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"Ah..."
Almost as soon as that slap went out, a shriek followed imdiately. The sound was truly gut-wrenching, making anyone who heard it feel unnerved.
But...
The restaurant owner was taken aback for a while. He was already ntally prepared for his face to be slapped swollen, yet the one screaming wasn't him.
Instead... it was the little Japanese guy in front of him who was ready to slap him!
What's going on?
The restaurant owner was dumbfounded, slightly opening his previously closed eyes, only to see that little Japanese guy screaming miserably while covering his hand. A chopstick was stuck through his palm!
"Chopstick?"
The restaurant owner was stupefied, looking incredulously at the chopstick that almost directly pierced through the palm of that little Japanese guy. His hand was now bloody, looking particularly miserable as blood kept dripping onto the ground without hesitation.
"Baka!"
Such a scene left the restaurant owner bewildered while simultaneously igniting the anger of those little Japanese guys. Soone imdiately roared furiously, quickly drawing his katana and glaring past the restaurant owner at the tables of custors inside.
In the end, their eyes were all fixed on Qin Fang's table...
Other guests, upon seeing these little Japanese guys appearing, mostly looked on from afar, not daring to ddle, but Qin Fang's table was the only one that remained calmly eating and drinking, as if the situation had nothing to do with them.
However, what truly identified Qin Fang's group as the culprits was that among their five people, only one was missing a chopstick.
Who might it be?
Monk Wukong...
Without a doubt, the one who struck was this monk.
"Monk, your hidden weapons skills are really impressive. You managed to shoot so accurately from such a distance..."
Though they just t not long ago, they had already grown quite familiar with each other. After all, they were teammates, and in the future, they'd rely on each other to defend their backs, so Ji Xiang spoke with a smile to Monk Wukong.
As for those vicious stares from the Japanese wanderers, Qin Fang's group didn't care at all.
"Life in the mountains is tough, the sustenance is really lacking, so sotis I secretly shoot one or two sparrows flying by, and that's how I honed this skill..."
Monk Wukong spoke nonchalantly. In the Sect, he wasn't one to strictly follow the rules. It's no surprise that he'd indulge in alcohol and at after leaving the mountain; he had long gotten used to it.
"You're so Flower Monk..."
Ji Xiang was speechless, teasing him with a smile.
"Call a drinker or eater, but Flower Monk... let's leave that out!"
Unexpectedly, Monk Wukong seriously shook his head, denying the title. Since he couldn't break the precept of lust, naturally he wouldn't indulge in it.
While the two were conversing, Qin Zi went to the restaurant bar to get new chopsticks, since eating by hand was too unhygienic.
But those little Japanese guys had already found the real targets and directly pushed aside the restaurant owner, a few of them brandishing shiny katanas as they approached Qin Fang's table.
The restaurant owner wanted to say sothing, but considering the brutish nature of these little Japanese guys, he could only keep quiet, at most praying in his heart that Qin Fang's group wouldn't suffer.
However, the restaurant owner understood; he understood Qin Fang's group wasn't ordinary, able to pierce a person's hand with a chopstick from nearly ten ters away. This was definitely not sothing a regular person could do, hence Qin Fang's group wasn't concerned.
"Who are you?"
Though these little Japanese guys were enraged, they didn't imdiately attack. Instead, they tightly gripped their katanas, glaring at Qin Fang's group, babbling in their language.
"What bird language, can't understand... speak sothing human!"
None of Qin Fang's group replied, but Monk Wukong took a sip of wine, shook his head, and cursed unsatisfactorily.
It couldn't be helped; this little Japanese guy seed to be the leader of the Japan wanderers, speaking Japanese. Only Qin Fang and Qin Zi at the table could understand, Ji Xiang vaguely knew what they were saying, as for Monk Wukong and Song Qingshan, they were completely clueless, unable to understand at all.
"Baka!"
The leader of those Japan wanderers suddenly wore an extrely unpleasant expression, his face shifting between green and pale. The anger in his eyes seed about to erupt, and the lackeys behind him were even more restless, wishing they could slice Monk Wukong into pieces to vent their hatred.
