colluding, working together, and they often did things with the young models at their club. Naturally, they knew what was in the bottle.He hesitated: "The idea is actually quite good, but this is at t...A few people walked into the bar. Ye Bufan found that it wasn't much different from bars in China.

that is, the frantic heavy metal music, bodies thrashing wildly, men and women in the crowd under dim lights, constantly searching for prey.

The only difference is that the order here is good, and there are basically no people who drink and cause trouble.

This made him somewhat curious, so he pulled over to Miyamoto Musashi and asked, "What's going on Why are the people here so rule-abiding There's no fun at all."

"Mr. Ye, you may not know this, but this is the territory of the Gokudō Yamaguchi-gumi in Daikan country. Basically, no one dares to cause trouble here."

"Oh!"

Ye Bufan nodded, a playful smile playing on his lips.

The "Akita-ken Yamaguchi-gumi," is that what you said It's said to be a very powerful organization. Even as a Chinese person, he has heard of it.

But this is best, with a background and power, it's more interesting to do something here yourself.

Although he has a fortune worth trillions and immense power, he has never acted arrogantly or taken advantage of others.

It seems like today I'm going to play the role of a villain, paying back those who committed crimes on Chinese soil all those years ago.

As they were talking, a few people came to the bar. He snapped his fingers to call over a waiter.

"What's the most expensive liquor you have Bring me ten."

"Sir, can you possibly finish all that alcohol"

The waiter asked, somewhat surprised.

Ye Bufan slapped him with a loud smack: "You damn talk too much. If you want wine, just get it."

"Uh..."

The waiter was stunned. He couldn't believe that someone dared to cause a disturbance at the Yamaguchi-gumi's territory.

"Kid, you…"

Just as he was about to lash out, he saw Makoto Miyamoto slap a stack of bills onto the bar.

"Alright, no chit-chat, let's get to the bar."

As the saying goes, money can make the ghosts push the millstone, and this truth applies equally to the Great Dog Country.

The waiter, seeing the money, finally relented and arranged ten cocktails in front of Ye Bufan.

Ye Bufan smiled slightly, it seems that no matter what he does today, the Miyamoto family will end up paying the bill.

He gulped down a glass of wine. To be honest, the taste was strange in his mouth, he couldn't quite describe it.

With his current cultivation, drinking alcohol was no different from drinking water. In a short amount of time, he finished all ten cups of wine in front of him, leaving not a drop behind.

But after ten minutes, everything in the bar was calm and quiet, with no trouble at all.

"Good heavens, when did the little devils become so civilized that they didn't even give me a chance to be a hero"

Ye Bufan secretly muttered in his heart, since the other party didn't give him a chance, then he would create one himself.

Thinking about this, he put down the wine glass in his hand and strode towards the small stage next to him.

At this moment, a young man with long hair was hysterically screaming an unknown rock song on stage. After Ye Bufan went up, he snatched the microphone away with one hand and kicked the man off the stage with his foot.

Everyone present was startled and had no idea what the young man was going to do.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing"

The young man with long hair got up from the ground. He had just fallen hard, which made him incredibly angry.

"Cut the crap, get out of here, I'm going to sing."

He was speaking Mandarin. The atmosphere at the scene immediately exploded, no one expected such arrogance to come from a Chinese person.

And this is the Yamaguchi-gumi's turf, isn't it really a good idea for a Chinese person to come here and make trouble

Get out of here!

The young man with long hair roared and charged, but just as he got up, he was kicked back down. Only then did he realize that he wasn't a match for his opponent at all.

"Okay, today I'm giving you guys one of the most popular songs in China, called 'Charge the Japanese with the Big Knife.'"

What he's going to do today is stir up trouble and provoke conflict, so singing this song couldn't be more fitting.

"Slash the devils with our big knives!"

Comrades armed throughout the nation! The day of resistance has arrived, the day of resistance has arrived…

He had a strong breath and a loud voice. When he sang this song, it was full of energy.

Most people in the bar didn't understand Mandarin, but some did. Hearing this song, they were stunned speechless.

The most stimulated was Mabune Masaru. Originally, in his view, Ye Bufan was just making a fuss at the bar, nothing major would happen after all.

To my surprise, the other party started singing "Charge! Bayonets at the devils!" If it were in a different place, that would be one thing, but he sang this song on Japanese soil. Seriously, could anyone be more arrogant

At this point, the song's lyrics had spread throughout the bar. Many who understood explained the song's meaning to those who didn't. Suddenly, the entire bar erupted. Dozens of young people grabbed beer bottles and charged toward the stage.

Unfortunately, in Ye Bufan's eyes, they were no stronger than ants, basically kicking one away with a single kick, not even breaking a sweat.

Even the rhythm of the song remained unaffected, still powerful and resonant.

"Eight-character road."

Suddenly, a roar echoed through the room. Dozens of men in black, each wielding a katana, burst in from outside. They were all members of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and they were furious to find someone daring to disrupt their territory.

Mamoru Mōri put down his glass of wine. He felt that things were getting out of hand today, and quickly took out his phone to call Mokushi Mori.

"Young Master, something has happened…"

He told the story in the simplest and most concise way possible.

"So that's how it is, seems like he's not willing to give up, wants to cause some trouble for the Miyamoto family."

On the other end of the phone, Kiyoshi Miyamoto didn't take it to heart at all. Instead, a contemptuous sneer played on his lips.

Mamoru Shima asked: "Young Master, do you think he did it on purpose"

"That's right, we forced that kid to come to the Great Dog Kingdom to treat the master. He's obviously not happy about it and wants to cause trouble for our Miyamoto family."

He underestimated us. What little trouble this is, it's nothing to the Miyamoto family.

Moriguchi Kiyoshi wore a smug expression and said in a confident tone, "Let him make a fuss for a while. When it's about time, we'll bury the matter."

Let him know that this little trouble is nothing to us Gongben family, he'll find it uninteresting.

"Understood, Young Master. I know what to do."

Mamoru Hosoda hung up the phone and looked towards the stage.

At this moment, the forty or fifty people from the Yamaguchi-gumi had already rushed onto the stage brandishing their samurai swords, but they still posed no threat to Ye Bufan. He sang while fighting, and within a few breaths, he had sent all of them crashing to the ground.

The whole bar was shocked. No one expected this young man from China to be so powerful, he clearly came here to cause trouble.

But most of those who come to the bar for a drink have good intentions. Seeing that the young man posed no threat to them, no one rushed to leave.

On the contrary, he was eagerly watching this unfold, eager to see how the Yamaguchi-gumi would end up.

At that very moment, dozens more people burst in from outside the door. Leading them was a middle-aged man in a kimono, his expression cold and filled with murderous intent.

Behind him, those people were no longer wielding samurai swords but a collection of black pistols.

As soon as the people in the bar saw him, their expressions changed. It was the vice-chairman of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Masao Yamaguchi, son of the head of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

The moment he appeared, everyone knew things were about to get serious.before he could even figure out what had happened, his own comrades would be slain right before him. Their very souls were sucked into that strange little vial."No, something is wrong!"Although he s...