I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 155
"Shiro, I will trouble you this time too. This is the sincerity of our Miki Company." A middle-aged man in a monozuke haori hakama knelt and sat opposite the low table, respectfully pushing a brocade box to the opposite side in front of young people.

The young man known as Shiro frowned slightly, pushed the brocade box to the edge of the table with one finger, let the brocade box fall to the ground, and said in a somewhat grim tone: "I can't speak."

"Yes, yes, I understand." The middle-aged man hurriedly put his hands together and took a heavy food plate from the young man.

The pure wooden food plate is not light, and if you count the ice bottom placed on it, a clay pot filled with clear water, and a transparent fish tank, the middle-aged man almost couldn't hold it when he put his hands firmly on it.

But Yongcao Shiro leveled it steadily with one hand, put the food plate firmly on the table, rolled up his sleeves, and stretched out his hand to grab a palm-sized fish from the clay pot.

"Qingcaoquan Fish Ranch, the rare water yellow horse pods are four inches seven long and seven and a half in weight." Shiro Yongcao dragged the horse mackerel with his left hand, and a willow blade in his right suddenly slashed across the body of the fish. The fish skin was just peeled off.

"Its fish is firm in texture, slightly sweet in the mouth, and as thin as a cicada's wing is the best." Following the introduction in the stern voice of Yongguo Shiro, the willow blade is like the wind, and the fish fillets are like snow, sprinkled on the ice bottom that has been laid in advance .

The eyes of the middle-aged man moved with the willow blade, and he felt that the young man in white clothes like snow in front of him was like a ghost, because the horse mackerel under his knife was still struggling because it left the water.

As a relatively low-level life, fish can indeed maintain vitality after losing some tissues, but Nagasa Shiro's knife technique left this fish with a thin layer of muscle, allowing it to still control its body.

"This is really... Really good swordsmanship!" The middle-aged man showed a smile that belonged to a glutton. He also paid a lot of money to win this opportunity within the company to discuss business with Shiro Yongkusa.

Yongcao Shiro's name, to the public, is just a well-known cooking master, but to many well-connected people, this name also represents the most famous torturer in the whole neon.

No matter how hard the bone is, it will be subdued quickly in Yongcao Shiro's hands, and he can't wait to tell how many times he peed in his pants when he was a child.

The middle-aged man came this time on behalf of the Miki Group. In addition to this expensive meal of bone-yaki dishes, he also had to give Shiro Yongkusa an order.

Yongcao Shiro gave an undeniable hum, and casually threw the yellow bamboo pods with only the skeleton and head and tail back into the transparent fish tank. He watched the bone fish swim in the clear water without any residue falling, and finally Showed a satisfied smile.

Middle-aged people just feel that they have never eaten such a wonderful sashimi, although the chef is a fearsome guy, and it is not pleasant to watch the wreckage of the ingredients constantly showing off their 'swimming posture' in front of them while eating , but he still wants to say, this trip was worthwhile!
It wasn't until the last fish fillet was wiped out by him that Yongcao Shiro spoke again: "Sanmu Group has placed six orders with me in recent months. Do you have many enemies?"

"No!" The middle-aged man immediately denied: "It's just that we are going to launch a cross-generational product recently, which has attracted a lot of prying eyes. The president wants to know who is behind the scenes."

"Tell me about the person you are going to send." Yongcao Shiro looked at the remaining fish in the clay pot, then at the sadness in the middle-aged man's eyes, and picked up a pink fish again.

"This is cherry trout, a refined product of the Fisheries Department of the Arata Group. Although the season is not right, it is still plump, firm and rich in fat. It is oily to eat and makes people feel happy." Shiro Yongkusa said, the finished product has been completed Decomposition of cherry trout: "I hope you will have a good memory after eating."

The middle-aged man hurriedly bowed and thanked the chef: "Thank you very much for your size!"

"The person you need to deal with this time is a traitor who has been lurking inside us for ten years!" Speaking of the target to be sent, the middle-aged man finally showed some color: "He has been lying in the corpse for a vegetarian meal. See through him."

Maybe it's because the brightly colored sashimi really makes people feel happy, maybe it's because there's a little more sake that goes with the food, and the middle-aged man's chatterbox has opened up, telling a lot about the target's past.

Finally, when the last piece of sashimi was eaten and the cherry trout was also swimming in the fish tank, Yongcao Shiro said lightly: "Sorry, this order is not accepted, and I will check out on the first floor later, and I have another order." Guests are welcome."

