Seeing that Zhang Daren scolded the Japanese righteously, Cheng Yandong secretly called him happy. However, he also knew that it would be of no benefit to Zhang Yang if the matter was too big. You should know that they ran to the other person's office area to fight, and beat them up again, and maybe they would have an international influence.

Official Zhang also understood the principle of stopping when he was good. He took advantage of his fists and kicks, which hit the Japanese arrogance. Of course, he thought that Yuan Heqiu was right up to him. If this grandson hadn't attacked him first, he wouldn't have fought back.

Zhang Yang turned around and said, "If you don't hand over the murderer to me today, no one of you will ever want to walk out of this yard."

Master Zhang winked at Cheng Yandong and took the translator out the door. When he walked out, he found more than a dozen Japanese people forming an arc in front of the door, and one person was standing there in the middle. Master Zhang saw that the man looked familiar and looked carefully. He turned out to be Huang Xianyun's assistant, Masato Yagyu.

Zhang Yang said: "Yao Sheng-kun is fine? Why didn't you see Mr. Huang?"

Yagyu Masato smiled and said, "There is no eternal employer in this world. The contract between Mr. Huang and me has expired. Now I am working for the Yuanhe family."

Zhang Yang said: "Good birds choose trees to live in. The Yuanhe family's financial resources are not comparable to Huang Xianyun. Compared with Yanagi Jun, the rewards are quite good now?"

Yagyu Masato said calmly: "I have been entrusted by others to be loyal to others. The Yuanhe family asked me to take good care of Yuanhejun. With me here, no one will be allowed to humiliate him."

Zhang Daren looked behind him and laughed: "It seems like I beat him up just now. Are you planning to get this account back for him?"

Yagyu Masato nodded and said, "No matter who it is, in my eyes, everyone who is enemies of my employer is my enemy."

Zhang Daguanren said: "No wonder that in such a situation, Liu Shengjun is really good at fighting spirit."

Yagyu Masato was not angry because of his teasing. His expression was always like the ancient well. Judging from this mentality alone, Yagyu Masato has already ranked among the top experts.

Cheng Yandong shouted: "Whoever dares to do anything wrong? This is China's place. You must abide by Chinese laws."

Zhang Yang smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go back and have a rule with them. Since they come to me according to the rules of the world, we naturally have to give them a chance."

Zhang Yang asked Cheng Yandong to take the translator to the side to watch the battle. He looked at the opponent in front of him: "You are seeking justice for Yuan and Qiuzhi, and I also want to ask for justice for my cousin. If you lose, hand over the person who stabbed my cousin."

Yagyu Masato nodded. He took a step back and the ten samurai around him scattered.

Yagyu Masato stood there like a javelin, motionless. His sharp eyes penetrated the night and shot straight into his eyes.

Zhang Yang said: "The Yagyu family seems to be famous for their swordsmanship. If you don't use a sword, it's like a person without hands, so he'll draw a sword."

A smile appeared on the corner of Yagyu Masato's lips: "I won't take advantage of you!"

Zhang Yang said, "Okay." He turned to Cheng Yandong and said, "The belt is for me."

Cheng Yandong quickly took off his cowhide belt and handed it to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Daren held the belt buckle in his hand, and the belt hangs loosely on the ground. His eyes looked around the group of samurai around Yagyu Masato and said, "Let's come together, I'm too lazy to teach you a lesson."

Among the samurai, there were also those who knew Chinese. Most of them were angry by Zhang Yang's words, but no one moved forward. Yagyu Masato showed no anger because of Zhang Yang's arrogance. A competition not only tested the martial arts of both sides. It also tested your wisdom and mentality. Yagyu believed that the purpose of Zhang Yang's words was to arouse his anger. When people were angry, their mentality would change. This subtle change would definitely affect judgment and action. Yagyu clasped his fists with his hands and actually used a traditional Chinese bowing method. Then his hand slowly stretched back to his head, held the hilt of the sword on his back with both hands, and bowed forward. His sword drawing action was not good-looking, but when he pulled out the Eastern sword behind him, the forced cold air spread in all directions. Although it was the midsummer and the hot summer, people around him felt a chill.

Yagyu's first sword slashed downwards. The angle had changed in the middle, and the speed suddenly accelerated, slashing horizontally towards Chang Yang's waist and abdomen. This sword is called one and two cuts. If it is a life-and-death battle, this powerful sword will cut the opponent into two sections in half.

Zhang Daren started playing Biyaosheng's righteous path. The belt in his hand shook for a moment and made a snap in the void! With a crisp sound, the top of the belt hit the blade of the Oriental Knife extremely cleverly. Because of the clever angle, it just avoided the sharp edge of the Oriental Knife. No matter how sharp the blade was, it could not be cut off the belt, so it was naturally impossible to damage it. The tip of the belt hit the blade for the first time, and then raised its wrist to recover, and a potential was sent along the belt.

The knife in Yagyu Masato couldn't help but sink down, and his eyes were filled with surprise. It was impossible to imagine that this soft belt could emit such great power.

