In a palace in America, there was a golden Buddha statue. The Buddha statue had its mouth wide open, and there were six shining Dragon Balls in its mouth.
"Just one more and this world will be mine!" Next to the Buddha statue, there was an old man wearing a tall hat that looked like a crane. The old man was dressed like a Qing Dynasty official in China. He was Tsurugi, who was as famous as the God of Martial Arts, Master Roshi.
"As long as I use the Dragon Ball to summon Shenlong and make a wish, I will be able to obtain this America Empire. Then, I will use America's strength to conquer the world." Tsurugi's face was glowing. He, Tsurugi, was too famous. Fame was sometimes a good thing, but sometimes it was a bad thing. His fame prevented him from using unorthodox means to become the Emperor of America.
Therefore, the best way was to use Shenlong to help him become the Emperor of America. That way, the people of the world and the people of other countries would not find it too abrupt and unacceptable.
"Letting a brat like Dumpling become the Emperor of this empire is laughable." Next to Tsurugi, there was a man with a shiny black braid. There was a huge word "Kill" embroidered on his chest. This man was Tao Baibai. Tao Baibai smiled, "Only when big brother becomes the Emperor is this world's true fortune."
Beep!
The doorbell rang. Tsurugi quickly pressed the handle of the Buddha statue. The Buddha statue that was holding the Dragon Ball immediately closed its mouth. Then, Tsurugi pressed the button to open the door. The door opened.
"Minister, the seventh Dragon Ball has arrived in America," there was an officer standing at the door.
"What? Is that so?" Master Shen beamed with joy and waved his hand, "Go, send someone to snatch the dragon ball. Oh, that's right, send Sergeant Metalik too. This way, no matter who it is, they won't be able to escape."
"Yes, sir!" the officer said respectfully.
"Big Brother, I'm bored anyway. I'll go watch the show," Tao Baibai said indifferently. "Up to you." Tsurugi waved his hand. Tao Baibai walked to the window and jumped out.
On the street, Bora and Upa strode as if they were flying.
"Upa, Upa." A loud shout rang out.
Looking in the direction of the voice, Upa saw a short and small monk chasing after them from behind.
"Kling?" Upa's face revealed a happy smile.
"Hmm?" Bora couldn't help but stop in his tracks. He turned around and immediately noticed Kling who was following behind him. "Oh, it's Kling. Hello." Bora said indifferently. Bora did not have a good impression of this crafty little monk who was full of lies.
"Hello, Uncle," Kling called out.
"Kling, why are you here? Are you from America?" Upa asked. Although his father said that Kling was crafty and didn't seem like a good person, Upa was still happy to see someone he had seen before in this unfamiliar place.
"No, I'm not from America. Have you forgotten that I'm a martial artist who has traveled the world?" Kling's eyes flashed with a cunning light. He smiled and said, "Moreover, something big has happened in America recently. All the fighting experts in the world have gathered here. How can I not come?"
"Something big happened in America?" Bora's ears twitched. Upa was also excited. He and his father came here to investigate the matter of America's army collecting the Dragon Ball.
"Kling, what happened in America?" Bora asked.
"The Emperor's bride, Lady Huang Huang, is missing. That's the first thing," Kling said with a smile.
"The Emperor's bride is missing. Is this the reason for collecting the Dragon Ball?" A thought flashed through Bora's mind. Upa said crisply, "You said the first thing. Doesn't that mean there's a second thing?"
"The second thing is the most important because tomorrow is May 7th."
"May 7th?" Upa looked at Kling in confusion.
"The World's Number One Martial Arts Conference will be held in America tomorrow. His Majesty the Emperor will attend. Minister Tsurugi will also attend," Kling said.
"Tsurugi?" Bora noticed and said, "Are you talking about Tsurugi who is as famous as Master Roshi?"
"That's him. I heard that nothing good has happened to this Tsurugi ever since he became the Minister of America. I don't know what's going on," Kling said.
"I see," Bora's face darkened, "Kling, is there anything else important?"
"Of course. There's also the America's army looking for a ball all over the world."
"Oh!" Bora's heart skipped a beat. Upa bit his lips. Although he wasn't scheming, he still knew that the Dragon Ball couldn't be mentioned casually. Kling said with a smile, "This matter involves a legend. It's not good to talk about it on the streets."
"Is that so? Then don't talk about it, "Bora's eyelids twitched. He looked at Kling with a strange gaze.
"This Kling might also know about the legend of Shenlong. However, this person is too cunning. What he said is half true and half false." Bora thought flashed through his mind. Then, he said in a deep voice, "Kling, we feel that something is wrong because the America's army is looking for a ball outside and killing people and setting fires. Thinking that the America Emperor is still young, it's impossible for him to do such a thing. That's why we came here. We want to know the reason. Oh right, if there's nothing else, we'll take our leave."
"I don't have anywhere to go here. I'll go with you," Kling said with a smile.
"We still have important matters to attend to. I'm afraid that's not good." Bora said solemnly. He was currently investigating the matter of the dragon balls. Although he didn't mind being known by others, he was still worried about Clint '.
