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

In front of the drizzle Narita International Airport, two underworld office workers stood in front of Tang.

"Yes, I'm Ronald Tang, who are you?"

Old Tang nodded in a daze.

"We are the person who arranged for the president to pick you up to the hotel. Please come with us."

Crow smiled and turned the photo in his hand and showed it to Old Tang. It was the photo of himself sent by Old Tang to George. It seemed that these two people were George's subordinates in the company and were arranged to pick him up for him.

Although the two employees looked a bit gangster, the information was consistent. Old Tang lifted the backpack behind him, nodded, and followed them to the parking lot.

"Hummer H2?"

Looking at the car in front of him, Old Tang was a little surprised.

Not only surprised at how expensive this car is, but also surprised at the signs of modification on it.

Lao Tang didn't know the laws and regulations of Japan, nor did he see the specific modification project of the car, so although it can be seen that the car has been obviously modified, it is impossible to determine whether it is an illegal modification.

But this has nothing to do with him. Since he began to practice the management ideas taught by Fei Ge, his physical fitness has changed to non-human day by day, even if the car is half-driving because of the hidden safety hazard of the modification, he will not be blown up. , There is still more power to rescue the two employees who picked him up by the way.

Of course, it should be impossible to bomb, how could such a coincidence happen?

Following the two of them into the car, Old Tang put the backpack next to the back seat, took out a box of CAMEL from it, and enthusiastically took out two of them and handed them to the two in front of the driver's seat and the co-pilot.

Crow and Yasha glanced at each other, took the cigarette from Old Tang, threw off the lighter and lit them.

Yuan Zhisheng especially told them not to act like a gangster. This would scare his friends. He didn't want his friends to know that he was a gangster.

So when Old Tang had nothing to say and asked if the two of them were naive subordinates and what their occupations were, the crow gave an excuse that had already been made up.

"Genji Heavy Industries? It sounds like a big group," Old Tang nodded, with a thoughtful look, "You are a heavy industry group. No wonder you will transform vehicles."

Yasha glanced at Old Tang in surprise. He didn't expect this shameless American yellow race to see that the car was modified. Could it be a professional who is proficient in vehicle modification?

"Your car has been remodeled really well," Old Tang praised, "This throttle, this engine, this site, this shock absorption, it's perfect!"

Yasha and Crow were satisfied with Old Tang’s taste. Yasha, who was still a bit dissatisfied with Old Tang, took the initiative to speak: “That is, we are now in order to get to the hotel as soon as possible and copy the mountain roads. If ordinary cars had long been overthrowing people’s minds. Even the damping system of our modified car can be as smooth as possible!"

Old Tang nodded approvingly. They had left the city and entered the mountain path, surrounded by lush trees. The not wide mountain road was densely covered with rugged, potholes and stones, but only slightly at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour. The bumpy feeling.

"You can still think of adding a clock escapement to the engine. It's really ingenious!" Old Tang was amazed with his cigarette. "The ticking sound of the escapement is mixed with the sound of the engine, it's like a symphony. Pleasant."

"Yes...wait!" The crow frowned. "We didn't add an escapement to the engine!"

The crow and Yasha looked at each other and listened carefully. The sound of the Hummer's roaring engine was indeed mixed with a faint but regular "tick" sound, just like the sound of a clock...

Crow and Yasha exchanged glances, and each spit out a dirty word at the same time.

"boom"

Bright fire bursts on the rugged mountain roads, the scorching air waves spread, the rain was blown, and the leaves rustled in the wind and rain.

Old Tang stood by the tree, holding a crow in his left hand, Yasha in his right hand, and his backpack in his mouth.

Twenty or thirty figures in black came out of the forest with weapons in their hands, ranging from the katana and wakame of cold weapons to the carbine, rifle and Browning automatic rifle of hot weapons, and there was even one person. Carrying a German-made spear 44mm rocket launcher.

The silhouettes are different in height, short, fat, and thin, and their weapons are also diverse. Only the eyes are uniform cold gold, and they are gleaming like a ghost under the dim rain.

