Yamamoto was the number one samurai in Japan. But what was a samurai? Just like Mingzhu and the other gangsters, Ye Shiguan was fierce enough. Black Bear was as strong as an ox, and his body was ferocious. But when it came to methods, their strange and obscene skills could not enter the realm of elegance, and they could not attract the attention of a true expert. Therefore, Yamamoto could not fight Xiao Zheng, and Mister Zhao, who had reached the peak, could not pose enough threat to Xiao Zheng.
Why?
Because Xiao Zheng was not a person of the same world as them.
Their methods were limited to ordinary killing, but Xiao Zheng's methods had a higher pursuit. If he wanted someone to die, that person must die. He wanted a person to live, even if he would die in the next second, he could live. And Ye Shiguan, Mister Zhao and the others could only decide victory and defeat in one breath, and could not control the overall situation and determine life and death.
This was the so-called free control. A true expert should have the inside information.
Xiao Zheng was.
Obviously, Itō was also.
To be able to control such a perverse and unreasonable expert like Yamamoto, Itō did not rely on powerful financial resources and identity, but top-notch martial arts value.
Itō was only forty-two years old this year. But he had dominated the Tokyo business world for nearly ten years. He made his debut at the age of fifteen, first entered the Yamaguchi-gumi, and showed off his young power. At the age of twenty-three, he became independent. He was on par with the Yamaguchi-gumi, and finally became the most important person in Tokyo. He ate both black and white, and there were traces of him in all walks of life. He walked all the roads he could see. He killed all the enemies in front of and behind him. He flourished for a time.
But Xiao Zheng, a rather famous young man, actually dared to draw his sword in front of him, act tyrannically, and reveal his killing intent. Itō could endure it, but he could not. He had a bearing, but his position, the huge organization he commanded, did not allow him to forgive Xiao Zheng's actions.
So, he reached out and held the blade.
The blade was cold and sharp. As soon as he raised his hand, it seemed to shatter space, cut through time, and there was a moment of stillness in the world. Even the microscopic life in the air hid one after another. He was afraid of being implicated.
His saber didn't look fast, but it was like an unstoppable force that could topple mountains and overturn seas. With a buzzing sound, it slashed towards Xiao Zheng's face.
On the other hand, Xiao Zheng pushed Sofia away with his left hand. He raised the blade in his right hand, swung it slightly in the air, and stabbed at Itō's heart.
He did not block, only attacked. It could be said that he was cutting off all means of retreat, aiming to perish indiscriminately.
Itō saw the sharp sword coming at him like a laser. He twisted his wrist slightly, and the samurai sword in the air cut the sword horizontally. He deflected the might of Xiao Zheng's attack.
After just one exchange, Itō stopped what he was doing. However, the anger in his eyes burned even brighter.
He slowly lowered the katana in his hand and placed it in its original position. He was not worried that Xiao Zheng would dare to attack again. Even if he dared to, he would only be courting death. With Xiao Zheng's intelligence, he wouldn't do something stupid.
"In Japan, no one can block this attack of mine." Itō gave an answer that surprised Sofia.
She was surprised by his sudden attack just now, but also felt that it was a pity that this amazing scene ended so abruptly before she could wipe off her cold sweat.
"Xiao Zheng didn't block it." Sofia said.
"To attack is to block." Itō pursed his lips and said.
"If someone else was sitting next to Xiao Zheng, they could also pick up the sword and attack you." Sofia was obviously fanning the flames.
Itō was not angry about this. He only said coldly, "Some people died when they picked up the sword. Some people died when they just stabbed, but no one can force me to put away the sword to save myself. "
"That only proves that Xiao Zheng is fast enough." Sofia mocked. "The chefs in the hotel can make three or even five cuts in a second."
What she meant was that even if Xiao Zheng's sword was fast, the chefs in the hotel were faster. Wouldn't that mean that he couldn't even defeat the chefs in the hotel?
Sofia could be considered to be heart-wrenching. She made Itō, who had just stopped his attack, change his expression again.
No one knew if she was here to plead for mercy on behalf of Xiao Zheng or to add fuel to the fire.
"Sofia." Xiao Zheng frowned. "Are you done?"
"If you say it's enough, then it's enough." Sofia pretended to be resentful. "I'm still supporting you."
The three of them put on a show, and each of their acting skills was better than the other. Some were on the surface, some were reserved and reserved, and some were arrogant and despicable. It was brilliant. But in the end, the show had only just begun when the gongs were sounded and the curtains were drawn.
Itō was a true powerhouse, and only a true powerhouse like him could understand Xiao Zheng's level during the fight.
It was obvious that Xiao Zheng's strength was not below his. And when he attacked, he wanted to destroy everything.
In fact, when he attacked, Itō definitely wanted to kill. As long as he had his way, he would not hesitate to kill Xiao Zheng. He would cut this young man who dared to provoke him in half.
But unfortunately, the speed at which Xiao Zheng attacked was beyond Itō's imagination. Even if he attacked first, he could not guarantee that he would still be alive after he killed Xiao Zheng. So he kept his sword.
He was Itō. The richest businessman in the Japanese Empire. The absolute king of the underground world. Even the time-honored Yamaguchi-gumi had to respect his words. It could be said that Itō was basically a local emperor in Japan. As long as he did not start a war, his wealth was enough for him to squander for ten thousand years.
So even if he became a powerhouse, he would not fight to the death with Xiao Zheng, who was still a greenhorn. It was obvious that Xiao Zheng wanted to fight to the death with his saber. This made Itō give up his original plan.
No big shot like Itō would be willing to let a powerhouse like Xiao Zheng come to their house to make trouble. This was definitely going to be a headache.
Even Lin Chaotian, the most powerful person in Hua Xia in the past twenty years, had to endure it silently. Although the reason was unknown, at least he did not compete with Xiao Zheng, right?
Why would Itō risk his life for a business that was only worth a few billion? What's more, from his height, Xiao Zheng was like an invisible ant that had gently taken a bite out of the elephant that was Ito. If he felt it, he would casually step on it. If he did not step on it, would the elephant be so bored as to step on the ant again and again? He would be laughed at by his own kind.
Moreover, Itō did not have any hatred with Xiao Zheng. He wanted to kill him in the beginning only to fight for the interests of the fox hunting. Now that the situation had changed, why would he not let go of Xiao Zheng?
Who was who in this day and age?
"Five percent." Xiao Zheng casually lit a cigarette and said casually. "You can treat it as a greeting gift, or as a form of respect for you as an elder. If you accept it, I will give it to you on time every year. If you don't accept it, I will use it for charity. To give back to society. "
Hearing this, Itō's face flashed with a fascinating expression. Then he calmed down, clapped his hands, and ordered, "Yuji. Serve tea. "
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