The door is pure Chinese.

Yamada Group?

What's that thing?

Why do you always have a bad feeling?

The translator did not speak and used a pen to answer He Chen on paper: Yamada Group is the largest community in my country - the legalization of the community was facilitated by them.

He Chen smashed his fist and suddenly realized that this is a black man!

Listening to this tone, it is a replica of the legendary Yamaguchi Group!

There is a "mouth" in the Shan "kou" group, and it is so awesome. Tianzi has a total of nine "mouths", so wouldn't that be even more amazing?

But why did the Yamaguchi group with these nine "mouths" come to me?

He is just a comic drawing, without any discordant content!

I once heard in urban legend that Yamaguchi team is used to wearing black clothes. Could it be that it is because of the description of the man in black in "Conan" that makes them unhappy?

He Chen looked at the translator silently, and the translator looked nervous.

He Chen winked at him like a door and asked him if he wanted to open the door and ask about the situation.

The translator thought about it and shook his head. He Chen was their important customer and he must not make any mistakes. Anyway, He Chen was about to leave soon, pretending that there was no one inside, so he could delay the time.

He Chen looked out the window, and the translator shook his head again. This was the 11th floor. He was not the soldier king of the special forces team. He was definitely looking for death after rummaging through the window.

There is no way out of advance or retreat. He misses Ling Yan so much. If Ling Yan can be fooled this time, the heroine will definitely be able to quickly smash all evil forces and then take him far away.

The knock on the door was neither anxious nor slow, as if a death-seeking talisman was heard unceasingly.

He Chen was very desperate. It was over. Judging from this attitude, he was very sure that he was inside. But he hadn't opened the door for so long, so the other party must be very angry, right?

He Chen asked the system in his heart: "System, is there any desert eagle with infinite bullets?"

"No." The system is always so ruthless.

"It's okay if you have bullets. Any gun is OK, even a hunting rifle can do it!"

"No."

"Samurai sword, horse sword, Mo sword, Xuanyuan sword, Yuyan sword. Gan Jiang Moye, any weapon I can use to move, please come!"

"No."

"... System, OK, I'm in a critical life now! If I die, I might have to travel through time again. I don't know if I can meet you at that time. It depends on why we have been dependent on each other for so many years, so I can give me some golden elephant legs a hug!"

Anyway, no matter what He Chen said, the system is indifferent and ruthless.

Helplessly, He Chen could only find a way to solve the current difficulties himself.

I haven't encountered anything that requires a lot of reputation recently. "Nobita's Dinosaur" was released, the magical girl trend of "Sailor Moon", and the playback of "Dragon Ball" movie-level animations have all brought him a lot of reputation.

So He Chen first increased his physical health, his reaction and physical strength to 100 points until he could no longer add it.

However, the common feeling of "feeling the infinite power in the body" in the novel did not appear.

"System. With the full reaction and physical strength, can I avoid bullets?" I felt that it was not safe, He Chen first confirmed with the system.

"cannot."

"Damn, I can't become Superman even if I add it, so what's the point of adding this?"

Then the system explained to He Chen that he is probably equivalent to an ordinary person with very NB physical fitness, between a soldier who has practiced fighting skills and a killer special forces soldier who is said to "kill one person in ten steps and do not stay for a thousand miles".

And because I have never exercised, even if I meet an ordinary soldier, I may not be able to fight.

In order to save his life to the greatest extent, He Chen exchanged for the Qigong he saw at first sight.

Unfortunately, he tried several positions but couldn't even release the Turtle Sect Qigong.

The system's explanation for this is: this Qigong can take effect without practicing, and it can achieve the effects of strengthening the body, preventing and treating diseases, and prolonging life. It also allows the exchanger to adjust his body at any time and maintain his best condition.

He Chen was desperate, desperate for this world full of malice and deception.

What he urgently needs now is combat effectiveness, not health care - something happens to people, and they will still raise a hairy child!

He Chen's eyes turned ruthless. He couldn't just sit there and wait for death. His family was still waiting for him. His place was not broken yet. There were so many girls in the family that needed his care. How could he fail here?

He gestured to the translator for a breakout gesture, and the translator was silent for a few seconds and nodded vigorously.

After tiptoing to the front of the door for two days, He Chen found that there were only two people outside the door, one with a calm expression and a very honest middle-aged man, and the other with a powerful young man with Kong Wu.

The translator nodded seriously to He Chen, convinced that these two people were from Yamada Group.

Then He Chen took out the self-defense weapon he had found for a long time - a heavy glass cup. This is the only one in the room that can make He Chen feel a little safe. With this weight, coupled with his physical fitness that has been "the limit of ordinary people" by the system, as long as the wheel is solid, even if he does not die, he can still cause a concussion.