Old Tang twitched, looked down at the crow and Yasha he was holding, and suffocated a word for a long time.

"Brother, you two have smoked out."

...

Lu Mingfei, Su Xiaoyao, Chu Zihang, Xia Mi, and Yuan Zhisheng sat on the sofa and chatted in a luxury hotel near the Genji Heavy Industries Building in Tokyo. The coffee table was piled with peanuts and melon peels and peels, and Sakura was peeling an apple.

"Old Tang is so slow!" Xia Mi expressed his contempt for Old Tang, "He could actually make a mistake about the landing point of his plane."

"This kind of thing happened to him, it's normal," Lu Mingfei chewed on a piece of orange that Su Xiaoyao had just fed him. "According to him, he even drove outside to buy one. Hamburg can get lost."

"I really admire him for stubbornly living to the present."

Xia Mi sighed with strong admiration, as if Old Tang was not a simple road idiot, but a high-level paraplegia and cancer patient who stubbornly struggled with life and illness.

Lu Mingfei took a verdant grape from the fruit plate and slowly peeled off the thin skin. Although most people, including him, eat grapes with skins, but Su Xiaoyao seems to prefer no skins. The taste.

"The person I sent to pick up Tang Jun earlier called me and told me that they received it and they should be there within two hours."

Original innocence.

"There are still two hours..." Xia Mi looked sadly at Chu Zihang and suggested, "Brother, let's go out and have fun by ourselves, and wait until Old Tang is about to come back."

Chu Zihang looked towards Lu Mingfei, as if seeking his opinion.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, and was about to abandon Old Tang, when the original cell phone ringing suddenly rang.

Yuan Zhisheng yelled and turned on the phone, which seemed to be a text message. Lu Mingfei couldn't see what was written because of the angle problem, but Yuan Zhisheng's face changed suddenly.

"The company has urgent matters to deal with," Yuan Zhisheng stood up and bowed deeply to the others, "I'm very sorry, I need to leave temporarily."

"Understand and understand, hurry up if you have something to do in your company, don't delay and cause anything," Lu Mingfei said quickly, "don't worry, we can take care of ourselves."

"Don't worry~www.readwn.com~ The company headquarters is only a few blocks away from here," Yuan Zhisheng opened his arms and Sakura put on a coat for him, "I will personally come to make amends to you after I have settled the matter."

Yuan Zhisheng left with Ying hurriedly.

"What shall we do now? Go out to play or continue to wait?"

Xia Mi asked.

"Let’s go out for a party, it’s late afternoon. If you don’t go out anymore, it’s a waste today," Lu Mingfei took Su Xiaoyao’s hand, "I’m a little hungry, we two went out to find food."

"I'm going too! I'm going too!"

Xia Mi raised his hand.

"Why are you here with a light bulb? Where are you going to stay cool!"

Lu Mingfei's voice was full of disgust, but his face winked at Xia Mi from a perspective that Chu Zihang couldn't see.

Xia Mi would give Lu Mingfei a look of "brother, good wingman", and the next second he turned his head crying and hugged Chu Zihang's arm pitifully.

...

And Su Xiaoyao walked along the streets of Tokyo in the rain holding an umbrella, and the lights of the metropolis spread under the hazy rain curtain, casting a halo on the ground and walls.

Pedestrians on the street are holding umbrellas, walking in a hurry, and the endless stream of people and vehicles are like kaleidoscopes and revolving lanterns on the street.

Then a strange breath broke into Lu Mingfei's perception, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the breath.

Lu Mingfei looked through the crowds and vehicles. Under the traffic lights at the crossroads, there was a white figure standing in the drizzle. She was wearing a large witch costume, and her rare dark red hair became wet and dropped in the rain and water vapor. Come down, stick it on the skin and the witch costume.

The girl's face was quiet and ethereal that Lu Mingfei had never seen before, and the rain curtain enveloped her, like a barrier of gods separating her from the world.

She stood in the enchantment where the gods descended from the sky, like an independent elf, looking at the traffic on the world, and the white hakama was spotless.