"I won't hinder you unless you want to do something shameful."
"That's not it," Upa said angrily. "Alright, Upa, don't say anything. Kling, since you want to follow us, then follow us," Bora said indifferently. Kling followed Bora and Upa forward. The sky quickly darkened. At this moment, a tavern appeared in front of them.
The tempting aroma of wine and dishes wafted over.
"Gulp ~ ~" Upa's stomach couldn't help but grumble.
"Upa, let's go in."
"Father, I'm not hungry," Upa shouted. He knew that eating in this big city required money.
At this moment, in the tavern, most of the diners' gazes were focused on a big table in the middle. The table was filled with the remains of food. A black-haired boy with an afro was sitting at the table. At this moment, the boy's chopsticks were like a fan as he ate a bowl of rice in a moment. After that, he grabbed a plate of steamed buns and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Goku, from a health point of view, eating until you're 80% full is enough." Master Roshi said helplessly. In just a short moment, the food that Monkey King ate was enough for him to eat for three months.
A Blonde Lanchi was sitting beside Master Roshi. Lanchi was also dumbfounded as she looked at Monkey King who was eating.
"Is that so?"
Monkey King stopped eating and looked at Master Roshi. At this time, the waitress came over with a large plate of steamed buns and a plate of chicken legs. "Sorry to keep you waiting." The waitress put the steamed buns and chicken legs in front of Monkey King. "Give me two more bowls of rice," Monkey King shouted.
Master Roshi and Lanchi were speechless.
"Goku, I haven't seen you for three years. It seems that your appetite has become even more terrible," A voice came from outside the tavern.
"It seems like Kling is talking." Monkey King looked up at the door. Master Roshi and Lanchi also looked up at the door. They saw the door was pushed open and a huge figure came in. It was a giant with oil paint on his face, brown-yellow skin, and wearing a long coat and a tall hat.
After the giant came in, two short figures came in behind him. One of them had a round face, chubby face, and looked very beautiful. The other had a bald head like a light bulb.
"Haha, it really is Kling!" Monkey King shouted.
"Bald Forest, come here," Master Roshi also shouted.
"Teacher Wu Tian!" Kling rushed over and respectfully called Master Roshi. Then he walked to Lanchi's side and sat down.
"Bald Forest, I haven't seen you for three years. You don't seem to have grown much." Blonde Lanchi raised her hand and slapped Kling's bald head. "Your hair also doesn't seem to have grown. Are you planning to be a monk for the rest of your life?"
"Lanchi, you haven't changed much either. You're still so violent. I don't know which man will be able to stand you in the future." Kling said with a smile. In the early days, Kling was very afraid of Blonde Lanchi. Once Lanchi turned into Blonde Lanchi, her personality would change greatly. Not to mention Kling, even Master Roshi and Monkey King would be scared and hide as far away as possible once they found out that Lanchi had turned blonde.
However, Kling's body was sometimes controlled by Sun Wuben. Whether it was with Blonde Lanchi or the blue-haired Lanchi, Sun Wuben had a lot of methods. Therefore, although Lanchi slept with Monkey King, her feelings for Kling were very different.
"What do you know? In this world, wild girlfriends are popular. Moreover, what's the use of a man who can't even control this old mother?" Blonde Lanchi coldly said.
"Hey, I don't want you." Kling was startled and shouted, "I still like gentle and lovely big sister. I don't like violent women."
Blonde Lanchi's face turned slightly red. She raised her hand again and hit Kling's bald head: "You bald Forest, don't think too much. This old mother has never thought of marrying a three-inch tall bald head."
"Then what if I grow taller and have long hair? Don't tell me you want to hide from Launch? "Clint yelled on purpose.
"That's impossible." Lanchi picked up the chopsticks and bowed her head to eat the noodles. At this time, Upa ran to Kling's side: "Kling, are they your friends?"
"En … …" Kling was about to introduce them.
"Du Wu ~ ~ ~" The sharp sound of the police siren came from afar and arrived outside the pub in an instant.
"Oh no!" Lanchi directly threw down the chopsticks in her hand.
"Could it be that Lanchi, you … …" Kling frowned.
Monkey King and Master Roshi looked at Blonde Lanchi. Blonde Lanchi's face sank. She stood up and grabbed the air with both hands. A gun appeared in her hand. But then, Blonde Lanchi seemed to have thought of something and was startled: "That's not right. I haven't done anything bad in this country."
"Bang!"
The pub's door was kicked open. One by one, policemen wearing dark yellow uniforms and caps and a large number of soldiers rushed in with guns.
"Ah!"
"Quickly dodge!"
One by one, the diners screamed. If they didn't dodge to the side, they would lie down or quietly stop any action that might cause a misunderstanding.
Of course, there was an exception. That was Kling's table. Monkey King didn't seem to notice these things. He held the bowl and wolfed down the food. He even occasionally called out 'delicious'.
"It's him!"
A soldier wearing a white helmet pointed at Bla who was sitting at the table. Then, one by one, they surrounded Bla with guns.
"You came from Keita, right?"
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