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"Win! Young Master Gao has won!"

It wasn't until I didn't know who exclaimed that the silent street seemed to come alive again in an instant.

"Master Gao is invincible! Wan Sheng!"

"Hahaha, what kind of **** is the number one expert in Toyo, who is a dog in front of Young Master Gao!"

"Master Gao is mighty! Young Master Gao is invincible!"

Everyone cheered wildly, the pain of being oppressed by the Orientals in the past was swept away, and the joy was dripping. It turns out that the Orientals are nothing special.

They are still human, and they will still die.

If the oriental people still have to make an inch, then it's a big deal to fight with them. Forty million compatriots in China, one spit can drown that small place.

Compared with the Huaxia people who were caught in the carnival, the faces of the Oriental people were not so good-looking. Looking at the dead Fujitano, they looked like a dead mother.

At the same time, deep in their hearts, they also had some fears about the Chinese people. After all, there are so many Chinese people who are experts, can they really capture this country?

It can be said that they shot themselves in the foot this time. They wanted to attack the confidence and courage of the Chinese people, but they unexpectedly attacked themselves.

In the following days, reports about the street arena began to be mentioned in newspapers around the world.

Take turns squatting Times: "Despicable Toyo, treacherous will not win, but will only kill yourself. 》

"Exciting! Gao Huan defeated the No. 1 master of the East in the arena, and once again raised my Chinese national prestige! 》

"The No. 1 master in the East splattered the arena with blood, Chinese men should rise up, protect the country, protect the people and protect China! 》

Once the newspaper was published, there were cheers from all over the country, and several bigwigs praised Gao Huan.

And Dongyang domestic originally wanted to conceal this matter, but it was reported privately by some domestic newspapers, and then caused an uproar.

Immediately after that, the people of the Toyoko Kingdom fell into panic. After all, they had all heard of Fujitano's power.

Wouldn't it be even more terrifying to kill Gao Huan, who could kill Fujitano? How many such masters are there in Huaxia?

They have only occupied the three remote eastern provinces now, can they really beat the Huaxia people if they go further in?

For a time, they questioned the main battle faction.

Zhao Yan, who caused all this, also took advantage of this opportunity to give speeches and publish articles in newspapers many times.

The central idea is one: Resist Toyo!

Countless hot-blooded men from all over the country launched marches under his call, demanding to resist Japan and retake the three eastern provinces.

A small contest ignited Asia.

At this time, the Demon City Governor's Mansion.

"Immediately lead an army to surround the Gao Mansion!"

Zheng Zeting roared as soon as he entered the door.

"Commander, calm down, calm down, that Gao Huan has friendship with the Minister of the Beautiful Country, and I asked you to ask the Minister of the Beautiful Country." Huang Tianyao said quickly.

Zheng Zeting's eyes were reddened: "What's wrong with the envoy of the beautiful country, I don't believe it! The beautiful country can still send warships to beat me for his Gao Huan!"

"My son is dead! No matter who he is, he has to be buried with my son! Buried with me! Buried with me!"

Although Gao Huan is in the limelight now, Zheng Zeting is used to being domineering and has no vision.

He doesn't care who Gao Huan is, he wants to avenge his son and swallow the Gao family's money reasonably.

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High Mansion.

Zhao Yan comes from a new society and everyone is equal.

He was not used to being served by maids all the time.

So as an equal exchange.

He had just finished brushing the teeth of several beautiful maids.

I was refreshed, and after I lost something in my body, I felt a little lighter and seemed to be floating.

"Master, it's not good, Master, the soldiers of the Governor's Mansion have surrounded our Gao Mansion!"

Fu Bo panicked and ran in to report.

"I'll make a call." Zhao Yan calmly picked up the phone and called the Minister of Beautiful Country directly.

The two chatted happily for a few words and then hung up.

Then he said lightly, "It's alright."

"This..." Fu Bo was a little surprised.

At this moment, Zheng Zeting rushed in with his soldiers angrily: "Even my son dares to kill!"

"Even dare to break into my mansion!" Zhao Yan said.

Zheng Zeting gritted his teeth: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Zhao Yan asked indifferently.

Zheng Zeting took out his gun directly, shot it at the roof, Kang, pointed the gun at Zhao Yan: "Do you think you can fight me with this little wealth?"

"Although I like to point guns at others, I hate when people point guns at me, especially men." Zhao Yan looked at Zheng Zeting and said seriously.

Zheng Zeting suddenly burst out laughing: "As expected of someone who can kill Fujitano, he really has a bit of courage. If it's normal, I wouldn't mind drinking three drinks with you, but if you kill my son, even if you kill my son, you will be spared the death penalty. But there is no escape, the Gao family belongs to me!"

On the way here, the anger in his heart subsided a lot. He originally wanted to kill Gao Huan, but considering his current reputation, he didn't want to make trouble.

It would be nice to get the Gao family's industry.

As for the son, he is dead.

Anyway, he is not only this son.

"Aren't you afraid of getting hot?" Zhao Yan smiled.

Zheng Zeting snorted coldly: "This commander likes hot things. The hotter you are, the warmer you hold them."

Tapping Tapping Tapping...

At this moment, a major with sweat all over his head ran in anxiously: "Commander, make an emergency call!"

Zheng Zeting frowned and took the telegram, then his pupils shrank, looked up, looked at Gao Huan in disbelief, his face gradually paled.

Zhao Yan just looked at him with a smile.

Zheng Zeting had a cold sweat on his back.

In the end, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with a dry smile, "I don't know that Young Master Gao can talk to the committee members, why didn't he say it earlier, this is a big water rushing down the Dragon King Temple, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

The content of the telegram was very simple, but the words of the commissioner were unprecedentedly serious. If he dared to touch Gao Huan's hair, he would withdraw his military governor's house.

Different from other warlords, Zheng Zeting, the Warlord of the Demon Capital, was newly sent after the former Warlord was assassinated.

He relies entirely on the support of the Central and Central Committees to be able to sit firmly.

Otherwise, he would have to leave get out of class at any time.

Otherwise, he would not have gone to the Central Committee before. After all, which independent warlord dared to leave his own territory easily, wouldn't he be afraid of being placed under house arrest and seizing power?

"Do you still want the property of the Gao family?" Zhao Yan asked.

Zheng Zeting was about to cry: "Master Gao, don't play small, it's hot, it's really hot!"

"Don't you like hot hands?" Zhao Yan sneered: "Come on, give Zheng Dashuai a cup of hot tea, don't forget, Zheng Dashuai likes hot ones."

Soon, the servant came over with a cup of steaming tea. Zheng Zeting shook his hands and held the teacup against the pain, his facial expression twitching.

But he didn't dare to let go.

"Is it hot enough? Do you like it?" Zhao Yan asked.

Zheng Zeting gritted his teeth: "Thank you, Young Master Gao for the reward."

"Go away! I'll let you know if there is something useful to you." Zhao Yan waved him away.

No matter how bad Zheng Zeting is, he is also the nominal overseer of the Demon City, holding soldiers in his hand. If he cooperates with anything, it will go smoothly.

And Zhao Yan can also borrow his hand to put his own people in this army.

The rest is left to Gao Huan to do.

Two years later, when the Orientals come, it is not certain whether they will be able to conquer the magic capital.

Zheng Zeting breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, as long as you speak, Master Gao, you can go up the mountain of knives and go down to the sea of ​​fire!"

Although a son died this time, I didn't expect that the background of the Gao family would be so bright, and it was a pleasant surprise to be able to catch up with the young master Gao.