut it.

Chen Jianqiu's golden revolver spun around and returned to his waist.

If he wanted to, he could pull the gun out again at any time.

"What? Chop bullets? Chen Jianqiu glanced at Yamada Xiang, "Do you want me to give you another one for the three people?" ”

Yamada Xiang stood up, and the knife returned to the scabbard, he didn't dare to act rashly, but his mouth was still hard, and he was not very proficient in it, but he said to Chen Jianqiu in Chinese in crepe:

"It is certainly wrong for my disciple to act recklessly, but Your Excellency is inevitably too disrespectful of martial arts and uses firearms to sneak attack."

Chen Jianqiu's eyes narrowed.

The other side used to understand Chinese and could speak, although it was not very good.

He didn't notice it when Yamada Xiang was sitting just now, but after he stood up, Chen Jianqiu realized that this person was about one meter six tall, and he was a short man.

"You can't play with a knife." Chen Jianqiu spread his hands.

Yamada Sho suddenly felt that he had been greatly insulted, and his face was very ugly:

"Then let's go out and try one or two, I want to see how many catties your Excellency has!"

(End of chapter)