One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Zhang Tianyi swallowed the meatball in his mouth, his brows furrowing slightly.

He looked down at his expensive leather shoes, then at the bustling streets around him, where there wasn't even a place to put his feet.

"Are the city management officials in Japan not doing their job? There are so many food stalls, and they won't even let us set up a table?"

Zhang Tianyi casually tossed the empty cardboard box into the nearby trash can, his tone carrying a condescending pickiness:

“Eating standing up is something only animals do. My legs are meant to crush the heavens, how can I be punished by standing on this curb?”

He turned around and kicked Zhang Chulan, who was still blowing on the grilled meat skewers, without any politeness.

"Ouch! Master, why did you kick me?" Zhang Chulan protected the meat skewers, looking aggrieved.

"You have no sense of propriety!"

Zhang Tianyi raised his chin and pointed to the door of an izakaya (Japanese pub) about ten meters away, which was closed.

There was a small square table and a few worn-out plastic stools there.

However, the table had already been occupied by four or five Japanese street thugs with brightly colored hair and strange clothes.

These biker gang members were smoking, drinking canned beer, and standing on stools, arrogantly whistling at pretty girls passing by.

"See that table?"

Zhang Tianyi glanced at Zhang Chulan, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"Go, save a seat for your advisor."

Zhang Chulan looked in that direction and immediately burst out laughing.

"Alright! You've got it covered, sir! I'm an expert in this kind of business!"

Having finally found an opportunity to demonstrate his executive ability in front of the advisor, Zhang Chulan was not about to let it slip by.

He shoved the meat skewers in his hand into Feng Baobao's hands, rolled up his sleeves, loosened his tie slightly, and immediately changed his expression.

One second he was a timid and subservient henchman.

The next second, he exuded an extremely irritating and arrogant street bully aura.

Zhang Chulan, with his arrogant, round-headed gait, swaggered towards the group of thugs.

"Hey, you bunch of blondies over there, get out of my way!"

Zhang Chulan walked to the table, and without even a polite word, slammed his hand heavily on the table.

"boom!"

He deliberately added a subtle, hidden force to the slap.

The impact caused several empty beer cans on the table to rattle and roll onto the floor.

The five Japanese thugs, who were chatting animatedly, were startled.

The leader, a green-haired guy with a nose ring, stood up, glared fiercely at Zhang Chulan, and swore at him:

"You bastard! You're asking for trouble, aren't you?! You dare to cause us trouble?"

Although Zhang Chulan couldn't understand Japanese, he was very familiar with the body language of these street thugs.

"Trying to act all high and mighty with me?"

Zhang Chulan's lips curled into a sinister grin, revealing a smile even more villainous than the villain himself.

Without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed the green-haired man by the collar.

With a single arm, he lifted the boy, who weighed over a hundred pounds, off the ground!

"You're just babbling on and on, can't you understand human language?!"

Zhang Chulan deliberately brought his face closer, his eyes fierce.

Those thugs were just street bullies who only knew how to pick on the weak and fear the strong. When had they ever seen such a human beast that could lift heavy objects with one hand at the slightest provocation?

In particular, the murderous aura that Zhang Chulan deliberately released made their legs go weak.

"S...Smimasai!! (I'm sorry!)"

The other thugs turned pale with fright and scrambled to their feet, bowing and apologizing profusely.

Zhang Chulan tossed the green-haired guy aside like trash, then dramatically raised his chin and waved in a distant direction.

"Get out of here! Clear the table for me!"

"If you were a second later, I'd shove all of you down the sewer!"

The thugs, feeling like they'd been granted a pardon, abandoned even the beer cans lying on the ground and scrambled away, disappearing into the end of the alley.

The flies were driven away.

Zhang Chulan immediately put on a servile smile.

He pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket and fawned over the broken plastic stools, wiping them again and again until they were shiny.

Then, he turned around and, facing Zhang Tianyi and the others still standing at the base of the wall, shouted obsequiously:

"Master! A seat has been cleared for you. Please come and take a seat!"

After shouting, he pointed at Chen Duo and Feng Baobao, who were huddled in the corner eating, and yelled at the top of his lungs:

"Sister Bao'er, Junior Uncle, stop squatting by the wall! Come over here quickly!"

The scene at this moment could easily evoke the imagination of outsiders.

A cold-looking man in a suit stood not far away, like a behind-the-scenes mafia boss.

A thug who had just used violence was loudly "scolding" someone.

And the two girls who were "scolded".

One looked pitiful, the other had a blank stare.

……

Coincidentally.

At this critical juncture, when misunderstandings are very likely to arise.

The five-member Japanese team just finished their impassioned pep rally at that upscale barbecue restaurant.

They walked around the street corner, chatting and laughing, as night fell.

"Burp~ This Wagyu beef was so delicious today, I'm sure I can take on ten of them in training tomorrow!"

Ashiya Ryo picked his teeth, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Walking in the middle, Abe Genji had a smile on his face as he looked at his companions who were playing around, while his sense of mission still surged within him.

Sudden.

Sakura Miyamoto, who was walking on the far side, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her round eyes looked towards the entrance of the izakaya across the street.

"Haitō! Genji-nii! Look over there!"

Sakura grabbed Kaito Kamo's sleeve, her voice filled with barely concealed anger.

The group looked in the direction she was pointing.

Just then, they saw Zhang Chulan throw that green-haired thug away like a rag doll.

Then, the scene showed him turning around and yelling arrogantly at the two pretty girls in the corner.

Behind Zhang Chulan, the man in black stood with his hands in his pockets, coldly watching everything unfold.

He exuded an aura of a superior who disregarded human life.

As for the two girls...

Chen Duo, dressed in a white dress, lowered her head. Her obedient and reserved appearance was clearly seen by Xiao Ying as forced submission!

The girl squatting on the ground ate mechanically, her eyes vacant.

This is definitely a post-traumatic stress disorder caused by prolonged inhuman torture!

"That's outrageous!"

Sakura gritted her teeth in anger, her little fists clenched tightly.

"What era are we living in? How can there still be such scumbag gangs forcing girls in broad daylight?!"

Just now at the barbecue restaurant, they swore an oath to become young heroes who would make their elders proud and protect the community.

Evil is happening right before our eyes, how can we tolerate this?!

Kamo Kaito, who was usually mild-mannered, also frowned when he saw the two pitiful girls.

"Judging from their behavior, they don't seem like ordinary street thugs. The man in the suit doesn't have any Qi fluctuations, but my intuition tells me he's dangerous."

Kamo Kaito's eyes sharpened:

"No matter their background, we must not sit idly by when the weak are openly bullied in such a place."

Ashiya Ryo had been unable to contain himself any longer. He sneered, his hands in his pockets, his fists clenched tightly.

"Who cares about their background! In our Tokyo territory, do you think these few well-dressed thugs can cause any trouble?"

Abe Genji, who was leading the team, did not speak.

He felt that the people in front of him looked somewhat familiar.

Before he could say anything, Ashiya Ryo couldn't contain himself any longer.

To draw one's sword and help those in need is a spirit of Bushido ingrained in one's very being!

"go!"

Ashiya Ryo let out a low shout.

Two sharp figures charged aggressively across the street.

……

At this moment, at the entrance of the izakaya.

Zhang Chulan had just finished wiping the stool and was bowing obsequiously, preparing to welcome his second master to sit down.