"You deserve to be called a sashimi? Cut so thickly, how about you chopping wood?!" A foggy ninja with a shattered mouth full of teeth was holding a short knife and holding a piece of fish and throwing it on the waiter's face.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." The waiter could only keep bowing and apologizing.

"Call out your cooking chef, I want to see what kind of knife skills he has learned, and he can make such good fish slices so rubbish!" The evil faced Muren continued to say viciously.

"Hey, Brother Guitou Cao, stop messing with the chef all day long. If you scare these cowards to death, what will we eat tomorrow? Hahaha..." Another Wu Ninju teased.

"Uncle...Uncle, I am the boss here. If you have anything to do, you can tell me."

At this time, Longquan hurriedly came down to ease the atmosphere first. After all, these chefs were the ones he had to let go yesterday and finally asked to come back. We promised that we would not have happened before. If we were disturbed by these fog ninjas again, we would probably really not come back.

Fu Jiang was still handing over his identity with Sethifer, asking Sethifer to tell his subordinates about their names and habits, so as not to make a mistake.

"Boss? OK, look at this fish, is it like this?" The ghost head grass threw the plate forward.

"Okay... I'll let the chef remake one..." Longquan saw that Fu Jiang was not yet able to come down, so he could only delay the time first.

"Redo it? OK...you personally pick up half a pound of fish bones, there should not be any fish meat on the fish bones!" The ghost head grass grinned with a mouth full of broken teeth and smiled evilly.

"What are you going to do with your fish bone?" Long Quan was stunned.

"Do you care what I do! Just cut it for me!" The ghost-headed grass glared at her turbid eyes.

Long Quan was so aware that he could only turn around and catch fish, but his head hit "Setif" in the chest. He knew that the boss was coming.

Torii transformed into Sethif's appearance, and with extremely arrogant steps, he shook his big butt and knocked away a group of fog ninjas watching the fun.

"Calue a little... I'm not so arrogant when walking..." Sethif, who was peeping in the upper room, kept muttering.

"You are... Sethif? What's wrong?" The ghost head grass looked at the super strong man in Yunyin in wonder. They usually don't interfere with the well water and have no social relationships. Why did they come here suddenly?

When Sethif's younger brothers saw their boss coming to provoke, they stood behind and became strong.

"Ha... From today on, the Dragon Palace is the property under the name of my uncle Sethif. You are here to make trouble, that is to hit me Sethif in the face. The uncle has to go to the ring to compete with you." Fu Jiang sneered all over his face, as if he was full of evil scum.

"Is it really that bad when I smile?" The real Sertifer lay on the window and touched his face.

"What... your property?" The ghost head grass, who was originally also disgusted, suddenly became much kinder under Fu Jiang's exaggerated expression.

Fu Jiang looked at Longquan. The old shopkeeper looked good and nodded immediately, "Yes, I was killed in the wild in the early years. It was Lord Sethif who saved the villain's life. In order to repay his life-saving grace, I have handed over most of the shares of the Dragon Palace to Lord Sethif."

Uh... Everyone present exclaimed, why didn't this kind of good thing fall on them?

When a ninja is a sword-like figure all day long, how many people can have a good end? It makes a lot of money, but you either buy ninja tools or medicine. A little left is either a gambling or a prostitute.

Such a luxurious hotel is as lucky as if you are drunk and you are going home and seeing a fairy descending to the earth and lying on the bed...

But...if this hotel belongs to Sethif...

Then can they still eat and drink for free?

The corners of the ghost-headed grass twitched, facing Sethif, who was half a body taller than him, and wanted to leave but felt that he couldn't stand it.

After all, the four major villages are now living in the same city. If they lower their heads at this time, they will definitely be told by idle people that Wu Yin is afraid of Yun Yin. Can you raise your head in front of your younger brother?

"What? Can't you leave after you finish eating the fish?" Fujiang held his two strong arms and looked down at the 1.7-meter-old little man.

A famous scout once said that body shape does not tell the whole story.

But a tall and strong physique can really give people a strong sense of oppression. At this time, the ghost head grass is really difficult to ride a tiger, and hesitate for a moment.

"Okay? Longquan, get me a golden carp and I will pick it up for him myself." Fujiang smiled contemptuously.

"Yes." Longquan hurried back to the kitchen, and soon he brought out a golden carp that was running around and a set of excellent sashimi knives.

Fujiang didn't say anything nonsense. He picked up a fish-killing knife and rubbed it on the whetstone twice. His temperament suddenly changed. His original violent and arrogant look seemed extremely vicissitudes and melancholy at this moment.

Grab a carp with beautiful golden scales, and shoot the blade with three blades and two strokes. Cut the scales open, break the belly, and cut the bones into pieces in one go.

With some bright red fish meat arranged neatly on the dining plate, he threw the white and flawless fish bones like jade into the front of the ghost head grass, and removed all the fish meat golden carp bones like jade carved. If he hadn't been twisting his body vigorously, his mouth opened and closed, as if saying: "I still have any help."

"Ghost Head Grass, look at it. My elder brother is so good at playing carp!" A little brother said in a hurry.

"Why, don't you try the dish you ordered?" Fu Jiang smiled with a sarcastic smile on her arms.

"...Hmph, you're ruthless, let's go." After all, the ghost-headed grass had no intention of fighting with this notorious commander. The hero did not suffer any loss in front of him and chose to endure it.

Sethiflo was secretly happy on the upper floor. It seemed that he was still very proud of his face, and he actually scared the group of people away.

"Wait..." Fujiang shouted with a long tone.

"Setif... don't do things too much... We Wu Yin are never afraid of your Yun Yin!" The ghost head grass gritted her teeth, thinking that Fu Jiang was going to force him to eat the fish bones.

"Ha, that's natural, but I heard that you like to compete with our chefs in swordsmanship. I have already shown it, and I want to appreciate the swordsmanship of the Murihino." Fujiang smiled evilly.

"Hmph, our Wuyin's sword technique is naturally the best in the Ninja Realm!" Since we mentioned the sword technique, the Wuyin Ninja, who is proud of his sword technique, naturally cannot be at a disadvantage.

"That's good!" Fujiang smiled coldly.

"Give me ten kilograms of beef and cut it into sauce for me, don't see any fat on it!"

"Don't wait for the servants to take action, you can cut it with me!"

...

The ghost head grass looks at the beautiful Wagyu beef as marbled. No matter how you cook this top beef, it is the most perfect delicacy in the world, but...

You have to pick out the fatty meat of Wagyu beef...cut it into sesame seedlings...?

The corners of the Ghost Head Grass' eyes twitched wildly: "Setif... Are you just enjoying me? How is this possible!"

"Oh? You only realized that I was spending you?" Toojiang smiled contemptuously.

"Bastard..." The ghost head grass was so angry that her eyes were red, but she didn't have the courage to say things like seeing each other on the stage. Ninja Ninja is the word "ninja".

"It's embarrassing, get out of here, remember to settle the account." Fujiang was not interested in talking nonsense to a few fog-hide minions.

"Hmph, let's go!" Guitoucao still threw a bag of money and left in a mess.

The entire Dragon Palace suddenly burst into a burst of victorious cheers. The suppression that had been bullied for so long was released, and even tears of excitement were left.

"Boss Sethif... Although it's great to play with these salted fish, Lord Leiying will not let us have conflicts with other villages. If it really starts to fight, it will be troublesome." The first horseman of Sethif, who was beside him, immediately whispered.

"Fight? Hahahaha, if he really dares to fight me, I will look down on these salted fish!" Fu Jiang laughed wildly in a rough voice.

It was really hard to see Sethifer was frightened: "I'm not so arrogant! Really! Don't set an enemy on me!"

