Clang!
Private First Class Lieutenant Donkey Face dropped his rifle, his face contorted with terror, his body trembling violently, and he collapsed to his knees uncontrollably.
Clang! Clang! Clang...
As Type 89 rifles fell to the ground one after another, like a domino effect, more and more Kyoto soldiers could not resist the kneeling feeling that arose in their blood and bones, and knelt down on the ground.
They kept their heads bowed low, as if even glancing up at the samurai-headed youth would be a grave offense.
What are you doing?
The round-faced captain was filled with doubt and uncertainty. At that moment, the more than fifty Kyoto soldiers on the samurai-headed youth's side dropped their weapons and knelt down on the ground, as if they were worshipping a god.
"Stand up! Stand up!"
The round-faced sergeant, veins bulging on his forehead, roared like thunder. The surrounding Kyoto soldiers raised their rifles, their nerves on edge, aiming at the samurai-haired youth. "What the hell are you doing? I order you to stand up!"
The samurai-headed youth gripped his twin swords, turned around, and glanced back.
"Shut up!"
"You--"
The round-faced sergeant's angry voice came to an abrupt halt. His face was blank, and as his heart stopped, the rushing blood in his body instantly stopped. An irresistible sense of worship from the depths of his bones swept through his limbs and bones.
With a loud crash.
The round-faced captain dropped his weapon and knelt heavily on the ground. It was an inescapable, basic survival instinct, like the fear of starving to death without food, dying of thirst without water, or sudden death without sleep...
The young man who doesn't kneel before the samurai will die!
Splash--
The remaining Kyoto soldiers knelt down one after another.
"Holy crap! What's going on?"
The bizarre scene of everyone kneeling before his eyes made Yin Long's eyes widen, completely baffled. "Why are they all kneeling down?"
"This scene is quite spectacular."
Huyan Lan's exquisite face was filled with shock. More than a hundred soldiers from Kyoto knelt down Qiancheng in the direction of Su Hang, silent as if they were worshipping an emperor in feudal times.
"Damn it, is Brother Su's aura really that intimidating?" Hu Xiao was also taken aback.
Last night, they were worried that Su Hang wouldn't be able to portray the swordsman's aura. Who would have thought that after the latter closed his eyes to rest, it was as if he had opened up his meridians, and the aura that erupted from his body perfectly recreated the image of a ruthless swordsman.
If I had to describe it, it would be like the King of Glory Musashi Miyamoto.
"Captain! Lord Youjing just checked. Lord Kanzaki and his entourage encountered a traffic accident, so they switched to our local chauffeur-driven vehicle. No problem, just let them pass..."
The recruits, whose ancestral home was Tokyo, ran out of the building and looked at the large group of comrades kneeling on the ground. They were puzzled. When they saw the round-faced sergeant and the donkey-faced private first class also kneeling in the line of worship, they were completely dumbfounded.
"You! I'm talking to you!"
Fully recovered, Yin Long arrogantly declared, "Now that you know that person is Young Master Kanzaki, why don't you kneel down immediately?"
"Do I have to kneel too?" [A new recruit from Tokyo ] asked, pointing to his face with a blank expression.
"Kneel down!" Yin Long roared.
"Yes, sir!" [A new recruit from Tokyo ] knelt down beside the round-faced sergeant, glancing at the samurai-haired youth. "Is that Lord Kanzaki?"
"Just as I imagined." The new recruit, whose ancestral home Tokyo, nudged the round-faced sergeant beside him and whispered, "Sergeant, sergeant, how long do we have to kneel?"
"Don't... don't talk to me."
The round-faced sergeant gritted his teeth and uttered the words, sweat pouring down his face.
"Okay, sure."
"Captain, Captain, you look terrible! Oh! You're sweating so much, are you feeling unwell?"
"Don't fucking talk to me!!!"
The interior of the Yugong Tower.
The VIP elevator ascends to the top floor, the 33rd floor.
"Damn it, that was close!"
Hu Xiao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Don't laugh at me, but I was so scared sitting in the driver's seat I almost peed my pants."
"I was truly terrified," Yin Long said, glancing sideways at Huyan Lan beside him, still shaken. " Brother Hu, if you had gotten out of the car even a second later, that big-breasted girl's fists, the size of sandbags, would have smashed my head open."
"Better to die a glorious death than live a shameful life." Huyan Lan crossed her arms and turned to look at the young man with the samurai haircut beside her. "It's all thanks to you, Su Hang, that you single-handedly intimidated everyone. Otherwise, the three of us would have been riddled with bullets long ago."
"By the way, Captain, were you scared at the time?"
"No."
Su Hang opened a can of sugar-free cola.
Yin Long asked with a hint of doubt, "Really?"
No, there isn't.
Su Hang smiled.
"Damn it!" Hu Xiao exclaimed in surprise, "That soldier had a rifle with a muzzle drawn pointed at your head, weren't you scared?"
"How should I put it?" Su Hang took a sip of cola and smacked his lips. "I don't think they'll shoot me."
Hu Xiao scratched his head and said, "You think they believe you're Young Master Kanzaki, which is why they don't dare shoot at you?"
"It has little to do with the Kanzaki Clan." Su Hang stroked his chin and pondered, "I was indeed a little scared before I got out of the car, but the moment I made eye contact with the soldiers with guns..."
"Fear vanished."
Yin Longhu was utterly perplexed. Logically speaking, shouldn't one be more afraid of facing heavily armed soldiers head-on? How could he not be afraid?
" Yin Long, you taught me three Japanese phrases: 'Shut up,' 'Do you want to die,' and '[Shinai]' (Go to hell!). Do you know which Japanese phrase I said when I got off the bus?"
Without hesitation, Yin Long replied, "Do you want to die?"
Su Hang nodded. "I got out of the car and looked at the group of soldiers pointing guns at me. I couldn't contain my anger. It was like a primitive man daring to threaten the creator. I really wanted to say 'Screw you,' but I suppressed it with reason."
Why not just say "go to die"?
Yin Longhu was extremely curious.
Su Hang said earnestly, "Because I believe they will actually follow my orders and shoot themselves."
Are you kidding me?
Yin Longhuxiao simply didn't believe it.
"But the sight of those soldiers kneeling was indeed eerie."
Huyan Lan's eyes showed a thoughtful expression. Even if the Kyoto soldiers were forced by the prestige of the Kanzaki Clan, they would not kneel before Su Hang, who was impersonating Kanzaki Sakurazō. So there was only one possibility.
The Kyoto soldiers weren't kneeling before Kanzaki Sakurazō, but rather Su Hang himself!
Their Qiancheng kneeling and worship can only mean two things.
The first possibility is the local deity, namely the [ Yousu Fox God ] who is about to marry Liuli.
The second possibility, and the most likely, is that it involves a member of the Japan Imperial Family!
" Su Hang, is it possible that you are a descendant of the Japan imperial family who was lost to the common people?"
"Puff--"
Su Hang spat out his cola, stunned, and said, "Are you kidding me?"
"I'm being very serious."
"I'm telling you seriously, absolutely not!" Su Hang said, his face darkening. "Didn't you see our Su family genealogy that day, or have you forgotten? I'm a true Huaxia!"
" The Su Hang family genealogy?"
Huyan Lan paused slightly, then frowned in recollection, "I remember during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, their ancestor had a noble prince Yousu, I think he followed someone..."
A crisp "ding" sounded.
We arrived at the 33rd floor, and the elevator doors slowly opened.
One by one, the motion-activated lights illuminated the dark corridor, leading to a red-orange copper door carved with a black fox pattern at the end.
Hu Xiao clenched his fist. "It matches the intelligence provided by the Labor Security Company. Liuli is in the room behind that bronze door!"
Yin Long exclaimed excitedly, "Holy crap! After seeing Liuli, I'll definitely borrow a few hundred million to spend!"
Huyan Lan breathed softly, "We've finally reached this point."
"Let's go!"
Su Hang crushed the Coke can and threw it into the trash can.
Slow walking turned into brisk walking, then into jogging, and finally into running.
In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the bronze gate.
He took a deep breath, his eyes resolute as he turned the doorknob. " Liuli, we've come to rescue you and take you home!"