I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

On the street outside the bullring in the outskirts of the city, the annual bullfighting festival is being held.

The Bullfighting Festival not only has bullfighting competitions, but also its most popular public bull teasing.

A mighty bull roams the streets aggressively, and anything that moves in front of it is likely to be attacked.

For safety, protective fences have been installed on both sides to prevent angry bulls from rushing out of the street.

Bullfighting is the most exciting entertainment for Spanish locals, especially the foreplay of this kind of public interest. Both sides of the street are full of people.

Suddenly, the 500-kilogram bull was enraged by the visiting car on the road, rushed over, and crazily hit the tire with its horns. Unfortunately, its horns had been sawn flat and could not pierce the tires at all. The angry bull changed its strategy.

The violent shaking of the car made the beautiful reporter inside the car scream, which greatly stimulated the crowd of onlookers.

The crowd on both sides became excited, and a few bold ones started to act.

A short-sleeved boy in white went around behind the cow's buttocks and pulled its tail vigorously, successfully attracting the attention of the angry bull.

The bull turned around abruptly, and raised its horns vigorously, trying to knock the little brother in white over.

To dare to challenge an angry bull requires not only courage, but also a strategy. Obviously, this boy in white has it. He put his hand on the forehead of the bull, ran in the opposite direction, and narrowly avoided several attacks by the bull's horns.

Unfortunately, the little brother in white was not very lucky. He slipped and fell heavily to the ground. The angry bull found a chance and picked up the little brother in white with his horns and threw him into the air.

Beep, beep, a warning whistle sounded, a group of people used sound and movement to attract the bull's attention, and another group of people snatched the boy in white out of the street for treatment.

This scene was also seen by Jiang Yeming and his party who were about to enter the bullring, and they frightened the confident Six Monsters of Chinatown.

The fat boss hesitated and said, "Even if the horns are sawed off, it still hurts to bump them."

Jiang Yeming stopped, nodded and said: "That's right, you have to feel it, let's watch it here for a while."

Under his order, the six had no choice but to stand obediently on the side of the road and watch this exciting performance.

On the street, the bull was led away. A middle-aged man took off his coat and kept shaking it in front of the bull's head, successfully attracting the bull's attention. When the bull rushed over, he quickly dodged sideways and put away his coat.

This skilful action drew the cheers of two rows of spectators, but he didn't expect that the bull, which had lost its target, would transfer its hatred to another adventurer in an instant. It rushed over, overturned this one, and wanted to attack again. Fortunately, the adventurer survived this time by hugging the bull's head tightly.

The bull was attracted by others again, and the next fat man in red became a victim and was picked out. The on-site staff protected him and prepared to leave the street, but unexpectedly, the angry bull circled back behind the fat man in red.

The familiar figure caused the bull to burst into anger again. He rushed forward, lowered his head and used the bull's horns to hit the fat man in red fiercely.

puff!

Omg!

Everyone, including Jiang Yeming, gasped.

The sawed-off horn actually stuck between the two strands!
As long as a human being can understand this sourness, this fat guy in red has won the lottery with a [-]% chance.

Really couldn't stand it anymore, Jiang Yeming broke off a small stone and threw it to the sissy boss.

"Shoot it, treat the body in the same way as the person."

"What?" The sissy boss, who has a great lack of Chinese culture, didn't understand.

Boss Xing explained: "That is to say, the cow is unreasonable and pokes at the eyes of human beings, and you will give it the same treatment."

It turned out that this is the way the sissy boss understood, and was even a little eager to try.

He picked up the small stone, took a deep breath, and threw it vigorously, while shouting the name of the move he created: "Chrysanthemum Remnant."

okay!The name is also too high-level.

puff!

On target.

The originally crazy bull suddenly rolled his eyes, wailed to the sky, knelt on the ground and couldn't get up.

Although the sissy boss's method was too cruel, it regained the confidence of the six people, and they followed Jiang Yeming into the backstage of the bullring again in high spirits.

A few minutes later, with the form in hand, Jiang Yeming led the six into the backstage of the bullring.

They put down their handbags and began to prepare.

Jiang Yeming is a set of Chinese-style Hanfu, with a red cloak and tight-fitting clothes inside. It looks free and easy and has a temperament. It is worthy of being carefully crafted by the thin boss overnight.

As for the six assistant team members, they couldn't make too gorgeous costumes under the tight time limit. They simply wore red jackets with the names of their respective industries marked in Spanish and Chinese on the back, which was considered an advertisement.

They were busy here, which also attracted the attention of the other two professional bullfighting teams in the background.

The two matadors gathered together and exchanged in low voices:
"I really don't understand why the company wants us to perform with these people. If something happens, it's not us who come forward to rescue."

"Don't think about it. So many people on the Internet boycott us on the topic of treating animals well. Now the number of people who like to watch bullfights is decreasing. There must be enough gimmicks to attract people. Not only do we have to do it, but we must also do a good job of this babysitter."

"But the supervisor said to leave them alone and let them fend for themselves."

"The bald head is a racist. He has provoked Chinese Americans several times on the Internet. You should not participate in it."

When the two were talking, the bald middle-aged man who had previously advertised in Chinatown came over and beckoned them to leave.

After they left, Jiang Yeming, who has super hearing, smiled coldly, but he didn't expect that he was not interested in making trouble, but someone wanted to make trouble.He didn't care about the bald middle-aged man, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​following up to inquire. No matter what the other party did, he would accept the trick. The harder it was, the more severe the revenge.

On the other side, the balding middle-aged man closed the door of the dressing room and said to the two matadors: "After the competition starts, you choose the first four."

"The last two bullfights were played by inexperienced amateurs. Are you crazy?" A matador said angrily. The last two bullfights were the most powerful bulls in normal competitions. This not only involves honor, but may also endanger the lives of those Chinese.

"It doesn't matter, we have prepared the best intervention personnel and medical personnel." The bald middle-aged man paused, and added in a harsh voice: "This is a resolution passed by the company's board of directors. You can only implement it and have no right to interfere. Think about the sky-high liquidated damages after violating the company. You should know what to do."