After speaking, Shiro Yongcao stood up and looked towards the door, as if he was waiting for something.

"But don't you only receive one guest every day?" The middle-aged man wanted to save something, and said in vain: "If it's a matter of sincerity, we, Miki, can increase the price by 30.00%!"

"No, I have a bad guest." Yongcao Shiro played with the willow blade in his hand, and showed a cold smile to the middle-aged man: "If you don't want to get in trouble, you'd better walk fast, otherwise That's too late."

The middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, immediately closed his mouth, picked up the brocade box on the ground, bowed to Shirou Yongcao, and left in a hurry.

"Have you heard enough?" Yongcao Shiro waited for the sound of the middle-aged man's footsteps to disappear before shouting in the direction of the balcony: "I have found you."

Afterwards, Tang Ji walked into the room from the direction of the balcony, sat where the middle-aged man was sitting before, and said to Yongcao Shiro: "I have heard you talk so much, I also want to try your cooking skills."

Sanada Hiroyuki sat under Tang Ji, translated his words, and looked at the willow blade in Yongcao Shiro's hand with some trepidation.

This kind of willow blade for sashimi is one-third longer than the table knives usually used at home, and its shape is almost the same as the knives used by samurai in the past. Many famous knife makers have been born as samurai swords in their ancestors. of.

"Very good, the visitor is a guest." Yongcao Shiro seemed a little surprised by Tang Ji's reaction, and then looked at Wang Zhengdao and Sanada Hiroyuki beside him: "Forgive me to prepare the ingredients, these fish are not suitable for you. "

"Please feel free." Tang Ji looked at the surrounding environment with great interest: "As long as you don't give me human flesh."

Sanada Hiroyuki hesitated for a moment, but translated it intact. Even if the chef knew how to peel Tang Ji's skin again, he might not be able to peel off Tang Ji's skin.

Yongcao Shiro seemed to be irritated by this sentence, but in the end he restrained his emotions, took the food plate away from the table, and took a deep look at Tang Ji.

Tang Ji, on the other hand, looked at the two bone fish in the bathtub on the food plate indifferently: "Why don't you let them go?"

This time without Hiroyuki Sanada's translation, Yongcao Shiro understood Tang Ji's meaning, replied in neon language and left without looking back.

"He said it was his work." Hiroyuki Sanada explained in a low voice.

"You said, Mr. Lucky led me here, did he let me kill him, or let me recruit him?" Tang Ji asked Wang Zhengdao beside him, "It doesn't look like a kind person."

"To each other." Wang Zhengdao looked at Tang Ji seriously: "Maybe you are a little bit more evil, anyway, let's play it by ear and eat first!"

"Okay, let's eat first." Tang Ji nodded. He did have some expectations for Yongcao Shiro's craftsmanship, of course, as long as he didn't bring out the salmon.

Neither can artificial ones.

Fifteen minutes later, just when Wang Zhengdao wondered if Shirou Yongcao had taken the opportunity to run away, the chef came back with a bigger food plate.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time, this is the new red sea bream." Yongcao Shiro put the heavy food plate on the table, and pulled out a longer willow blade: "In the neon, there is a sentence to describe this kind of fish. Sakura, people are samurai, pillars are cypress trees, fish are sea breams."

It took Sanada Hiroyuki a bit of effort to translate this sentence, but unfortunately Wang Zhengdao and Tang Ji are both ignorant masters, and they really can't understand the charm of the all-round reduced poems like Neon Scarlet Sentence .

Yongcao Shiro didn't continue to talk nonsense, the blade in his hand was sharp, and the crystal clear fish fillets flew into the plates of the three villains one by one.

"Please use." Yongcao Shiro stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

Tang Ji was also polite, picked up a stack of sashimi with his chopsticks, dipped it in the seasoning and stuffed it into his mouth, watching Shiro Yongcao frown.

"Very good!" Tang Ji gave the chef a thumbs up: "Where did you buy this vinegar, it's quite sweet."

"Baga!" Shiro Yongcao was really annoyed this time, if he hadn't been unable to see through the depth of the two people in front of him, he would have called the security guard a long time ago.

Bah!
The prelude sounded, and Tang Ji shot Yongcao Shiro's willow blade: "Sit down, I understand what you said just now, I don't like people standing and looking at me when I eat."

"I thought you said that the mission to come to Neon this time was a secret operation?" Wang Zhengdao maintained an elegant posture, enjoying the food piece by piece: "It turned out that you shot in just one minute."