He Chen gestured twice to the translation who also held the glass: You are on the left and I am on the right, one for each person, and you will run away if you smash it!

The translator held the glass tightly, then He Chen took a few deep breaths, suddenly opened the door and swung his arms and smashed it hard. Unfortunately, he suddenly realized that the opponent took a slight step, and his super kill [Judgement Glass], which he used all his strength, was easily avoided.

Then he also saw the scene outside clearly—four men in black stood on both sides of the corridor, and four of them had already taken out the guns of black holes.

He Chen immediately made the most vigilant move at this time - let go of his cup and raise his hand to surrender.

Before he practiced the Alpha Raid and Shadow Step, he didn't want to try to avoid bullets within two meters of his body.

In short, let’s first look at the other party’s purpose and decide whether to break the verge of death.

The middle-aged man in charge waved his hand to his subordinates: "We are here to invite Mr. He Chen, don't be rude." He kept silent about He Chen's sudden attack.

He Chen felt a little hope: Judging from his attitude, it seems that he is not here to cause trouble for him.

"Mr. He Chen, please don't be nervous, it's our young master who wants to meet you."

When He Chen said this, he became even more nervous.

Because I used to watch underworld Hong Kong movies, whenever I saw such words, the worst things would happen.

Now there are many enemies and we are few. The difference in force is huge. Compared to those who hide guns, they are simply fighting against the five scumbags with their own and translators.

Faced with such an "invitation", what way does He Chen have to refuse?

"Then my translator can leave, right?" He Chen's eyes turned and made a final struggle. If the translator left and brought his news to Asamiko, a company as big as Sonyko, can he speak any words, right?

Even if this doesn't work, let Asamiko pass the message to the country, Yi Jingyu, who has a very mysterious background, should come and save herself?

"Mr. He Chen! You... I have a heart of good intentions, but I will never leave you alone and run away!"

The translator looked at He Chen with emotion, and even had a tendency to agree with him.

He Chen was so sad. This disgusting and hot-blooded thing was really unbearable to look at him. And if he really wanted to save He Chen, he should go out to report the news!

Unfortunately, the translator could not hear He Chen's inner roar, but instead developed a spirit of Bushido that he regarded as the lord and died.

In the end, the people in the hotel ignored He Chen and the others being forced to leave. He Chen and the interpreter got on an extended Lincoln with the middle-aged man.

"Didn't you say this hotel is the best security guard?" He Chen whispered to the translator. In broad daylight, the customer was hijacked by the underworld. Can this be called "the best"?

“…”

Before the translator could speak, the middle-aged man who passed the professional level 8 of Chinese and accompanied by a tailwind ear stunt smiled and said, "I can assure Mr. He Chen that this hotel is definitely the best and safest hotel in Japan - in Japan, no one dares to make trouble on our territory."

“…”

It turned out to be someone else's hotel, and He Chen realized that he had been living in a tiger's nest.

"What's wrong with your young master looking for me?" He Chen tentatively watched the car pull himself to a seemingly remote place.

"I don't know if we are right now, we just follow the instructions of the young master."

Middle-aged people have a very tight mouth and don’t leak any breath.

He Chen could only watch and enjoy the scenery along the way in the car, planning a route to escape after something happened in his mind. Unfortunately, it was not very useful, because after looking at it for a while, he had already forgotten where he was - the urban planning here is too terrible and anti-human!

They took He Chen to an old house full of ancient Japanese style - exactly the same as the house of the protagonist of the most common life experience in anime.

The house was very large and well-connected, and it seemed that it could accommodate many people. There were two guards at the door, leaning against the wall and smoking. When they saw the middle-aged man's car coming back, they immediately stood up straight. After the middle-aged man got out of the car, he did not speak, and bowed 75 degrees directly, which was extremely respectful.

From the door, there is a bluestone road leading directly to the middle hall. The bluestone slab is full of traces left by time, and it feels heavy when you step on it.

There is flat land on both sides, and there is a pond not far away that has been tired of pebbles. There are some flowers and plants planted behind the pond, and a girl in a kimono is taking care of it.

"That's the real rich man."

He Chen sighed.

What made He Chen even more moved was that such a place was actually the old nest of the Black Club!

There is no such thing as a matter of nature!

Is it true that even the black man has become literary now?

Along the bluestone road, the middleman took He Chen to the hall, and then asked He Chen and the translator to go in, while he stopped outside.

"Mr. He Chen, please come in, the young master is waiting for you inside."

Another kimono girl came and squatted down to prepare two pairs of wooden clogs for them.

He Chen was worried and had no time to see the spring scenery of the kimono girl suddenly burst out.

The girl in the kimono took the two of them into the hall in small steps, and then He Chen saw the "Young Master".
Chapter completed!