"Hey, it's not closed yet.
Why did you close the rolling shutter door?"
"That's right.
What's going on with you?
Everyone hasn't left yet.
Why did you just close the door?"
"He is from an island nation, so he can't be a little devil or a fool, right?"
At this moment, the guests in the Quanfeng Hotel started shouting after seeing the door of the hotel being closed by the wine tiger.
Not only them, but also the waiters and bosses in the hotel were confused.
They didn't know what the islanders were doing.
After hearing the shouts of these people, Damen Jiuhu just smiled softly, but this smile lost its previous gentleness and became very cold.
"I'm checking out" Damen Jiuhu said this in a slightly stiff Chinese dialect, and the little girl's father, who was also the owner of the restaurant, walked over directly.
"This foreign friend, no need.
You have already given my daughter a lot of money before.
That is a bit too much, so you can just leave now."
This boss has a straightforward personality.
He has a good impression of this wine tiger because he is very caring and gave his daughter a lot of tips.
Just after hearing these words, Jiuhu shook his head directly: "That money is just for your daughter's travel expenses alone.
I am not in the habit of free rice."
After Jiuhu finished speaking, he pointed to a bowl of pork head meat on the table and asked: "Boss, this Chinese pork is delicious, how much does it cost?"
However, the boss didn't understand the other meaning from the poor Chinese of Damen Jiuhu.
Seeing that the other party wanted to pay, he could only say: "This red pig's head meat originally only costs thirty-eight a portion, so you can just give me thirty-eight."
"thirty" When Jiuhu heard this, he nodded slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became even colder: “I really didn’t expect Chinese pigs to be so cheap.”
After saying that, Damen Jiuhu took out a wrist-thick thing like a steel pipe from his waist and said to the boss: "Boss, come and see what this thing of mine is worth."
Um The boss couldn't help but was startled when he heard this.
He felt that the customer in front of him was getting more and more weird.
Just now he was not allowed to give money, but he insisted on giving it.
Now, when he was asked to give 30 yuan, he directly touched it.
A steel pipe came out.
What does this mean?
The boss's brows couldn't help but frown, but he didn't think much about it and wanted to speak immediately.
But at this moment, I saw Jiuhu's fingers pressing on the steel pipe, and there were two clicks, and then there was only a puff, and the boss's body became completely stiff.
Well
The boss's eyes suddenly opened wide, he lowered his head, and saw that the steel pipe had turned into a gleaming samurai sword, stabbing directly into his heart.
"you" A trace of blood slowly flowed down the samurai sword.
There was still a slow disbelief in the boss's eyes.
He couldn't understand how his friend from the island country who was so docile just now could become so docile in the blink of an eye.
Turned into a devil But he could no longer think about this question.
His face slowly stiffened, and he fell directly to the ground with a bang.
Seeing the boss suddenly collapse, other customers in the hotel were startled at first.
Then, after seeing the bloody hole in the boss's heart and the scarlet blood on the samurai sword, their expressions changed drastically.
"Kill people" "Quickly killing people" At this moment, the entire hotel was in a panic.
Children were crying, women were screaming, and men were frightened and angry.
Only the front door wine tiger still had that cold smile on his face.
"Chinese pig, haha, the life of a Chinese pig is always so cheap."
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Jiuhu's gaze slowly swept over everyone in the hotel, and as his gaze swept over, everyone felt a chill running through their bodies, which was extremely intense.
"My idol is a Chinese, but I also hate you Chinese people even more.
You Chinese people are all selfish and timid.
You are not worthy of occupying such a large piece of land."
"This place should belong to our great Emperor, and only our great Emperor can rule you."
At this moment, Daimon Shutora seemed to have inherited the wishes of those island country war criminals.
His face was full of madness, and with every step he took, the samurai sword in his hand would follow.
In an instant, a customer died tragically. under his knife bang bang bang one, two, three When the hotel door was closed, everyone was already in a state of death.
Some of them were calling the police with desperate expressions, while others wanted to grab tables, chairs and benches and attack the wine tiger crazily, but all of this was in vain.
The samurai sword in Daimon Shuutora's hand is still falling one after another, as if he is harvesting straw, but the life he harvests is full of cruelty.
"Damn devil, I will fuck your ancestors" "Little devil, you will definitely die a bad death."
"No, please let us go quickly.
My son is not one month old yet, please let us go."
At this time, seeing customers lying in a pool of blood, the remaining people were almost going crazy.
Some of them wanted to escape, and some wanted to fight back, but in the eyes of Jiuhu, all this was like a group of ants resisting an elephant.
Same, full of powerlessness Puff puff puff Lines of blood were constantly flying in the air, almost dyeing the entire hotel red.
Corpses fell to the ground in random directions.
Such a scene decorated the place like a Shura field.
After killing all the customers, the only ones left in the restaurant were the proprietress and the little girl.
At this time, the mother and daughter hugged each other in fear and huddled in the corner shivering.
They did not dare to look at the Jiuhu at all, and the little girl's little face was turned pale with fright, and her big innocent eyes filled with tears and confusion She really didn't understand why a big brother who was so kind just now became so cruel and vicious.
Looking at the little girl's eyes full of confusion and hatred, the smile on Jiuhu's face became even brighter, and even had a twisted and perverted flavor: "Kid, I killed your father.
Do you hate me very much now?
Haha, the ancestors of our Heavenly Empire also killed so many of your ancestors, so you Chinese people also hate us."
As he spoke, Jiuhu gently wiped the blood on his samurai sword, his eyes showing a cruel and vicious light: "So what I, Jiuhu, hate the most is the so-called Sino-Japanese friendship.
We are already enemies.
Since we are already enemies, we should kill each other, so that there will be real friendship."
"Like, now" After saying that, Daimon Shuutora stabbed lightly with his palm, and the samurai sword instantly pierced the chests of the landlady and the little girl.
When the two bodies fell to the ground, the smile on the corner of Damen Jiuhu's mouth became even more evil: