When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality - Chapter 178 Arriving in Tokyo

When George said that he would receive Lu Mingfei in Tokyo, Japan and take them to play, in order to make it easier for them to meet each other then, he posted a photo of himself in the group.

So when Lu Mingfei and others walked out of the airport exit, they immediately saw the conspicuous Yuan Zhisheng in the crowd and the woman standing next to him.

Xia Mi clicked her tongue and praised George for being more handsome than in the photo. Among the people she had met, he was second only to Senior Brother Chu and Senior Brother Lu. However, his eyes looked a bit difficult to get along with, and he was not as easy-going as he was in the group.

Chu Zihang subconsciously squinted his eyes when he looked at Yuan Zhisheng, especially when he saw his eyes, he even had the illusion of being cut by a knife on his skin – this was by no means the look and temperament that ordinary people should have.

Could it be that George is actually a member of the Japanese underworld?

Chu Zihang made a guess in his mind.

Lu Mingfei had no expression on his face, stretched out his hand, and pinched his thigh hard.

“Sure enough, it doesn’t hurt at all. It seems like it was indeed a dream.”

he muttered under his breath.

“This is not a dream,” Chu Zihang’s calm voice remembered behind him, “You don’t feel pain because you twisted my leg.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, brother.”

Lu Mingfei apologized quickly.

“Senior Brother Lu, you seem to be a person who has seen the world. Why do you act like an ancient person who has entered a modern city just after you left Tokyo Airport?” Put it away and it will embarrass Chinese tourists!”

Su Xiaoqiang on the side also looked a little dull, shook his head and said: “He is not surprised by Tokyo.”

“Why is that? Because George is a handsome guy?” Xia Mi smirked, “Or because of the big sister next to George?”

“No, it’s nothing. Let’s go first.”

Lu Mingfei shook his head, took Su Xiaoqiang’s hand and walked towards Yuan Zhisheng and Ying.

…

When Lu Mingfei walked towards Yuan Zhisheng, Yuan Zhisheng and Ying also walked towards them.

“George?”

Lu Mingfei asked tentatively in Japanese.

“Well,” Yuan Zhisheng nodded, but he spoke in Chinese, “Offline, please call me by my real name, Yuan Zhisheng. Welcome to Tokyo.”

“Lu Mingfei, just like the others,” Lu Mingfei praised sincerely after seeing the Chinese language with local characteristics in the Equipment Department, “Brother Yuan, you speak Chinese really well.”

“Thank you,” Yuan Zhisheng nodded in thanks, “Because the company has close business dealings with China, I learned Chinese specially.”

“Chu Zihang, his nickname in the group is Mitsurugi Murasame.”

Standing half a step behind Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang spoke.

“We finally meet,” Yuan Zhisheng smiled, his naturally cold and stern eyes showing an unnoticeable fighting spirit, “I’ve prepared a handle for you.”

“I brought the handle.”

Chuzi Channel.

Lu Mingfei felt that this scene was very similar to Ye Gucheng standing on the top of the Forbidden City and saying to Ximen Chuixue, “You are here, I have prepared a sword for you.” Then Ximen Chuixue said coolly, “I will bring the sword to the appointment.”

Lu Mingfei said that he didn’t know and thought you two were going to play real-life Street Fighter.

“Su Xiaoqiang, Lu Mingfei’s girlfriend.”

Su Xiaoqiang spoke.

“I’m Xia Mi!”

Xia Mi stood on tiptoes and raised his hands.

“She’s Sakura, my secretary.”

Yuan Zhisheng introduced the girl next to him.

“This is our first meeting, please take care of me.”

Sakura bowed deeply. Although she was dressed like a city beauty, she had the aura of Yamato Nadeshiko.

“Let’s go, I have already booked a hotel for you all,” Yuan Zhisheng showed the usual Japanese orderliness, “Considering the comfort, it is relatively far from the airport.”

“Aren’t you waiting for Old Tang? He will arrive in about half an hour.”

