"Oh? What's the use of your Japanese face?”
As Song Ziming finished his sentence, his raised leg also landed, hitting the son of the traitor in the crotch.
"Roar!"
The son of the traitor howled and immediately curled up his body. He covered that place with both hands and kept twitching on the ground.
When everyone saw this scene, they subconsciously clamped their legs together.
This kick had caused that traitor's son to die without any descendants.
The face of the middle-aged Japanese man in kimono turned black. Song Ziming's actions were a slap to his face.
"Young Master Song, aren't your actions too overbearing?”
the middle-aged Japanese man said coldly.
Judging from the Japanese's expression, he would not give up until Song Ziming gave him an explanation.
"It's over, how did Young Master Song offend the Japanese?”
"What's there to be afraid of? Young Master Song's brother-in-law is Chairman Jiang, and his elder brother is the Minister of Finance. What's there to be afraid of?”
"Don't forget that the government officials are all afraid of these foreigners.”
"Young Master Song is a fool. What can't a fool do?”
"You can say that too. I forgot about that.”
After hearing the middle-aged Japanese man's words, Song Ziming waved his hand and ordered his men to drag away the traitor under his feet.
"Drag this guy away and beat him to death! This Young Master hates traitors who are the lackeys of those damn Japanese!”
Song Ziming's words made the middle-aged Japanese man furious.
"Young Master Song, you are insulting our Great Japan Empire! Please apologize to me immediately, or else, you will receive the wrath of the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire!”
"Didn't your mother tell you not to compete with a fool?”
Song Ziming retorted.
Then, without saying anything else, he went over and put his hand on the middle-aged Japanese's shoulder. He suddenly increased the strength of his hand and crushed the Japanese's shoulder blade with a crack.
The middle-aged Japanese wanted to dodge but failed.
"Ah!"
The middle-aged Japanese screamed and knelt on the ground, clutching his shoulder.
"Mr. Yamaguchi, are you alright?”
A few ronin wearing kimonos ran over and helped the middle-aged Japanese named Yamaguchi up.
Not only that, the leader of the ronin looked up and glared at Song Ziming.
"Baka Yalu, how dare you hurt Mr. Miguchi! Beat this delinquent to death!"
Under the command of the Japanese Ronin, the other Ronin immediately swarmed up and roared as they attacked Song Ziming.
After seeing the current situation, the surrounding onlookers immediately dispersed. No one dared to stay here for a while longer.
They were afraid that the following fight would affect them.
At this moment, Chen Ying 'er was very worried. She hugged the candy bouquet in her hand and shouted in an extremely anxious tone,
"Young Master Song, run…"
Just as Chen Ying 'er spoke,
Song Ziming was like a god who had descended to the mortal world. He fought against seven Japanese people by himself. Basically, he punched one Japanese person with each punch and sent them all flying.
After seeing this scene, Chen Ying 'er was so shocked that she could not close her mouth.
Even the ordinary people who had scattered in a hubbub stopped in their tracks. They looked at Song Ziming, who was fighting the Japanese alone.
"Ghostly, when did Young Master Song become so powerful?”
"Could he be like Li Yuanba, who has a problem with his brain but is born with extraordinary strength? Fighting these Japanese is no different from fighting children?”
"I think it's also Li Yuanba's possession. He's too fierce!”
"Let's see if these Japanese can still be arrogant!”
"Good! Young Master Song, you played well!"
"Well done. We should teach these arrogant and domineering Japanese a lesson so that they can bully us civilians!”
These ordinary people began to gather to watch the show.
As long as Song Ziming defeated a Japanese, these people would immediately cheer and praise him.
In less than two minutes, all the Japanese ronin had their limbs broken by Song Ziming.
"Why are you acting in front of me?”
As Song Ziming said this, he stepped on the leg of a Japanese soldier. With a crack, the Japanese soldier's leg was broken.
"Ah!"
Another tragic cry sounded.
At this moment, Uncle Liu rushed over with his men.
After seeing that Song Ziming was standing there unharmed, Uncle Liu heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, he quickly said to Song Ziming,
"Young Master, you've caused a huge disaster!”
It was fine if Uncle Liu didn't say this, but Song Ziming stepped on it again.
"Ah-Bagayalu!"
The Japanese man let out another scream and cursed in pain.
In the end, Song Ziming did not say anything else and kicked him again.
"Ah-damned delinquents!"
"Huh? Still stubborn? Then give me another kick!"”
Song Zimin kept his word and kicked again.
"Young Master, that's enough. Don't cause any more trouble…"
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