Rural Shennong

In Chen Ping's hands, Shi Guwu didn't even have the slightest strength to resist, and he couldn't even dodge him with a casual grab.

Only then did he realize that Chen Ping's cultivation was at least the pinnacle of a martial arts master, and he might even have reached the realm of a master.

Masao Mori was about to pee in fright, his knees gave up and he was about to kneel on the ground, before he could kneel down, Chen Ping grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"You should be glad that you are here today, and you can barely leave a dog's life!"

This is the old couple's restaurant, and they still have to do business in the future. If someone dies here, how will they do business in the future?

Mori Masao mentioned that the heart in his throat just dropped a little, and he heard Chen Ping continue: "But don't be too happy too early, you actually bullied my compatriots in China. Capital crimes can be avoided, but living crimes are hard to forgive. If you meet me, you will be counted. You're out of luck!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Ping waved his hand violently, and threw Masao Moriryuk behind him.

"Crash!" Masao Mori's body smashed through the glass, and Chen Ping threw him out of the window directly.

Before everyone came back to their senses, they heard a shrill howl from outside.

The howling was endless, like a ghost crying at night, it was creepy.

Everyone looked at Chen Ping in awe, and now no one dared to say that he was overconfident.

Chen Ping glanced around, and his eyes fell on Shi Guwu who had just got up: "Take you rubbish and get out!"

"Whoever dares to come here to find fault again, I will make his life worse than death!"

Shi Guwu didn't even dare to say a harsh word, so he left in despair with a group of seriously injured bodyguards from Mori's family.

The other guests didn't dare to stay longer and left quickly.

Soon the hall returned to silence.

Chen Ping walked up to the old couple and said softly, "Uncle Zhong, Aunt Mi, let me take a look at your injuries first. Do you have a medicine box here?"

After Chen Ping bandaged the wounds of the old couple and Zhong Jianguo's apprentices and eased the injuries, the old couple bent their legs and were about to kneel down for Chen Ping.

Chen Ping hurriedly supported them: "Master, what are you doing?"

Zhong Jianguo choked up and said, "Mr. Er, thank you for your righteousness. If it weren't for you, we...we would..."

Chen Ping smiled and said: "We are all compatriots from Huaguo. I see injustice, so naturally I can't stand by and watch."

"Also, don't call me Mr. Er, just call me Aping."

There was no one in the restaurant, and Chen Ping helped clean up the messy hall before he planned to leave.

"Uncle, aunt, I will stay in Sakura Country for a while."

"I'll leave you a phone number first. If you encounter any troubles, you can contact me at any time."

The old couple looked at each other, and they both saw a certain look of determination in each other's eyes.

Mi Shulan grabbed Chen Ping's hand and said, "Ping, you haven't had dinner yet!"

"If you're not in a hurry, stay and have a meal before leaving, okay?"

Chen Ping hesitated for a moment, and seeing that the old couple were looking at him expectantly, he nodded and said, "Okay, but the uncle and these brothers are both injured, so I'll do the cooking myself, so I won't bother you. "

Zhong Jianguo said embarrassingly, "Then what a shame, the back kitchen has some ready-made stewed vegetables, I can eat them as soon as I heat them up."

Chen Ping rolled up his sleeves: "It's okay, I also run a restaurant in China, and I often go to the stove, you two just wait for a while."

Chen Ping's movements were swift, and he prepared a large table of dishes in less than half an hour.

"Come on, grandpa and aunt, fellow Huaguo, how about trying my handicraft."

The dishes made by Chen Ping tasted good, but everyone didn't have much appetite, they just said some scene words.

Those young people didn't eat a few mouthfuls, so they left and went to rest.

Chen Ping was about to leave, but Zhong Jianguo stopped him suddenly.

"Ping! My old lady and I have something to discuss with you."

Chen Ping was slightly taken aback: "If there's anything you two just say, as long as I can help, I will never shirk."

Mi Shulan wiped away her tears: "My son's family has suffered, and I only found out today that it was Masao Moriyuki who killed him."

She told Chen Ping about Masao Mori's plan to seize the hotel by force.

"I can't wait to drink his blood and eat his flesh, so as to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Chen Ping said in a deep voice: "Ma'am, are you blaming me for not killing that beast today?"

"Don't worry, I guarantee that he is worse alive than dead!"

Chen Ping was not trying to comfort Mi Shulan.

When he threw Masao Mori out of the window just now, he left a strong spiral force in his body, so he screamed again and again after he fell outside.

Including Shi Guwu, who made him wear the onmyoji outfit.

He was able to hold back the screams only because he was a martial artist with stronger resistance.

If there is no top expert to save them, they will be waiting to suffer day and night like broken bones and muscles.

Mi Shulan waved her hands again and again: "No, no, that's not what I meant."

"The Senlu family is very powerful in Dahechuan. Aping, if you spare his life, you can also avoid a death feud with them."

"Seeing you beat them so badly, my old man and I are very angry."

Chen Ping was puzzled: "Then what do you mean?"

Mi Shulan said calmly: "Ping, I told you about my son because I want to tell you that you and I, Mr. Zhong, want to transfer this store to you for free."

"Anyway, we don't have any close family members."

"You have a kind heart and strength. Only by giving you the store can we rest assured."

"As long as you can give us a place here in the future, I will be grateful."

Chen Ping was silent for a long time, then turned to Miko Iwasaki and asked, "Have you brought any money?"

Iwasaki Miko didn't know what Chen Ping was going to do, but she took out a check book from her bag and handed it to Chen Ping without hesitation.

Chen Ping wrote a check, tore it off and put it on the table.

"Master, aunt, this is a check for 500 million Chinese yuan."

Just as the old couple were about to talk, Chen Ping interrupted with a wave of his hand: "Listen to me first."

"Your storefront, I can't ask you for nothing."

"This is the money I bought the storefront. If you accept it, then I want this storefront. You can also continue to help me look at the storefront here."

"If you don't accept it, then don't mention anything about giving me the storefront for free."

Zhong Jianguo said helplessly: "Ping, we only used more than 400 million yuan when we sold this store. Even if you give it, it's too much."

"Besides, our old couple has no daily expenses, and I don't know how to use the money."

Chen Ping chuckled: "You guys are redecorating here, and you spent a lot of money to buy some belongings, and you have accumulated a lot of repeat customers. Those are intangible assets."

"500 million is nothing to me, just treat it as a peace of mind, okay?"