At this moment, a big knife was swung out at some point, slashing through the clever hair, and slashing at Fujiang's neck without reservation, as if he didn't care about the ban on killing order jointly issued by the four major shadows and wanted to cut off Fujiang's head.

Fujiang seemed to have known that this knife would appear long ago. He raised his left hand at some point, and pinched the powerful blade like a piece of paper. The force it brought only blew up half of his hair.

"It is worthy of being the abuser Sethif, and it is indeed arrogant and confident." The Mist Ninja, who had half a shoe print on his mouth snorted coldly.

"It is worthy of being the seven-member sword who was kicked into the Three Treasures of Auspiciousness by a Konoha Tsuzo. He was beheaded by a big sword, and he really had no strength at all." Fujiang had long noticed that one of the seven-member swords who were eating silently in the corner. Perhaps because of the butterfly effect, he has not defected to Kirihiko now.

"Take..." Biba Shizang gritted his teeth. The seven ninja swords that he was in were easily kicked to death by the Kinoha green monster. If it weren't for the last kick, he wouldn't have just left one shoe on his face, which might have been a headshot.

This scene once became a nightmare that he couldn't get out of, and it was even more a re-scal that no one could mention. His personality became completely sensitive and violent.

"Roar!!! Go to die!!!" The furious Shizo Loba roared, his muscles surged, and his strength rose like a boiling steam furnace. He was about to cut off Fujiang's head when he drew a knife.

However……

"roar!!!"

"Roar!!!"

No matter how the Loquat Shizang squeezed the muscles, no matter how he roared, the joints of his ten fingers were rattled, and the beheading knife in his hand was as if it was pressed by a mountain.

This feeling of powerlessness... made Biba Shizang feel like he was playing tug of war with a mountain.

Yun Yin Ninja has always been famous for his strength, but... is it really the case?

What's more, this is just the strength of five fingers!

How did he know that he was competing with a Stark reactor?

"Is this only strength? It really disappoints me..." Fu Jiang shook his head with regret, and with a force of his index finger and thumb, a crisp sound, and the beheading sword broke in response.

The power of the Loba Shizang was originally pressing on the knife. He couldn't stop for a moment and flew backwards. The broken knife was also cut directly into the stone pillar in the hall by taking off his hand.

"This is Mizuki's ninja sword, hahahaha... I thought I had pinched the little finger of the aunt!" Fujiang laughed wildly, and the little brothers behind him were stunned at first, and then laughed randomly.

But he also wondered while laughing, when did Boss Sethifle become so fierce?

After all, they are the seven people who have been famous for a long time!

Sethif upstairs was ecstatic, he was pretending to be in place!

"Ahem... It seems that I underestimated you, so I'll leave you here..." Biba Shizang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was not stubborn. The gap in strength was so big that any nonsense was unnecessary.

I got up and wanted to pull out the beheading sword inserted on the wall. Anyway, it would be broken. It was not the first time I could recover after sucking some blood.

I don’t know why, the decapitation sword is always so crisp.

"Slow down..." Fujiang spoke slowly, like an arrogant master, and looked at his housekeeper with a squint: "Longquan, does he owe money on his account?"

"Ah..." Long Quan was stunned. Unexpectedly, Fu Jiang was so disrespectful, so he opened the account book and searched: "I owe it, a total of 1.5 million taels..."

"Ha, it seems that the food is really good. Including the pillar you cut down, it's a total of 2 million taels. Take the money to redeem the knife. Now you can leave." Fu Jiang snorted coldly.

"The ninja's life is the life of a ninja. Sertifo, don't go too far." Biquat Shizo gritted his teeth. He never saved money, so he naturally couldn't afford two million taels.

But if a ninja sword member is detained by someone, he will have to redeem the ninja sword. Not to mention the villagers' opinions, even Shuiying will probably have to recycle the ninja sword.
To be continued...