"Shina, are you so sure that Chiba-sama will lose to the Russians? Do you want to bet with us again? Ichiro Kameda's annoying voice suddenly rang out again.

"Don't gamble, Lao Tzu has won all your pants, what else are you betting with Lao Tzu?" Liu Lang shook his head and said categorically.

Zhou Dapeng sneered. The fat fellow is really a very sensible person, and if he wins a game, he will never give others any chance.

Looking at the mocking faces of the Chinese present, the face of Kameda Ichiro, who had taken his own humiliation, turned into sauce purple again.

"Hehe, Zhina people, we don't have much money to bet with you, but I can bet with you on the life of Zhina, if you win, I can promise you that after entering China, I will kill a hundred fewer people." Kameda Ichiro didn't give up, and suddenly said with a sneer.

Liu Lang and the three of them turned back suddenly.

Kameda Ichiro's sneer stiffened suddenly, and in that trance, he felt as if he was being targeted by a Tyrannosaurus rex, as if the next moment, it would tear him to pieces.

The people around Hongyun Boxing Gym, who could understand Chinese, also looked at this Japanese who dared to speak so loudly.

It's really a big breath, gambling with the lives of the Chinese.

"Do you know, maybe because of your words, I will use the heads of a thousand Japanese to build a Beijing Pass and publish it in your Tokyo Daily?" Liu Lang Senran said.

A chill ran from Kameda Ichiro's head down to the soles of his feet, and although he insisted that this chubby Chinese was ridiculous, Kameda Ichiro and his companions collectively had a premonition that the fat man was really not joking, and he said and did, as if he would definitely do it.

Of course Kameda Ichiro didn't know, because of his words, Liu Lang really fulfilled this promise in the future. Colonel of the Chinese Beast, who was called a Chinese beast by the Kwantung Army, even took a photograph himself, and gave the image of the Chinese "ancient building" made of the Japanese army's head to the Japanese spy, and wrote down the reason for his actions.

Kameda Ichiro's family was almost scolded to death by the native Japanese residents, who scolded the dead ghost of the Kameda family for provoking the Chinese demon for his own selfishness, so that the souls of a thousand heroic warriors of the Great Japanese Empire could not return to the arms of Amaterasu.

In Japan, a samurai whose head was cut off made it impossible to see their god.

"How? Chinese, do you dare to bet? Kameda Ichiro said calmly with the chill and vigorous urine.

"I don't bet on people who are going to die." Liu Lang shook his head slowly with a cold look in his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that there were many Americans here and at the same time it was a Hongmen cover, he would have pierced the head of this Japanese who dared to make such a big statement on the spot. His words reminded Liu Lang involuntarily of the two Japanese demons who were known as the hundred people in Nanjing in time and space. Since Liu Lang traveled back to this era, he didn't want to chop off the heads of those two dogs first.

"Haha, Shina people, whether you admit it or not, sooner or later, the weak Shina people will tremble under the guns of our Imperial Japanese Army, don't you even have the courage to bet with me? Poor China? Seeing that Liu Lang still shouldn't fight, Kameda Ichiro became a little arrogant.

"It's okay to bet, but I don't want anything else, just all the Japanese heads present." Liu Lang said slowly.

"Haha, everyone's head, do you think Chiba-sama will agree? Amusing. Lord Chiba is the number one master of my Black Dragon Society, who can move a single hair of our people of the Great Japanese Empire in front of him? Kameda Ichiro burst out laughing.

"Chiba Toichiro, what is it?" Liu Lang's eyes became more and more cold as ice.

"Haha, the Chinese man, do you only dare to use your mouth? If you have the ability, you guys went to the ring to fight against Chiba-sama? I ask you, who would dare? Is there a person who dares to do so? Kameda Ichiro looked around, his toes high.

There was silence.

Whether it was the guards or the waiters of the Hongyun Boxing Gym, they couldn't help but avoid the eyes of the arrogant Japanese. Of course, they all want to slap the Japanese in front of them, but if they want to play against the Chiba Toichiro he said, they all admit that they don't have that ability.

The first master of the Black Dragon Society, but not for nothing, Hongmen's two double-flowered red sticks have competed with him, and they have both declared defeat, which is the secret inside Hongmen. Otherwise, he would not have ranked Nicholas Caesar in front of him, and would have made the Japanese swordsman the finale.