Lu Ming is not the way.

“The car Ying and I drove only had five seats, and six people were already quite crowded,” Yuan Zhisheng said, “so I arranged for others to pick up Tang Jun.”

“You are both a secretary and an arranger. The company also has transnational business. Brother Yuan, you are a cash flow!”

Xia Mi looked at Yuan Zhisheng with a look that showed a bit of unkindness towards the Xian Chong clan.

“Recharge now?”

Yuan Zhi was confused, and Sakura beside him couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Since someone has picked up Old Tang, let’s go first,” Lu Mingfei said immediately, “I’m sure Old Tang won’t mind.”

…

“asshole!”

Yasha’s fist hit the steering wheel hard. If this car was not a modified vehicle specially designed for Yuan Zhisheng, the steering wheel would have been broken.

“The idiot netizen the young master asked us to pick up could even admit that the airport was wrong! He landed at Narita Airport and actually asked us to come to Haneda Airport to pick him up?! Narita Airport is not in Tokyo at all!” Yasha’s forehead veins stretched, “He is just kidding It’s ours, right?”

“Don’t think so darkly about people,” Crow turned his head and blew smoke rings out of the car window, “Maybe he is just a simple idiot.”

They are Yuan Zhisheng’s subordinates. As young and promising gang members, they rarely use their real names and mostly use code names.

“If he is not the young master’s friend, I will definitely send him to contribute to the bridge project in Tokyo.”

Yasha took out a black box seven stars and held it in his mouth.

“You want to send him to work as a coolie on a bridge construction site?”

Crow asked.

“I’m going to cast him into the piers.”

Yasha lights up a cigarette.

“Don’t be so cruel,” Crow shook his head, “If the young master hadn’t asked us to pick up his friend, we wouldn’t have had the chance to drive around in the young master’s car. We usually drive this car to go on missions.”

“Such a good car can only be driven when on a mission, it’s like asking a naked woman to go into the sea to catch lobsters and conchs,” Yasha sighed. “Using a Chinese idiom, this is called a waste of natural resources.”

“Stop complaining. I checked the weather forecast in Narita. It may rain today. Let’s go quickly,” Crow urged. “If you neglect your friends, young master, we will be hung on the bridge’s drawbar.”

…

At the entrance of Narita International Airport.

After asking the airport staff more than a dozen times, Old Tang finally groped his way out of the airport, with a drizzle falling outside.

It wasn’t until he got off the plane and saw the sign with English translation at the airport that Tang realized that his plane was not going to land at Haneda International Airport in Tokyo, but at Narita International Airport in Narita City, Chiba Prefecture.

After contacting George urgently, Old Tang worked hard and finally found the exit of the airport, waiting for the person George had promised to pick him up.

Maybe it was because he wasted too much time in the airport. Not long after he arrived at the door, the phone rang. After the call was answered, the person on the phone said in half-baked English that he was here to pick him up and would be there soon. He asked him to pick him up. Waiting at the airport gate.

About a few minutes later, two men with slicked back hair, suits and ties walked into the crowd of people picking up the plane in the rain. They held a briefcase in one hand and a photo in the other, looking around.

The two men were dressed like high-end office workers, but the way they looked around with the photos looked a bit like gang members.

Lao Tangxin said that Japan is indeed the only country in the world where gangsters are legal. Even office workers have the temperament of gangsters. Presumably gangsters have been integrated into the bones of Japanese people as a distinctive culture.

Then he saw these two office workers who vividly interpreted the underworld culture looking at him and striding towards him.

Although Old Tang himself was one of those who didn’t quite understand things among his colleagues, he was still a hunter after all, and he wasn’t someone who would be intimidated by just looking at him twice. When he saw the two people walking up to him and stopping in front of him, Old Tang used Asked in broken Japanese: “Excuse me, what can I do?”

Then the man holding the photo opposite asked in broken English: “Is this Mr. Ronald Tang?”