I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

When George said that he would receive Lu Mingfei in Tokyo, Japan and take them to play, in order to make it easier to recognize each other at the time, he posted a picture of himself in the group.

So when Lu Mingfei and the others walked out of the airport exit, they immediately saw the conspicuous naive child and the woman standing next to him in the crowd.

Xia Mi tweeted and admired that George was more handsome than in the picture, second only to Senior Brother Chu and Senior Brother Lu among the people she had met, but his eyes seemed a bit uncomfortable, and he was not as easy-going as he was in the group.

Chu Zihang subconsciously squinted his eyes when he looked at Yuanzhi, especially when he saw his eyes, he even had the illusion of being cut on his skin by a knife. This was definitely not the look and temperament that ordinary people should have.

Could it be that George is actually involved in the Japanese underworld?

Chu Zihang guessed in his heart.

Lu Mingfei was expressionless, stretched out his hand, and squeezed it **** his thigh.

"Sure enough, it doesn't hurt at all, it seems to be a dream."

He muttered to himself in a low voice.

"This is not a dream," Chu Zihang's calm voice remembered behind him, "You don't hurt because you twisted my leg."

"Oh, sorry brother."

Lu Mingfei quickly apologized.

"Senior Brother Lu, you are also a person who has seen the world, how come you behave like an ancient person who has entered a modern city right out of Tokyo Airport," Xia Mi vomited, "Hurry up and show you what you have never seen before. Put it away, it will humiliate Chinese tourists!"

Su Xiaoyao on the side also looked a little sluggish, shook his head and said: "He is not surprised for Tokyo."

"Why? Is it a handsome guy for George?" Xia Mi smirked, "Or for the big sister next to George?"

"No, it's nothing, let's go first."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and took Su Xiaoyao's hand towards Yuan Zhisheng and Ying.

...

When Lu Mingfei walked towards Yuan Zhisheng, Yuan Zhisheng and Ying also walked towards them.

"George?"

Lu Mingfei tentatively asked in Japanese.

"Well," Yuan Zhisheng nodded, but he spoke Chinese, "Let's call my real name offline, Yuan Zhisheng, welcome everyone to Tokyo."

"Lu Mingfei, the same as in the group," Lu Mingfei sincerely praised after seeing the local characteristics of Chinese in the Equipment Department, "Brother Yuan, you speak Chinese really well."

"Thank you," Yuan Zhisheng nodded and thanked, "Because the company has close transactions with the Chinese side, I learned Chinese specially."

"Chu Zihang, the nickname in the group is Yushendao·Cunyu."

Standing half a step behind Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang spoke.

"I finally met," Yuan Zhisheng smiled, his natural cold eyes had a somewhat imperceptible fighting spirit, "I have prepared a handle for you."

"I brought the handle."

Chuzi Channel.

Lu Mingfei thought this scene very much like Ye Gucheng stood on the top of the Forbidden City and said to Ximen Chuuxue, "You are here, I have prepared a sword for you", and then Ximen Chuuxue said coolly, "I will bring the sword to the appointment."

Lu Mingfei said he didn't know and thought you two were going to play Street Fighter.

"Su Xiaoyao, Lu Mingfei's girlfriend."

Su Xiaoyao spoke.

"I'm Xia Mi!"

Xia Mi stood on tiptoe and raised her hand.

"She is Sakura, my secretary."

Yuan Zhisheng introduces the girl beside him.

"When we meet for the first time, please take care of me."

Sakura bowed deeply. Although she was dressed like an urban beauty, she had the temperament of Yamato Nadeshiko.

"Let's go, I have already booked a hotel for you," Yuan Zhisheng showed the usual order of the Japanese, "Considering the comfort, it is far from the airport."

"Don't wait for Old Tang? He has about half an hour to arrive."

Lu Mingfeidao.

"The car I drove with Ying only had five seats, and the six people were already quite crowded," Yuan Zhisheng said, "so I arranged for others to pick up Jun Tang."

"It's the secretary and the arranger. The company has multinational business. Brother Yuan, you are a cashier!"

Xia Mi looked at Yuan's immature eyes with a little more unkindness towards the incumbents.

"Currently charged?"

Yuan Zhi was puzzled, Ying beside him couldn't help but chuckle.

"Since someone picks up Old Tang, let's go first," Lu Mingfei took the lead. "Presumably Old Tang will not mind."

...

"asshole!"

Yasha's fist slammed heavily on the steering wheel. If this car was not a modified vehicle for the original child, the steering wheel might have been broken.

"The idiot netizen that the young master asked us to pick up can even admit his mistake at the airport! He landed at Narita Airport and asked us to pick him up at Haneda Airport?! Narita Airport is not in Tokyo at all!" Yasha's forehead stretched, "He is playing Are you both of us?"

"Don't think people so gloomy," the crow turned his head and spit out smoke rings out the car window. "Maybe he is just a simple idiot."

They are naive subordinates. As young and promising members of the underworld, they rarely use their real names and often use code names.

"If he is not a friend of the young master, I will send him to contribute to the bridge project in Tokyo."

Yasha pulled out a black box of Seven Stars and held it in his mouth.

"Are you going to send him to work as a coolie at the construction site of the bridge?"

The crow asked.

"I want to pour him into the bridge pier."

Yasha lights up a cigarette.

"Don't be so cruel," Crow shook his head, "If the young master hadn't asked us to pick up his friend, we wouldn't have the chance to drive around in the young owner's car. We usually drive this car for missions."

"Such a good car can only be driven on a mission, like letting a naked woman go into the sea to fish for lobster and conch," Yasha exclaimed. "Using Chinese idioms, this young master is called a violent thing."

"Stop complaining. I checked the weather forecast in Narita. It might rain today, so hurry up," the crow urged. "Friends who neglect the young master, we will be hung on the bridge's tie rods~www.readwn. com~The gate of Narita International Airport.

After questioning the staff in the airport more than a dozen times, Old Tang finally fumbled out of the airport, and it was drizzling outside.

It was not until he got off the plane and saw a sign with an English translation in the airport that Old Tang realized that his plane was not about to land at Haneda International Airport in Tokyo, but at Narita International Airport in Narita City, Chiba Prefecture.

After urgently contacting George, Old Tang tried his best and finally found the exit of the airport, waiting for someone George could pick him up.

Perhaps it was because he wasted too much time in the airport. Not long after he arrived at the door, the phone rang. After the connection, the person on the phone said in half-baked English that he was here to pick him up. Waiting at the airport gate.

After about a few minutes, two men in suits, leather shoes and ties, combing their backs, walked into the pick-up crowd under the rain, holding briefcases in one hand and photos in the other, looking around.

The two men dressed like senior office workers, but the posture of looking around with the photos was quite a bit of a gangster's momentum.

Old Tang Xin said that Japan is indeed the only country in the world where gangs are legal. Even office workers have the temperament of gangsters. Presumably gangs have been incorporated into the Japanese bones as a characteristic culture.

Then he saw the two office workers who had performed the underworld culture vividly and vividly looked at him together, and strode towards him.

Although Old Tang himself is the kind that he doesn’t quite understand in his colleagues, he is still a hunter after all, and he won’t be persuaded by being looked at. He watched two people walk in front of him and stopped. Old Tang used The crappy Japanese asked: "Is there anything wrong?"

Then the man holding the photo on the other side asked in broken English: "Is it Mr. Ronald Tang?"