The position where Chen Jianqiu was sitting was not too particular.

He just leaned against the window and calmly looked out of the window.

Sitting next to him were He Kuan, who knew Japanese, and Li Sifu, who held his hands on his chest.

There was no one else in the room except the three of them.

This is a different scenario from the imagination of the two Japanese who came to negotiate.

They had expected that this place would be as heavily guarded as the dojo of the Xuanyang Society, at least there would be a guard at the entrance to check weapons, and then Chen Jianqiu's men would stand in a row in the room to show them their majesty.

Haruma Yamamoto had even thought about how to keep himself from losing his prestige in this situation.

But according to the current situation, it seems that some are not useful.

"Coming?" Chen Jianqiu's gaze retracted from the window, and pointed to the two empty chairs opposite the table, "Sit down." ”

Haruma Yamamoto looked at Masao Kameda.

Kameda stepped over to one of the empty chairs and sat down.

When he sat down, he didn't forget to straighten the hem of his kimono so that his thick leg hair would not be exposed.

Haruma Yamamoto saw that his chairman had all sat down, so he quickly sat down on a chair next to him.

"If you can understand Chinese, that's the best, let's say, what do you want to talk about when you ask me to meet?"

Chen Jianqiu lifted the teapot on the table with one hand, and the two fingers of the other hand lightly buckled on the base of the two upside-down teacups.

As if by magic, the two teacups flipped in the air one by one and landed firmly on the long table.

Emerald green tea flows from the mouth of the teapot and flows into the teacup in a graceful arc.

Kameda didn't speak, and Haruma Yamamoto spoke first:

"Your Excellency killed my eldest brother Master Yamada on the street, and then let my third brother Kunihiko Yoshioka die without a complete body, and then designed to go to the lifeblood of my fourth brother, I don't know how to calculate this account?"

The Great Grandmaster's preemptive strike is not that he has become fat or his brain has been pumped for a while.

It was something they had agreed on before they came.

The wicked sue first, and then test the reaction of the other side.

Of course, this kind of thing is not going to be done by Kameda.

Faced with Yamamoto Haruma's criticism, Chen Jianqiu didn't even look at him.

He held the teacup with three fingers, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the teacup swirled against the table and slid towards Kameda Masao.

Haruma Yamamoto's face changed abruptly.

He flicked up his cuffs and stretched out his right palm in front of Kame Zhengxiong, wanting to take the teacup that seemed to be very fast.

Unexpectedly, the teacup seemed to have eyes, and it stopped a few centimeters away from Yamamoto's right hand, and circled in place until it stopped.

Not a drop of the tea soup in the teacup leaked out.

Haruma Yamamoto gasped.

This grasp of accuracy, this control of strength, this technique, is really not an ordinary person.

However, before he could react, the second teacup had already flown towards him.

Haruma Yamamoto did not dare to take it lightly.

He took a sharp breath, withdrew his right hand, and stared intently at the teacup.

But it's different from the one just now.

If it was just sliding, then it was flying.

The bottom of it is not attached to the tabletop, but hangs in the air, fast and steady.

Haruma Yamamoto's hand was in the shape of pincers, and he grabbed it.

With years of fist and foot attainments, this grasp is quite accurate, and he holds the tea cup in his hand.

Just as Haruma Yamamoto was beaming with pride, a huge impact was transmitted to his hand along the tiger's mouth.

The small teacup looked more like a flying hidden weapon at this time.

Yamamoto was shocked.

If you are injured by this thing, then you will really have no face in Honolulu and even Hawaii in the future, and if you don't return to Japan, you will become a laughing stock.

His arm shrank sharply to unload the force, but the teacup flew into his hand and was still "unfinished".

Yamamoto Haruka's heart was horizontal, and he inhaled sharply, and the green tendons on his right arm swelled, forcibly trying to hold the teacup.

"Click!"

The teacup was overwhelmed, and it was crushed by him in front of Yamamoto Haruma's chest.

The tea soup boiling inside splashed the great master's body.

"Master Yamamoto, I don't like tea, and I can't break the teacup, right? It's worthless, but it's not looking for you to mess with you. Chen Jianqiu glanced at him silently.

Haruma Yamamoto put his hand under the table to hide his embarrassment.

The hot tea soup burned a few blisters on his hands, intertwined with the blood from the tiger's mouth, and dripped down his thumb.

He stared at Chen Jianqiu deadly, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

"Mr. Chen, please forgive Yamamoto for being reckless." Masao Kameda spoke.

He spoke in Chinese, his voice was hoarse, his tone was dull, and he had no waves.

"He's a martial artist, I hope you don't have the same level of knowledge as him."

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak.

He was waiting for Masao Kameda to continue the conversation.

Sure enough, Kameda picked up the teacup from the table, held it to his lips and blew it, then drank it all and continued:

"I came this time in the hope that the two sides could shake hands and make peace." He said slowly.

"Yes, but you have to compensate us twice for the damage caused by your attack on Chinatown a few days ago, including but not limited to the two warehouses on South Street, the surrounding burned houses, and the medical and mental expenses of passers-by and soldiers who were injured in the shootout later."

Kameda Masao's face was a little ugly: "We have also suffered huge losses, and we have killed a lot of people!" ”

"That's none of my business, you guys came here first." Chen Jianqiu snorted, "The condition is this condition, and you can't agree with it." ”

He crossed his fingers on the table and looked out the window again:

"It just so happens that I also like the territory of your Genyo Society, if I can, I will take you away"

He paused, and then said word by word, as if he was afraid that Kameda Masao would not hear clearly:

"One, one, hurry! Under! Sea! ”

Kameda Masao's expression was fierce, and his cheeks were rarely shaking:

"Mr. Chen, you can't insult a samurai of the Great Japanese Empire like this, we will defend ourselves and the glory of the emperor with our lives, and every remaining samurai will fight to the death!"

Chen Jianqiu sneered:

"I don't care if you and your people want to die or not, they're all ghosts under guns anyway."

"The warships of the Empire of Japan will sail here from Yokohama, and their guns will be aimed at Chinatown, and the whole street will be buried by your recklessness!" Kameda Masao said in a deep voice.

"Hahahaha!"

Chen Jianqiu seemed to have heard some big joke.

His gaze turned to Masao Kameda, as sharp as a sword:

"Come on, come one, I'll fight one!"

He knew that the Japanese battleships that Kameda Masao expected would not come at all, and if they did, with his knowledge of Kameda, he would not have chosen to negotiate here at all.

Of course, if he really wants to come, he still has a plan B.

It's just that at that time, it's really hard to say what the situation will turn out of.

Sure enough, Kameda fell into a long silence.

It was a long time before he began to speak again:

"Mr. Chen, since we can communicate without having to use an interpreter, can we talk alone?"

Chen Jianqiu really wanted to see what this old turtle was doing in private.

He waved his hand to let Li Sifu and He Kuan out, and Yamamoto Haruma also retreated.

Only Chen Jianqiu and Kameda Masao were left in the room.

Chen Jianqiu drank tea quietly, but he didn't expect Kameda Masao to stand up suddenly, bow ninety degrees at him, and even hit the tea table with his forehead:

"Chen Sang! Please help me! ”

(End of chapter)