"The Japanese who pounce on your mother, Lao Tzu will dare." Zhou Dapeng angrily waved his arm at Kameda Ichiro.

"There's no one left in China? Let a little waiter go to death? Ha ha. Kameda Ichiro showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, becoming more and more arrogant.

A hand gently stroked the shoulder of Zhou Dapeng, whose face was red because of anger, and the breath that was spewing out was red, and a huge force pressed the young and vigorous Zhou Dapeng on the seat, and Liu Lang's metallic voice resounded throughout the audience: "Everyone, I will sit in a village today, I don't know if any of you dare to come and gamble with me?" I, Liu Lang from China, the odds are 10 to 1, if I win, 10 to 1, the betting amount starts at 100,000 US dollars. Japanese swordsman Toichiro Chiba, the odds are 1 to 10, and the winner of the pressure is 1 to 10. The bet amount also starts at $100,000. ”

Fan Ziran did not hesitate to translate Liu Lang's words loudly to the surroundings.

For a while, whether it was an American cousin, an American gambler, or a Chinese waiter at the Hongyun Boxing Gym, they were all stunned.

What does this fat Chinese want to do? It is already incredible to put aside the Hongyun Boxing Gym to sit in the village by himself, and what is even more incredible is that what is he pressing? He's not a boxer? What's even worse is that looking at his odds, it is completely forcing the big guys to bet on the rhythm of the Japanese. Even a fool would bet on the Japanese!

An American cousin's face almost didn't become a bitter gourd.

He never imagined that the trip to the pit fat man would evolve like this. It doesn't matter how the Chinese fat man loses money, that's his own business. However, the Chinese fat man can't die, he knows how influential the Chinese fat man is in the Chinese company in which the family has a stake, and if he is finished. He could even think of the anger of the big guys in the family, so how would he deal with himself then? The biggest possibility is that he, the initiator, will be kicked out of the heirs.

Damn impulsive fat man。。。。。。 Thinking of that terrible consequence, my American cousin's face was all green, and it was a green bitter melon.

"Shina, are you sure you want to do this?" Kameda Ichiro's face showed ecstasy, "Yoxi, Chinese, your courage has won my respect. ”

After stimulating for a long time, the mentally handicapped Chinese finally took the bait, and the effect was even ten times better than Kameda Ichiro's imagination, how could this not make Kameda Ichiro ecstatic? The Chinese fat man wants to play against the first master of the Black Dragon Club in person, and there is absolutely no suspense, completely eliminating the crisis of losing the previous bet.

"Loose steward, I'm sorry, I want to borrow the ring from your gym, no matter what, there will be a million US knives to offer." Liu Lang ignored Kameda Ichiro and said directly to Sanchengshan.

"Mr. Liu, don't be impulsive, Chiba Toichiro is the number one master of the Black Dragon Society, that is, in the Japanese martial arts world, they are all masters who can be ranked, and my two double-flower red sticks in Hongmen were defeated under his knife, you must think twice, I can assure you that Kameda Ichiro's life is yours." Sanchengshan's face was shocked, and he hurriedly persuaded.

Kameda Ichiro's face was also green, he didn't expect that this middle-level of China's Hongmen had already decided his life and death. Of course, what made him even more chilling was that he knew very well that this Chinese gang, whose power was even more powerful than the Imperial Black Dragon Society, wanted to kill him more easily than to kill a small ant, especially on other people's territory.

His only way to survive is to let the Chinese fat man continue to move forward on the road of death, only then can he live.

A dead man is not qualified to let the Chinese gang give him his life as a gift.

"Chiba-sama, there is a person who wants to challenge you." Ichiro Kameda, who had completely let himself out, shouted at the Japanese swordsman in the ring who was like a clay sculpture and did not make the slightest move for the off-court dispute.

The eyes of the Japanese swordsman, who was motionless with a katana in his arms, followed the prestige.

His gaze was as cold as a knife.

The people who looked at him all had a feeling, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and most of them turned their eyes away, not daring to look at him, except for Zhou Dapeng and Fan Dashao, who were full of courage, and Chen Yunfa, who was squinting vainly.

Of course, there is also the wave of the swordsman who stretches out his middle finger to the Japanese swordsman who pretends to be quite strong in the ring.