Yongcao Shiro looked at his broken willow blade, and his eyebrows became more angry: "Since the villain has no intention of enjoying the hospitality of the master, then let's get straight to the point. What is the purpose of you looking for me? Are you here to ask me to do it, or are you here to find me?" Hatred?"

"Tell him, I want to know what Sanmu Company wants from him?" Tang Ji held a gun in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and ate all the remaining fish.

"You don't know my identity?" Shiro Yongcao showed a surprised expression on his face: "Could it be that you came to me because of my cooking skills?"

Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao glanced at each other, and the latter told Tang Ji with his eyes, don't look at me, I was also arrested temporarily by you.

But Tang Jisi thought about it, and he remembered that Yongcao Shiro's information only stated that he was a master chef of bone bathing, and he suspected that he had the ability to live the dead, and nothing else.

Therefore, it seems that he really came here for the other party's cooking skills.
"A group of lunatics." Yongcao Shiro lost his patience and clapped his hands. Suddenly, eight entangled black figures like mummies appeared around him: "Kill them."

"No, forget it, teach them a lesson, and then throw them out." Yongcao Shiro suddenly changed his order, stepped back a few steps and said to Tang Ji: "Remember, don't provoke people you don't understand."

"I want to know, you suddenly changed your mind and didn't want to kill us just now, is it a temporary idea?" Under the rapid translation of Sanada Hiroyuki, Tang Ji finally had time to ask a question before shooting.

Originally, he planned to directly kill this neon chef who didn't look like a good person, but the other party suddenly changed his mind and only planned to teach himself a lesson, which suddenly made Tang Ji feel the other party's heart.

Well, he mainly didn't think of a more suitable word. After all, if someone suddenly came to his site, made a show of his might, and even broke the guy who was eating, Tang Ji would definitely not just teach them a lesson.

But he wasn't sure, maybe it was because of the influence of Mr. Lucky, some kind of luck, he didn't want to kill that neon cook, so he changed his mind temporarily?

Tang Ji frowned, dropped the wine glass on the table to the ground, and gave up his plan to continue thinking. This thing turned into a nesting doll when he thought about it, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Yongcao Shiro may not be aware of Tang Ji's complicated mental activities in a moment, but he must have heard the allusion of throwing a cup as a sign.

The moment Tang Ji threw the cup, the eight black mummies started to move. They seemed to have no weight, flying over the wall and jumping at Tang Ji from all angles.

Tang Ji's first shot hit the chest of one of the mummy, and the bullet passed through the chest, leaving only a transparent hole the size of a basketball.

But Tang Ji was used to things that bullets didn't work, and without the slightest hesitation, he let the remaining five bullets in the magazine drill five more holes in the same target.

Sometimes what you think can't be killed may just be the dose is not enough.

The huge firepower of the prelude almost directly destroyed the physical existence of the black mummy, leaving him with only a pile of broken bones and rags falling on the ground.

"Skeleton?" Tang Ji wiped out one enemy, grabbed the other with his iron hand, kicked the third one away, and still had time to check the enemy in his hand.

Although this kind of thing is bluffing in speed, its strength is weak, even inferior to ordinary people. Tang Ji broke one up with a little force.

Wang Zhengdao's efficiency is even higher than Tang Ji's. He uses a force technique similar to Cun Jin, and every contact attack can make the enemy fall apart instantly.

When Tang Ji met Wang Zhengdao for the first time, he knew that Wang Zhengdao possessed special skills.

Wang Zhengdao is not Tang Ji's style of fighting with experience and beast intuition, but a killing machine honed by honing his body and skills for decades since he was a child.

If there is a life-and-death fight, maybe Tang Ji still has a chance, but in a pure fight, if Tang Ji doesn't take advantage of the prosthetic limbs, he can only be beaten all over his head.

Unfortunately, Wang Zhengdao is a martial artist, not a killer, and his killing intent is not strong enough.

Just like just now, Tang Ji didn't even think about whether he would cause casualties to the attackers. It's instinct to invite life and death.

Wang Zhengdao, on the other hand, decided that the opponent was not human after the fight, so he made a heavy hand.

This is determined by his innate temperament and acquired experience. After all, Tang Ji is furious. If Angelina hadn't restrained him, he might have started his bloodthirsty career ten years ago.

Now, it's just the beginning to show its true nature.

　PS: Corrected typos~
　　
　
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