From the beginning of the tea ceremony at the Hongmen Banquet, to the exchange of swords during the second meeting, and now Ito took the initiative to call out, Yuki, serve tea.
Xiao Zheng's originally difficult trip to Tokyo was resolved in such an understatement. It didn't look difficult, but in Sophia's eyes, it was very exciting and thrilling.
A snake crossing the river carries the pressure of the local dragon and grabs the cake on the local dragon's territory. Several people dare to do this. And after grabbing the cake, he was willing to give it to the local dragon for a taste, which is even more extraordinary.
Sophia felt that she was right about Xiao Zheng, and she also believed that the reason why Lin Huayin, who was secretly rated as the richest daughter in Yanjing, chose him was not because he was impressed by his beauty.
Yuki is the middle-aged woman guarding the door. She is not pretty, but her temperament is gentle and reserved. At least in Sofia's opinion, she is a very typical middle-aged Japanese woman. But Xiao Zheng could see that this woman's strength was not inferior to Ito's at all. You can tell this from the thick layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth when she brings the tea.
How many years of holding a knife can grow a layer of calluses on a woman's hands that even a knife can't penetrate.
"Thank you." Xiao Zheng took the tea cup with both hands.
Tea should be drunk hot, so the three of them drank tea very slowly. During the conversation, Xiao Zheng was neither humble nor arrogant, and had the air of a general. Sophia is still hiding something in the dark, trying hard to provoke the short-term harmony between Xiao Zheng and Ito. It seems that something went wrong and I'm sorry for her trip to Tokyo.
Fortunately, Ito was more tolerant than Sophia imagined and was not provoked by her encouraging words from time to time. Finally, after drinking three cups of hot tea, Xiao Zheng stood up and left. Sophia also regained her calm appearance and turned around to go out.
As soon as the two left, Yuki, who had been kneeling beside him and was as quiet as a mute, suddenly asked: "Why not kill."
Different from her gentle and reserved appearance, her tone was cold and biting, as if she came from hell.
"So what if I kill you?" Ito asked, his face as calm as ever.
"He offended you." Yuki's face remained calm, but his tone became more vicious. "Anyone who offends you deserves to die."
"There are not many people who can hold my breath." Ito said meaningfully. "In recent years, I can feel myself slacking off."
Yuki didn't quite understand the meaning of Ito's words.
"It's not bad to have a young man like this." Ito lit a cigarette and said calmly. "What's more, he is dead. Who is going to disgust Lin Chaotian? Who is going to mess up Yanjing's situation."
"What do you mean," Yuki raised his eyes slightly, seeming to understand something.
"Yanjing has a tiger on a dragon's plate, a copper wall and an iron wall. I have tried for three years, but the effect is not good." Ito took a puff of cigarette, and the green smoke lingered on his face, covering his obscure eyes. "With him paving the way and shielding me from the wind and rain, I can walk more easily."
"You have such high hopes for him." Yuki's eyes lit up.
"I have confidence in Ye Fenghuang." Ito narrowed his eyes slightly and joked. "Looking at China, there is currently only one person who has the ability to create gods, Ye Fenghuang. Coincidentally, she is Xiao Zheng's mother-in-law. With her pushing him from behind, Xiao Zheng can sleep while lying down."
Yuki pursed her lips and said, "It seems that he is indeed a key chess piece." After a pause, Yuki raised his head and asked again. "Then how do you tell me,"
boom.
The door to the wing was suddenly pushed open, and a burst of heavy footsteps came from outside the door. The two looked up and saw a young man with a gloomy face limping into the side room and glaring at Ito: "Mr. Ito, you broke your promise."
Ito just glanced at the young man in black, took a puff of cigarette slowly, and said casually: "Knock on the door first, and then enter the house."
The young man in black was so angry that he had no intention of knocking on the door and entering the house. He shouted to Ito in a deep voice: "I will never respect people who only talk big words."
"presumptuous."
Yuki stood up suddenly, like a poisonous cobra, and swooped towards the young man in black. An elbow strike knocked him over, and he had no strength to fight back.
The young man in black, who was dizzy after being beaten, struggled to get up, but a ferocious smile appeared on his face: "Ito, besides bullying me, a cripple, do you have any other skills?"
"Yan Shang." Ito put out his cigarette and said casually. "If you don't want the other leg to be broken, just keep your mouth shut."
"Why, I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed." Yan Shang stood up with difficulty and gritted his teeth. "Since you promised my uncle, why do you break your promise?"
"Promise." Ito smiled. "When did I promise? I only said I would try. As for whether I can succeed, did I promise?"
"Strong words make sense." Yan Shang said angrily. "With your abilities, Ito, it's just a cosmetics from a small company. If you want to hinder them, they still have a chance to stand up."
Ito lost interest in arguing with Yan Shang, lowered his eyes slightly and said, "If you really know what I am capable of, don't whisper in my ears. It's very noisy."
As soon as he said this, a murderous intention clearly flashed across Ito's face. At the same time, Yuki, who seemed to be connected with Ito's mind, looked at Yan Shang with a bloodthirsty cold light in his eyes. The murderous intention is fully present.
Upon seeing this, Yan Shang knew that the possibility of relying on Ito to take revenge on Xiao Zheng had been completely eliminated. Although I am not willing to give in, there is nothing I can do about it. You can't risk your own life just to force Ito. The problem is, even if he is willing to kill himself, he may not be able to force Ito. You know, he is on the same level as his uncle. How could he be coerced by a junior of his own
After taking a deep breath of cold air, Yan Shang wiped the blood stains on his forehead and said with cold eyes: "I will report everything I experienced in Tokyo to my uncle. Mr. Ito, please think about how to explain it to my uncle."
"Explain." A sly smile appeared on Ito's lips. "Do you think I'm working for your uncle?"
Yan Shang was slightly stunned and said nothing.
"Yan Shang. As an elder, I have a word of advice for you." Ito paused and said without mercy. "You will never get revenge in this life, let alone have a chance to surpass him. If you insist on going your own way, you will only end in death. Now, get out of my house immediately. Otherwise, I will give you a wheelchair."
Yan Shang left the wing in hatred and despair.
He was unwilling and annoyed, but there was nothing he could do. Even many years ago, he clearly suppressed Xiao Zheng in all aspects. But because of a broken leg, all his hopes were ruined.
Now, he can only live in darkness, thinking about revenge all the time. But seeing Xiao Zheng climbing up step by step, he could only feel anxious and had nothing to do.
"Xiao Zheng. I must pay with your blood."
Yan Shang roared like a beast, his eyes red.
In the past few days, I have recovered from my illness and worked hard. I thought I would do something big after I recovered. You really don’t need to feel so sorry for me. I feel very uncomfortable if I don't write 5 chapters in a day. If I don't break out for a day, I will feel an emptiness from my soul. Ask for an explosion.