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

Chen Duo and Feng Baobao, carrying their unfinished snacks, obediently walked over from under the wall.

Just as Zhang Tianyi slowly walked to the table and was about to pull out a chair to sit down,

boom!

A loud bang.

Then a sharp gust of wind came from the side and slammed directly onto the wooden table in front of Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan was startled and quickly stepped back.

Upon closer inspection, it was a shuriken gleaming with a cold light, pinned to the table!

Followed by.

Two voices, filled with anger and righteous indignation, rang out from the bustling street:

"stop!!!"

"You bunch of scum! Let go of those two girls!!!"

Chapter 325 You can't get started without 1 billion

This concealed weapon skill was swift and beautiful.

In any action-packed anime, that would be the standard setup for the main character's entrance.

however.

The people around the table, however, were reacting completely out of sync with the expected script.

Zhang Tianyi glanced down at the piece of metal stuck in the corner of the table, raised an eyebrow, but did not react.

Chen Duo held up the unfinished sausage in her hand, blinked her big eyes twice, and looked at the scene with a puzzled expression.

The most amazing one is Zhang Chulan.

He stood by the table, staring at the shuriken for a full two seconds.

In those two seconds, his brain was already racing:

These people don't look like the same group of the street thugs from earlier.

This hidden weapon exhibits a distinct Qi flow fluctuation.

This is a street in Tokyo, and the other party took the initiative to attack...

"A great opportunity!!!"

Zhang Chulan's eyes instantly lit up like a 200-watt light bulb.

next second.

"Ouch!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out!

The people around were also startled by the wail.

Zhang Chulan covered his chest with both hands and then smoothly leaned back in a tactical pose.

Immediately afterwards, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

He then started rolling around on the curb.

"Murder!!! There's no law!!!"

Zhang Chulan rolled on the ground while screaming and tearing at the air:

"Japanese assassins have attacked the Chinese delegation! They're trying to provoke an international conflict and damage diplomatic relations between the two countries!"

"Oh dear! My diaphragm! Oh dear! My herniated disc! My internal organs have been shattered!"

"I can't take it anymore! I'm going to die in a foreign land!!!"

This combo was executed smoothly and seamlessly.

No rehearsal is needed.

Just as Zhang Chulan was rolling around on the ground with great enthusiasm.

Accompanied by a furious shout bursting with a sense of justice.

Ashiya Ryo and Miyamoto Sakura, one after the other, rushed to the table with overwhelming momentum.

Ashiya Ryo rested one hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his eyes sharp.

Miyamoto Sakura spread her arms wide, blocking Chen Duo and Feng Baobao's path, and glared warily at Zhang Tianyi.

"Don't be afraid, little sister! We're here to save you!"

Xiaoying turned around and shouted at Chen Duo, her eyes full of sympathy.

Chen Duo: "..."

Feng Baobao: "..."

The two girls looked at each other in bewilderment.

Feng Baobao silently slurped a mouthful of fried noodles into her mouth, puffed out her cheeks, and turned to look at Zhang Tianyi:

"What did Zhang Chulan just say? Did these idiots shatter his internal organs? Should I go dig a hole for him first?"

Zhang Tianyi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He simply pulled out the plastic chair, put his hands behind his head, and struck a pose as if he were watching a grand show.

At this moment, Ashiya Ryo was completely dumbfounded when he saw Zhang Chulan rolling around on the ground.

His original vision was that his imposing shuriken would intimidate the street thugs.

Then, in a fit of rage, the other party attacked him, and he cleanly and decisively defeated them.

Finally, he kept his achievements and fame hidden amidst the admiring gazes of passersby.

But what the hell is going on here?!

"Hey! Can't you at least try to be a little more professional at faking an accident?!"

Ashiya Ryo, seeing that Zhang Chulan was more than a meter away from the shuriken, was so angry he jumped up and down:

"I didn't even hit you! What are you doing, clutching your chest and howling like a banshee on the ground?!"

"Missed it?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan not only didn't get up from the ground, but instead sprang up like a carp leaping out of its shell.

He doesn't waste any words.

He immediately reached into his pocket.

He took out his phone, pointed the camera directly at Ashiya Ryo and the others' faces, and started recording.

"Does anyone in my family understand this?!"

Zhang Chulan shoved the phone into Ashiya Ryo's face and began to deliver a heartfelt emotional outpouring to the screen:

"Our Chinese delegation had just gotten off the plane and was happily eating late-night snacks and singing songs on the street when we were suddenly attacked by these Japanese!"

"Look at their faces! Look at this weapon!"

Zhang Chulan abruptly cut the camera to the shuriken stuck on the table, then back to his own face covered in dust:

"This is premeditated murder! This is blatant terrorism!"

"Just now, in order to protect the frail girl behind me, I forcibly took a hit of the opponent's invisible sword energy with my own body, and now I have suffered extremely serious internal injuries."

"Hey guys, type 'protect' in the chat! I'll upload this video to the International Forum for Extraordinary People right away, let the world judge!"

Ashiya Ryo had never seen anything like this before.

As an elite raised by a prestigious Japanese family, he was usually exposed to hand-to-hand combat and magical duels.

This kind of thuggish behavior—holding a phone right up to his face to take pictures, spouting internet slang, and making baseless accusations—completely overheated his CPU.

"What...what nonsense are you spouting! Put your phone down!"

Ashiya Ryo reached out to snatch Zhang Chulan's phone.

"Hey! They're trying to steal evidence! They're hitting people! They're destroying evidence!"

Zhang Chulan nimbly dodged, while the camera remained fixed on Ashiya Ryo.

……

at the same time.

In a dark alley less than 30 meters away from the snack stall.

The sentries who had been keeping watch were now looking this way, their jaws practically dropping to the floor.

He watched as his young master led his squad and actually took the initiative to go and cause trouble for that person.

He was completely bewildered and trembling all over.

"What...what's going on?!"

The sentry's hand holding the walkie-talkie trembled, his voice filled with despair, on the verge of tears:

"Vice Captain! Young Master Yuan Yi... how come he led his men up there by himself?!"

"Weren't we given a strict order not to get within ten meters of Zhang Tianyi?!"

"Is the young master playing a new kind of suicide attack?!"

……

Just when the hidden sentry was questioning his life.

Across the street.

Abe Genji and Kamo Kaito, who were a few steps behind, finally rushed over.

"Cool! Sakura! You guys are way too hasty..."

As he pushed through the crowd of onlookers, Abe Genji spoke with a hint of reproach.