One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

The sea was rippling with blue waves when a shooting star, like a golden arrow, streaked across the night sky, illuminating the dark sea.

"Look at the shooting stars quickly"

On the undulating sea, on the deck of the Japanese helicopter destroyer Izumo, a soldier on guard whispers to each other.

"びっくりLook up to the sky (make a fuss)"

Another soldier on guard rolled his eyes; he only believed in science.

"あなたは愿いをしませんか. Mother's meteor wish いをかけることができると言った (don't you make a wish? Mom said that wishing on a shooting star can make your wishes come true)"

The soldier on guard clasped his hands together and placed them against the tip of his nose, making a wish.

Hearing this, the soldier next to him was speechless and whispered: "Tonight, I will eat the spirit-injecting stick and I will eat it tonight."

After saying this, seeing his companion's devout expression, the soldier looked up at the shooting star in the sky and silently made a wish in his heart.

I hope the Izumo-class destroyer explodes.

He looks like a resentful low-level soldier.

The shooting star in the sky was Jiang Bailan, but he didn't know that someone was making a wish on him, otherwise he would have said it was outrageous.

Facing the stars over China, do we make a wish for Japan?

This is outrageous!

As for why Jiang Bailan was here, it was obviously to take Liu Yuan's life.

Jiang Bailan didn't tell Zhao Fangxu about coming to Japan, or even if she did, the other party wouldn't have time to deal with him.

Compared to Jiang Bailan's matter, Zhou Sheng's news about the other world is clearly more important.

Ignoring the Japanese destroyers below, Jiang Bailan flew directly towards the Japanese islands that were visible to the naked eye.

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"Come on, drink up! Brother Liu Yuan, you really know how to hold your liquor!"

Inside the room, which was covered with beige tatami mats, a dozen scantily clad girls danced a blush-inducing dance to the soft music of a nearby musician.

In the center of the room, a young man wearing a white kimono, with long black hair and a small scar on the corner of his mouth, smiled and raised his glass to praise the man in front of him.

"Come on, have a drink, Mr. Bitter Tea. From today onwards, we're in this together. I'll need your help in the future."

Lying in the arms of three geishas, ​​Liu Yuan withdrew his large hand from inside his kimono, raised his wine glass, and spoke with a drunken expression.

Seeing the other party's actions, the man Liu Yuan called Bitter Tea Lord frowned slightly at the corner of his eyes, but still had a smile on his face: "Welcome to the Warriors' Guild. It's getting late, so I won't disturb Brother Liu Yuan's rest any longer."

The man stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and left the room.

After the other person left, the drunkenness on Liu Yuan's face disappeared, replaced by a disdainful expression.

At the same time, he harbored deep hatred for Jiang Bailan.

If it weren't for the other party, why would he have joined this so-called samurai association?

But when he thought of Jiang Bailan's strength, he couldn't help but shudder. However, when he thought of his current identity, the fear in his heart suddenly lessened.

No matter how strong Jiang Bailan is, she can't possibly go to other countries to kill people!

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the other side.

Samurai Association dojo.

In the dojo late at night, an old man dressed in a white training uniform continuously brandished his bamboo sword, attacking the dummy in front of him from different angles.

With a few sword strikes, the sword technique imbued with this Qi severed the dummy in front of him.

Clearly, this old man was a powerful superhuman.

"Teacher, our Warriors' Guild is an official organization, why should we take in this villain from China?" At this moment, the kindness in Bitter Tea Lord's eyes had vanished, and his face was full of disgust when he mentioned Liu Yuan.

The old man stopped swinging his sword.

Looking quietly at his disciple, he said with a cold expression, "Bitter Tea, I know you don't like Liu Yuan, and I know that Liu Yuan has committed crimes in Shenzhou, but the Warriors Association needs his strength."

"Yes, teacher, I understand."

Upon hearing his teacher's words, Mei Chuan Ku Cha naturally understood their meaning.

Japan is different from China.

They are few in number, and equally few are powerful individuals with supernatural abilities.

Although the Samurai Association is an official force, it is comparable to forces like the Ninja Clan, Shintoism, and Onmyoji in terms of top-tier fighters, but its combat strength in the middle and upper ranks is much weaker.

Therefore, they can only maintain their dominance over the major powers by relying on Liu Yuan's strength.

"But teacher, what if the company asks us for people?" Mei Chuan Ku Cha continued to ask.

Although he could barely accept Liu Yuan, he still couldn't help but feel a headache when he thought about the company's problems. After all, Japan and China were not comparable at all.

However, when faced with this question, Mei Chuan Ku Cha's teacher gave a very clear answer.

Japan is Japan.

China is China.

Is the company trying to incite conflict between the two countries by getting involved with the Samurai Association?

Moreover, based on his understanding of Shenzhou, he knew that the other side would never risk damaging the friendly relations between the two countries for the sake of a troublesome outsider.

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The next day, at noon.

Today is a good day.

People from all the surrounding villages came.

To celebrate Liu Yuan's joining, the Warriors' Guild not only held an induction ceremony for him, but also specially invited the leaders of many forces to come and visit.

Of course, these powerful forces did not refuse. Instead, they gathered their most trusted subordinates, preparing to regain their honor on this joyous day.

After all, Liu Yuan had injured quite a few of them in the past few days, under the orders of the leader of the Warriors Guild.

However, their idea was wonderful, but reality gave them a harsh slap in the face.

Seeing the cadres being grabbed by the head and thrown off the stage like trash, the faces of the leaders of these major forces, including the Ninja Clan, Shintoism, and Onmyoji, were as ugly as if they had swallowed flies.

"Who else!!"

Liu Yuan stood on the stage, his hands clasped in a fist, looking at the audience with a provocative gaze, uttering a soul-searching question, and for a moment he was the center of attention.

"What's wrong with this guy's body?"

"Why did the injury heal so quickly?"

"Is it a miraculous technique from the Divine Land?"

The leaders of the various factions below the stage couldn't help but whisper among themselves as they watched Liu Yuan's injuries heal rapidly.

As Liu Yuan looked at the seven or eight powerful superhumans he had defeated and thrown off the stage, his blood rushed to his head, and a sense of confidence arose for no reason. Perhaps Jiang Bailan was not as strong as the superhuman forum said.

Perhaps I can defeat the opponent myself.

Thinking about his special ability, one of the Six Thieves, known as the "Little Saint Thief," Shen Benyou, who possesses the ability to enhance physical attributes and recover quickly, Liu Yuan felt it wasn't impossible.

With an arrogant look, Liu Yuan surveyed the audience and noticed that although the major powers still had people, they had no intention of sending anyone up on stage. He then revealed a hint of disdain on his face.

"President of the Fish and Dragon Society, why don't you come up here and we'll have a spar?" Liu Yuan said with a big laugh.

Before Liu Yuan could finish speaking, he heard two guards scream loudly from the gate of the Warriors' Guild ahead.

The samurai will guard: "ばか, 死にたくないならEarly く出て行け (bastard, get out of here if you don't want to die)!"

Jiang Bailan found the noise in her ears, so she retaliated with two powerful flashbangs, giving her opponent a taste of the slight weightlessness that comes from China.