When Ji Mi laughed inexplicably, the guests on the second floor were confused and confused. Although they were curious, they did not dare to disturb him. Ji Mi also laughed a few times and closed his mouth. After seeing the landlady chasing Ah Xing, he regained his mental power.

Just after he had retracted his mental power, his eyes looked down from the window, and his brows frowned slightly, and then he stretched out with a long-awaited look.

More than a dozen black cars lined up from a distance and drove quickly, but when they arrived at the Peace Hotel, slowing down, surrounding a large area of ​​streets in front of Peace Hotel, and blocking the streets that were not very spacious.

Seeing this scene, the pedestrians around him stopped consciously and stood in the distance and looked up. They knew that someone was coming to trouble the Peace Hotel again, and at the same time they were very curious. Who dared to trouble the Peace Hotel?

But after seeing the person getting off the bus dressed up, his neck shrank again.

Kimono, r Chinese people!

No wonder……

Yesterday I heard that Yoshino Kaichi of R country suffered a loss under Boss Ji of the Peace Hotel. Now it seems that he is here to take revenge!

In the current demon city, the people of R can be said to be able to cover the sky with one hand. This is the pain of the entire Chinese, but it is helpless.

Seeing the people from R come to ask Mr. Ji for trouble at the Peace Hotel, although everyone around him was angry, they were inevitably afraid.

When the diners in the Peace Hotel saw people from Country R surrounding the hotel, they also felt nervous and looked scared, but when they tried to leave, they were directly blocked by people from Country R and came back.

Seeing this, some hot-tempered gangster bosses and their younger brothers couldn't help but look angry and put their hands on the weapon at their waists.

"Ka, da!"

At this moment, an extremely loud sound of footsteps came from the people of R.

A black kimono, wooden clogs, a long black sheath knife slanted around her waist, and a bald head with sunlight reflected in the sun, the man in his thirties, who was like a knife that was unsheathed, actually gave people a feeling of being sharp on their backs.

"Is Mr. Ji here?"

A sound like a tearing sound of cloth brocade made the people around him frown in discomfort, but no one answered, but instead he looked puzzled.

Because this man shouted in Mandarin, they couldn't understand...

He frowned impatiently, and the man looked at the person following him. The man nodded, repeating the words he was not very skilled and still had in a weird tone.

Now everyone understood.

"What's the matter with us boss?" Tang Zaili cleared the crowd away, looked at the other party with caution, and asked carefully.

The bald man glanced at the disciple who was a translator beside him. After hearing what the disciple translated for him, he said coldly: "Study!".

"Ah?" After hearing the translator's words, Tang Zaili was stunned for a moment, and the people around him were stunned and grew up.

Learn…learning?

This means, I want to learn from Mr. Ji, right?

However, if you block other people's doors like this, it looks like studying here? It's almost the same as saying that it's a mess.

After scanning the expressions of the people around him, the bald man looked impatient. It was his limit to being able to say that learning the word "two" is his. Today, Mr. Ji would be fine if he was willing to hand over his secret skills to himself. If he didn't, hum...

With a sneer in my heart, the bald man wanted to step into the Peace Hotel.

Seeing this, some diners standing at the door hurriedly made way out, but Tang Zaili frowned because the other party was obviously in trouble.

"Get out of the way!" The bald man said impatiently to Tang Zaili.

Although Tang Zaili still couldn't understand what the other party meant, he guessed what the other party meant at this moment. When he was a little embarrassed, Ji Mo walked downstairs, patted his shoulder, and stood in front of him.

"Are you Mr. Ji?" The bald man narrowed his eyes and asked with arrogance. Just as the disciples around him wanted to translate, Ji Mo raised his eyebrows and replied to the other party.

"That's right, who are you? What are you doing here?" Although Ji Mi had heard about the purpose of the other party coming, he still had to say what the scene should be. Otherwise, how could he let the other party continue to cause trouble and make excuses for what he wants to do next?

"Well? Mr. Ji speaks very fluent in Mandarin!" The bald man praised.

"Haha!" Ji Mo laughed coldly at the other party's praise.

Under the influence of the system, let alone Chinese, English, Indian, Spanish, and they will speak very fluently at the end of the season.

"My name is Moritaya. After learning about you from Yoshino Kaichi, I came here to learn about Mr. Ji's power today!" Seeing that Ji Mo was very indifferent to him, Moritaya directly expressed his purpose, but that arrogant expression seemed to say how much face he had given Ji Moritaya a lot of face.

"Study?" repeated at the end of the season and said, "Add to be a disciple?"

Moritaya frowned and said helplessly: "If Mr. Ji understood this way, it would be OK. As long as you can learn your skills, you should be a disciple of the teacher, just say you are a disciple of the teacher!"

"Then do you know what it takes to become a disciple?" Ji Mo said lightly, looked around, looked at the Chinese people in kimonos around the Peace Hotel, and said coldly: "Or you Chinese people are as unpolite as you, or are you educated!?"

"Bastard!" Hearing Ji Mi's words, Moritaya yelled out directly.

Seeing this, Ji Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "You can understand Chinese!"

He just spoke, and the previous sentence was said in Mandarin, but the next sentence was said in Mandarin.

"Hmph, a Chinese man deserves to be a disciple?" He felt ashamed of even saying a Chinese word from his mouth. How could he take Chinese men as his disciple?

He tried to say the two words he just learned, but he tried to endure the disgust. If he didn't think it would be easier to do something appropriately, he would just be tough.

"I think you're wrong!" Ji Mo said loudly in Chinese, then smiled in the eyes of the diners and the Chinese people: "I won't even look at you if you come from your country in three steps and five steps, so where do you start with the words "I will not start with you to become a disciple?"

"You..." Moritaya got angry. When did he, who was called a genius, suffer such anger?
Chapter completed!