Dragon Clan: My Word Spirit is refreshed every week

Chapter 205 Three Golden Flowers

While Zhou Xuan was thinking about the undercurrent of tonight, Ying had already laid a snow-white napkin on the engine compartment cover.

Three exquisite tulip glasses were placed on the napkin. Louis Roederer's champagne was poured into the glasses. There were three lime slices with small Japanese flags on the rim of the glasses. Sakura also held three bouquets of delicate flowers in her hands. Bright yellow tulips.

This was probably the most impressive welcome ceremony in the history of the Japanese branch. There were luxury cars, bouquets, beauties, and champagne. All that was left was a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

However, Yuan Zhisheng had no intention of hugging the three ace commissioners of the headquarters. He really hated having physical contact with others.

And judging from their resumes, to be honest, these three guys are just flowers growing in a greenhouse. Except for dandies and violent maniacs, they are just useless people. Yuan Zhisheng has no good impression of these three types of players.

Apart from Angers, the only person in Kassel Academy who can make Yuan Zhisheng admire him is the famous S-class hybrid named Zhou Xuan.

The commotion that happened in Europe half a year ago was too big. Although Kassel Academy tried its best to block the news, the Sheqi family still figured out what happened through various channels.

Yuan Zhisheng sincerely admires and recognizes the Chinese young man who dared to face the King of Bronze and Fire Norton, single-handedly covered the evacuation of his companions, and ultimately died unfortunately.

"It's such a pity that God is jealous of talents." Yuan Zhisheng sighed softly.

At this time, a huge roar came from the dark sea in the distance, as if a flying monster with spread wings was approaching at high speed with wind and thunder.

One thing to say, even if the plane really collided with the Hummer, Zhou Xuan could easily rescue everyone present instantly, so there was no need to worry.

The moment it touched the sea surface, the Sleipnir suddenly turned on all its lights.

Zhou Xuan, who was standing next to Yuan Zhisheng, raised his eyebrows and watched with interest as the Sleipnir rushed towards him, showing no intention of moving.

If the pilot's operation just now made any mistakes, the collision between the aircraft and the Humvee would be unavoidable, and everyone would be dead.

Carrying monstrous sounds and flames, the Sleipnir approached the Humvee inch by inch, like a mad bull rushing towards the matador, but it was pulled by the tail at the last moment and stopped abruptly. There are only a few dozen centimeters in front of the Hummer!

"I'll **your**!" The pilot in the plane directly raised the international friendly gesture to Yuan Zhisheng, and at the same time launched a series of friendly greetings to Yuan Zhisheng's eighteenth generation ancestor.

In the blink of an eye, the plane appeared only fifty meters in front of the Humvee.

This runway, built in 1941, is still a bit too short. It is generally not enough for an aircraft that has just completed supersonic flight!

Sakura, who was standing behind Yuan Zhisheng, was motionless.

At this time, the Sleipnir suddenly sprayed flames forward, and the engine reverse thrust was fully turned on. The high-temperature airflow of hundreds of degrees instantly set off a hurricane on the runway, almost blowing the Humvee that had the handbrake almost back. But Yuan Zhisheng still sat motionless on the bumper of the Hummer.

What's more, it's just a mere supersonic aircraft now.

Yuan Zhisheng picked up the Gentle Seven Stars in his hand and watched the Sleipnir charging towards him with an expressionless expression.

"It's quite on time." Yuan Zhisheng glanced at his watch.

This black Gulfstream business jet, carrying a huge amount of light, boarded the runway that had not yet been submerged in the sea like a cavalry charge. The tires and the runway were rubbing against each other at extremely high speeds, and sparks were everywhere and the air was filled with charred smoke.

At that time, when Odin was riding the original eight-legged Masleipnir in Atlantis and launched a charge, he didn't even have the slightest thought of being nervous.

As a minor surname, the general will not retreat. Even if thousands of arrows are about to pierce her heart in the next second, she cannot take a step back.

If silly people from other branches had done this, the pilot would have jumped out of the plane and had a good showdown with them.

But the people in the Japanese branch are not just stupid.

The pilot knows the nature of these psychopaths. They are just a group of violent gangsters who believe in the extreme culture!

Things like how a mountain collapses and remains unchanged, a man's love is as strong as a diamond, and commits hara-kiri after a disagreement, etc. All the people here are fucking lunatics from St. Elizabeth. Therefore, the pilot was too lazy to look at Yuan Zhisheng again and opened the cabin door angrily, preparing to unload the cargo and run away from this ghost place.

The door of the cabin opened, but Yuan Zhisheng did not go up to greet him as originally planned. Instead, he sat motionless on the bumper: "Does anyone in this department bring a lighter? Let me borrow a fire."

He looked straight at the cabin door calmly, as if there was a lion hidden in his eyes... No, there was a light as sharp as a sword.

Yuan Zhisheng rarely looks at people.

This was not because of contempt or any other reason, but because everyone who had looked at him felt on pins and needles, with fear and panic rising involuntarily in their hearts.

Yuan Zhisheng does not want to scare others with his gaze, so he rarely looks at others.

But at this moment, he wanted to use his eyes to give the children in his headquarters a showdown!

In Japan, Kassel's approach is completely unworkable.

When you come here, no matter you are a dragon crossing the river or a tiger in the wind, you must behave honestly with your tail between your legs, and use a cautious and sincere attitude to light a cigarette for the old timer first.

Zhou Xuan is very clear about Yuan Zhisheng's thoughts.

"Young man, this idea of ​​yours should be successful in most cases. Unfortunately, this time it's Kassel's three golden flowers." He laughed secretly in his heart.

The gangway slowly descended, and with the crisp sound of clogs, three figures appeared in front of Yuan Zhisheng, which made him take a breath of cold air.

This is... what kind of number! ?

I saw three oil-paper umbrellas spinning and flying out of the hatch.

The three people holding the oil-paper umbrellas were wearing the same style of printed kimonos and wearing white sock clogs. The three paper umbrellas had different pictures on them.

One depicts a white crane about to take flight and a proudly blooming chrysanthemum, the other depicts the majestic Mount Fuji, and the last one has nothing painted on it, but four big characters written in a bold handwriting: "Tianxiayiban!"

The man in the middle also wore two long knives on his waist, one of which immediately caught Yuan Zhisheng's attention.

There are countless high-quality alchemy knives in the Sword Museum of the Sheqi Hachi Family. The Doji Kiri and Spider Kiri in Minamoto's hands are treasures of alchemical weapons, but all the weapons he has seen in his life are not as good as the dark gold sword in front of him. Samurai sword!

Yuan Zhisheng actually felt that the knife was like a wild dragon, roaring ferociously in the scabbard, which made him feel chills running down his spine and vigilance in his heart.

What weapon could make the emperor himself so shuddering?

Yuan Zhisheng was shocked.

At this time, Tianxia Ichiban took the lead and walked up to Yuan Zhisheng. His golden hair was particularly eye-catching.

He frowned and complained: "It's really cold! Is this how the Japanese treat guests? Shouldn't we be arranged to land in the VIP channel?"

Before he finished speaking, Tianxia turned to look at Yuan Zhisheng, stretched out his hand and took the cigarette out of his mouth: "What's so good about this kind of woman's cigarette? I can't stop smoking."

(End of this chapter)