The next morning, the three of them got up and went to the food and beverage department for breakfast.
This breakfast shocked Wang Zhenzhen.
This was the first time she had seen someone who could eat so much.
After dinner, Lin Fan walked Ma Xiaoling to the door.
A business car was parked at the entrance.
A bespectacled man with a strong hairstyle was standing beside the car, waiting.
This man was Domoto Hondo, whose original name was Domoto Hondo, the son-in-law of Yamamoto Kazuo.
This person could barely be considered a ruthless person. In order to take revenge on Yamamoto Kazuo, he had endured hardships for fifty years. Unfortunately, he was a little stupid and a little noob.
In the end, he was defeated by Yamamoto Kazuo in a few moves, and he had been lying in vain for more than 50 years.
Of course, strength depended on the person.
As for Yamamoto Kazuo, Majin Domoto was a noob, yet he still learned to be a spy.
However, for ordinary people or ordinary cultivators, his strength could still be confirmed. After all, he was a third-generation zombie who had mastered a water-type special ability. His strength was still not bad.
As if he sensed that someone was watching him, he turned his head to look at the entrance of the hotel and coincidentally met Lin Fan's gaze.
Lin Fan smiled faintly as he activated the Six Treasury Immortal Thief. In an instant, the aura of his entire body turned from peaceful to violent and aggressive.
In just a second, Shingo lowered his head. Bean-sized beads of sweat fell from his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.
What kind of gaze was that?
Looking straight at him was like looking straight into the abyss!
There was a possibility of being devoured in the next second.
Even if he was a zombie, he could not endure such terror.
Zombies could only suck blood at most, but this person…
It could probably even devour zombies.
Terrifying!
How could such a terrifying person appear in this world?
Shingo Domoto was terrified until Ma Xiaoling's arrival woke him up.
"Miss Ma, please."
Ken was strong and calm as he invited him respectfully.
"Thank you."
Ken didn't reply. The moment he got into the car, he looked at the hotel entrance again. The young man was still there.
However, that terrifying gaze and aura had already dissipated, as if everything before was an illusion.
He smiled. His smile was very peaceful, but Shingo Domoto could feel that there was a black hole that could devour everything hidden under his smile.
Shingo Domoto quickly retracted his gaze, got into the car, and drove off into the distance.
He did not dare to stay here any longer. This young man made him feel terrified.
After sending Ma Xiaoling off, Lin Fan returned to the main hall and sat down quietly.
Soon, Wang Zhenzhen came down with a change of clothes.
She was wearing a long blue down jacket, a knitted sweater, and brown jeans. She looked youthful and energetic, but at the same time, her temperament would not be affected by the bloated clothes.
All in all, she was a gentle girl.
"Aren't you cold?"
It was snowing in Japan during this season and the temperature was a little cold. Wang Zhenzhen saw that Lin Fan was only wearing a windbreaker and a pure colored sweater and couldn't help but be a little worried.
Cold?
He was even a little hot!
With Lin Fan's current physical fitness, he could easily swim in the South Pole, let alone this temperature.
"Let's go out for a walk."
Lin Fan stood up and hailed a taxi.
Forty minutes later, the two of them arrived at the streets of Jingxi.
At this time, the moon in Nippon was not round. The economic bubble burst, and everything was still recovering.
However, that was only in general. The flow of people on Jingxi Street still did not decrease.
The Japanese were like fixed machines, those who had to go to work went to work, standard social animals.
After accompanying Wang Zhenzhen to the clothing area to shop, the two of them went to the digital area.
As a transmigrator, Lin Fan couldn't find a better choice than to visit the digital district in this era where entertainment was scarce.
He liked to listen to music. After shopping at Nisol's specialty store and buying some equipment, he walked out of the mall and went to Digital Street, which was one street away.
Although the items in the mall were high-end, they were not comprehensive.
Wang Zhenzhen also strolled around with interest, although her interest was not here.
Soon, Lin Fan stopped in front of a video shop.
In the video store, the middle-aged boss seemed to have a conflict with three students in school uniforms.
There were three students, two girls and one boy. They were about 15 or 16 years old and should be high school students.
Coincidentally, Lin Fan had picked Japanese Proficiency from the system and understood what was going on.
"Uncle, you said that this was a murder video. We went back and saw it. You're having Nishikyo fever. You're lying.”
A female student said angrily to the shop owner.
The bald shop owner had a cigarette in his mouth, and his face was filled with displeasure.
There was no murder tape. It was a lie.
Some time ago, he had read about the murder videotapes in the newspaper. He felt that there was a business opportunity, so he pirated a batch. Needless to say, the benefits were not bad.
The bald shopkeeper waved his hand impatiently and pointed at the words on the wall.
Once sold, no returns.
"I say, you little brats, get lost. Isn't Tokyo hot? Why are you watching a murder video? Get lost and don't disturb my business.”
The faces of the two female students immediately turned red.
It would have been better if they didn't mention this, but when they mentioned this, they remembered the awkwardness when they watched the movie.
"Uncle, either refund the money or give us the real murder video. Otherwise, we'll call the police!”
"Yes! Call the police and say that you're selling erotic films to high school students.”
The three students kept talking to each other, making the bald shop owner sweat profusely.
He cursed his bad luck. Usually, those students would run away after being scared by him. Today, he actually met three idiots.
The bald shop owner pondered whether he should just refund the money.
Just as he was about to take action, his gaze suddenly stopped at the repo area.
He remembered that this morning, a student came to his shop with a terrified expression and said that he wanted to sell a real murder videotape.
The bald boss didn't believe this. If he hadn't seen the student crying, he wouldn't have bought it back.
Why don't I give this videotape to these three students?
The bald shopkeeper had such thoughts.
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