"You all… what kind of people are you?"
However, this leader seed to have so brains, choosing not to act imdiately. Instead, he stopped his underlings' agitation and repeated the question in broken Chinese.
"I am your ancestor from eight generations ago..."
Upon hearing the wanderer's broken Chinese, Monk Wukong's first reaction was wondering if he had returned to the anti-Japanese war era. He imdiately responded impolitely.
"Monk, aren't you supposed to abstain from worldly desires? How co you have so many great-great-great-grandsons..."
Hearing Monk Wukong's response, Ji Xiang, standing on the side, mockingly laughed and cursed, appearing to joke with Monk Wukong but clearly ridiculing those wanderers instead...
"Baka!"
Despite their poor Chinese, these wanderers could understand simple words. Monk Wukong's previous words might have been confusing, but Ji Xiang's teasing made it clear.
Listening to Qin Fang and the others jokingly treating them like grandsons was unbearable for these arrogant Japan wanderers.
Clang~~ Clang~~ Clang~~
They drew their katanas one after another, imdiately charging at Qin Fang and the others.
"Fight or kill?"
Seeing the Japan wanderers' nacing charge with their katanas gleaming sharply, Monk Wukong calmly glanced at Qin Fang and asked a question.
"This is a restaurant, let's not kill anyone…"
Qin Fang continued eating and drinking, as if it had nothing to do with him, rely muttering during a break between bites.
Monk Wukong nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, grunted, picked up his cup, and drained it in one gulp, "They're just small fry, I won't act, don't want to cause fatalities..."
Ji Xiang and Song Qingshan also didn't move, continuing with their als and drinks, looking quite relaxed.
While Qin Fang and the other three masters didn't act, Qin Zi, standing by Qin Fang's side, did… Without any visible change in her wrist, a small Sleeve Sword appeared in her hand, which she quickly wielded against the approaching Japan wanderers…
Swish Swish Swish~~~
The restaurant owner had been watching the commotion while the other diners were equally surprised by Qin Fang and the others' composure,
Until Qin Zi made her move, her sharp Sleeve Sword swept across the Japan wanderers' bodies like a Reaper's scythe, slashing through with a crisp sound as their clothes tore, quickly passing through them.
And those Japan wanderers seed to be frozen, with their bodies holding the katanas suddenly stiff, eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.
But imdiately after…
"Ah ah ah ah ah~~"
Horrifying screams followed one after another, the wanderers dropped their katanas with a continuous clatter, clutching their blood-soaked wrists where their hands had wielded the swords.
Their wrists had been slashed, to be precise, their tendons were severed; essentially, their hands were crippled. Even if reattached, they'd never regain full dexterity, aning they'd be resigned to being honest folk, unless they trained with the left hand…
"Grandmaster Level…"
But what shocked the Japan wanderers more than their severed tendons was that this stunning young woman possessed skills at a Master Level, leaving them utterly powerless...
Most terrifying was that this unparalleled beauty seed to be the maid to the absurdly young man among the four.
Looking at the others' reactions, it appeared as though they didn't find the scene surprising in the slightest, not even glancing at the incident…
Either these people were all mightier than the young woman, or they'd just witnessed such scenes far too often!
Regardless, the wanderers now realized they had provoked terrifying figures they should never have disturbed.
Understanding this, despite the agony in their hands that nearly made them cry out, they dared not act arrogantly, not even daring to move a step.
"Get lost…"
Yet Qin Fang didn't even bother to glance at them, rely waving his hand to shoo them away. He was eating and didn't want people brandishing weapons, covered in blood, disrupting them, spoiling their appetite.
This was Qin Fang's first ti speaking in a while, but he did so in Japanese. The wanderers shivered slightly, and like receiving a great pardon, they scurried out of the restaurant, bowing and nodding while mumbling. So were in such a hurry they didn't even dare retrieve their fallen katanas…
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