When Li Jun pushed open the door of the private room, Mo Jin had already disappeared.

In the huge room, a table of wine and food was already cold. Nemoto Saburo, who had been waiting for a long time, slowly got up, arched his hand towards Li Jun and smiled: "Nemoto Saburo, the representative of the purchasing department of the Wasteworld Group, has met Master Li. ”

"The nose is smart enough, and the running is quite fast."

Li Jun didn't show any annoyance on his face, obviously this time the air was also expected.

After all, Zhao Qingxia was able to track Mo Jin's location in reverse through the sound transmission system of the ink attack team, so the other party would naturally be able to detect the danger in advance.

But to Li Jun's surprise, there would be someone waiting for him here.

"Master Li, did you misunderstand? There is only the villain himself from beginning to end, and there is no one else, so how can you escape? ”

Li Jun glanced at the other party up and down, recalling the other party's self-introduction just now.

"What kind of desolate group of you guys are so bold that you dare to get involved in the arms smuggling business, and you don't know that it is illegal to sell weapons in the sin area?"

"Wronged, my lord, the Wasteland Group is an honest and honest trading company, and we don't do any business prohibited by the Ming Law."

Nemoto Saburo spread out his hands and said with a smile: "We are good people, great good people." ”

Good people, what the hell

Li Jun recalled some dusty memories in his mind, and his expression became strange for a while.

"You say you're a good citizen, that's it? Get your certificate of good citizenship out! ”

Certificate of Good Citizenship. What's that?

Could it be that the new policy implemented by the Japanese people? I've never heard of it!

Nemoto Saburo looked stunned for a moment, and said with a hard smile: "There must be a certificate of good citizenship, but this time I came out in a hurry and forgot to bring it." ”

"If you doubt my identity, I have the contact information of the Xuanfu Envoy of the Japanese People's District here, and they can prove it for me."

This little widow's ability to talk nonsense with his eyes open is not bad.

Li Jun sneered, naturally it was impossible to reach out to answer the phone in Nemoto Saburo's hand, and walked to a chair and sat down.

In the palm of his right hand is a black umbrella, the slender body of which is shaped like a long knife with a sheath.

"Alright, that's all there is to it. Since you dare to stay here, you must have promised Mo Jin to help him hold me down, right? Or is your group ready to help him out of the aftermath? ”

Nemoto Saburo's lips moved, and he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Li Jun's direct wave of his hand.

"Don't talk nonsense about what you have nothing to do with Tianzhi, everyone is not a chick who has nothing to do with the world, and it is an insult to pretend again."

Seeing that Li Jun's attitude was so aggressive, Nezaburo's eyes couldn't help but pass a cold light.

"Master Li is really a cheerful person, since this is the case, then I will also open the skylight and say something."

Nemoto Saburo said: "In the final analysis, this matter is a family matter within the Tianzhi Society, and it is inconvenient for us outsiders, so we should not interfere." If you promise not to get involved, you're a friend of the Wasteworld. Treating friends, the Wasteworld Group has always been very generous. ”

"Oh? Want to bribe me? Li Jun raised his eyebrows, "Then let's talk about what conditions you can offer." ”

This vulgar reckless man! Nemoto Saburo cursed in his heart.

As a Japanese citizen who was obsessed with the culture of the Ming Empire, he was very fond of the language art of the Ming people, paying attention to seven points of speech and three points of blank space. I don't bother to talk about it thoroughly.

In his opinion, the artistic conception of 'holding the pipa and half covering the face' is the connotation that the upper class should have.

And Li Jun's straightforward way of speaking is not like this for those untouchables who do not enter the sequence.

"If we understand correctly, Lord Li, you should be at the peak of Martial Seven at the moment, right?"

Li Jun smiled: "The homework is very thorough, almost." ”

Peak Wu Xuan Qi and Wu Xuan VI are indeed only one line apart, and Li Jun is almost right.

"If you are willing to give up protecting Zhao Qingxia, the Wasted World Group can provide you with a Six-Rank Martial Arts Injector for free, whether it is a technique attack, body forging or body technique, you can choose by yourself."

Nemoto Saburo said: "This meeting gift should be sincere enough, right?" ”

The Wasteland Group actually has a six-grade martial arts injector! And judging from the words of this Wamin, there is more than one injector in their hands, but it covers all categories of martial arts sequence abilities!

It was when I was sleepy that someone handed me a pillow.

It was a fucking bonus!

Li Jun was overjoyed, after breaking the lock and Jin Order to become the Martial Order Liuzhige, he had accumulated a large number of mastery points in his hands, but he had been suffering from the lack of a six-grade martial arts injector, and he could not convert the mastery points into combat effectiveness.

But now that Nezaburo has shown himself the way, the rest is simple.

Thinking of this, Li Jun inexplicably felt that the Japanese people in front of him were no longer so disgusting, and asked with a soft smile: "Do you have any six-grade internal strength in the Wasteland Group?" ”

Thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, after experiencing the desperate plan of the ninth order, Li Jun's obsession with internal strength has reached the point of going crazy.

Nemoto Saburo looked at Li Jun, who looked excited, and a wave of contempt suddenly rose in his heart.

is another insatiable villain who sells his friends for glory, and the bloodsucking officials of the Xuanfu Division in the Japanese people's area, they are all raccoon dogs.

But then again, although he is very disgusted with people like Li Jun, if it weren't for the existence of these villains, the Wasteworld Group would not have developed so rapidly over the years.

The more moths there are, the faster this vast empire will collapse, and the more smoothly the revitalization of the Japanese people will be.

Perhaps in a few years, they will be able to turn the so-called empire itself into a sin area, and let these high-spirited Ming people become lowly sinners, tasting the pain and humiliation they have experienced.

The greed in Li Jun's eyes made Nemoto Saburo completely relaxed.

A person who has been caught by the handle of desire, even if it is a tiger, must be put around his neck and become a captive domestic cat.

"As the largest trading group in the Wa people's area, we have everything you want."

Nemoto Saburo chuckled: "But the Six-Rank Internal Power Injector is very valuable, even if we like your friend very much, Master Li, we can't give it to you for free." Still."

Nemoto Saburo's words continued, but Li Jun had already automatically ignored the rest of the words after hearing him admit that he had six grades of internal strength in his hands.

"Yes, as long as Lao Tzu copies the lair of this group of widows, won't he have everything?"

Li Jun's eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself: "Could it be that this Japanese area is still a blessed land for Lao Tzu?" ”

"Master Li, what do you mean by that?"

Nemoto Saburo heard Li Jun's self-talk clearly, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"I advise you not to toast and not eat and drink, since I dare to wait for you here, I naturally have the confidence to make you stop!"

Boom.

The umbrella in Li Jun's hand lit the floor, "Your self-confidence is the two soldiers in ambush downstairs, right?" ”

"Oh, yes, and you, a good citizen."

Li Jun's tone was teasing, and the impermanence book ring in his hand flashed with black light, "Counting you, you are a total of three soldiers and seven tiger ministers." Why, do you think you can kill me like this? ”

Nemoto Saburo said in a cruel voice: "In the martial arts sequence of the fleeing Japanese people back then, we killed a lot!" ”

"Have you pinched a few soft persimmons and made you confident?"

Li Jun smiled faintly, stretched out a finger and tapped his head, "Move your head and think about it, if you three soldiers can level me, will Mo Jin's grandson need to run away with his tail between his legs?" ”

Nemoto Saburo felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, but at this time, he was already ready to send an arrow, and he was not allowed to continue to think about it at all.

"Do it!"

(End of chapter)