Yagyu's righteous sword kicked downward, then turned upward, and the blade slashed the scorching air, making a sharp roar, and even steel could not stop this domineering knife.

A fierce sword could not exert its maximum power in front of Zhang Yang. When the Oriental Sword reached the middle of the journey, the belt winded up like a spiritual snake. Yagyu's pupils suddenly contracted. He made up his mind that even if he could not hurt Zhang Yang this time, he would cut off the belt in his hand.

Just as the belt and the Dongyang Knife were about to come into contact, the belt suddenly turned and hit the Dongyang Knife again. The internal force condensed on the knife was slapped into pieces. Zhang Yang went further, and the distance between the two suddenly narrowed.

Yagyu's righteous moves were very fast. Within the suddenly shortened distance, the Oriental Sword could not be used as freely as before. The half-open and half-closed Yagyu's new Yin flow came in handy. The Oriental Sword drew a fan-shaped arc in a short distance, and hundreds of sword shadows formed in everyone's eyes.

Zhang Yang snorted coldly and took his left hand toward the right hand of the sword holding by Yagyu Masato. He was not afraid of the blade and wanted to take the blade with bare hands in front of everyone.

Yagyu Masato immediately realized that Zhang Yang's attack speed was far better than his attack speed. He was afraid that his blade did not touch Zhang Yang's body, and his right hand was already under the control of the other party. The sword in his hand changed again, and he turned right and left, trying to force Zhang Yang to retreat.

However, he did not expect that Zhang Yang's move was just a false move. The belt on his right hand had already hit like lightning. With a thunderous sound, he hit the back of Yayoi Masato's right hand. The force was so powerful that it made Yayoi Masato's arm hurt. Yayoi Masato endured the pain and took a step back, turning it into a shorter one. The knife in his hand retracted back, trying to stabilize his position, but how could Zhang Daren give him the chance? The belt in his hand circled and wrapped around Yayoi Masato's right arm. When he pulled it back, Yayoi Masato's body rushed forward involuntarily.

Zhang Daguanren's left fist, which had already been clenched, hitting Yayoi Masato's abdomen, making Yayoi Masato's body hunched up like shrimps. Unfortunately, his arm was entangled with a belt and could not escape. Zhang Daguanren gave him two more punches and just before he could remove the bondage, Yayoi Masato staggered backwards, and the Eastern sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the sharp blade inserted into the ground about half an inch and stood in the wind.

The ten Japanese samurai who were watching the game just now saw that Yagyu Masato was defeated by Zhang Yang in such a short time, and they all forgot the rules of the world and drew out the oriental sword and surrounded Zhang Yang.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Cheng Yandong quickly went to touch the gun.

Zhang Daguan Ren roared and his right foot was on the ground. The Oriental Sword that Yayoi had just accidentally inserted into the ground ejected from the ground. Zhang Daguan Ren held the sword in his hand and waved it out. The sword light was like mercury pouring into the ground, and then the sound of metal falling to the ground without realizing it. Looking again, the Oriental Swords in the hands of the ten Japanese warriors had been cut off by Zhang Yang. The ten Japanese warriors looked at the only hilts in their hands, and were stunned. At this time, they realized that the difference between them and Zhang Yang's martial arts was simply a world of difference. Not to mention ten of them, even if they came ten, they would not be Zhang Daguan Ren's opponent.

Zhang Daren held the knife in his hand, standing majestic in the courtyard, like a god descending to earth, with an expression on his face extremely arrogant and arrogant. The guy turned around and saw Yuan and Qiuzhi rushing out with an oriental sword. Zhang Yang snorted coldly from his breath, and then cast the oriental sword in his hand, shooting at Yuan and Qiuzhi like a powerful crossbow.

Yuan Heqiu saw a flash of cold light in front of him, and the Dongyang sword shot out against his ears. The sharp roar almost teared his eardrums, which scared the guy so much that he was out of his mind. The Dongyang sword thrown by Zhang Yang hit the concrete wall behind him, and penetrated it deeply until it had no handle.

Yuan Heqiuzhi's legs were weak, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He lowered his head, but his eyes didn't dare to look at Zhang Yang again.

Zhang Daren put his hands behind him, breathing as if nothing had happened, and then nodded to the righteous deity of Yayoi: "Yaoshengjun, a gentleman is worthy of his word. Now when you fulfill your promise, who is the murderer? Hand it over to me!"

Yayoi Masato covered his stomach and was punched by Zhang Yang three times. Although Zhang Yang showed mercy, Yayoi Masato was not able to recover at this moment. He whispered: "I was defeated, I stabbed that knife."

Zhang Yang's face suddenly turned cold: "You must give me an explanation! Take him away!"

Cheng Yandong walked up to handcuffs Yayoi Masato. Yayoi Masato acted quite tough. He bit his lip and said, "No, I'll go with you."

Although there were many Japanese personnel at the scene, everyone was shocked by the domineering performance of Zhang Daren just now. No one dared to come out to stop him. He could only watch Zhang Yang and Cheng Yandong take him away. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!