Ye Chenghuan was a little touched. After all, this was her father from the Black Dragon Club who was not sure about her life and death. He didn't expect that she would wait for her by the car.

After he got out of the car, Dingxiang naturally took his arm and followed his steps, he walked into "Convention Zhai" slowly.

Ye Chenghuan can be said to have a long understanding of food restaurants around the world. It is similar to most Japanese cuisines. As soon as you enter the door, you will see Japanese customs hanging on the walls, such as Ukiyo-e, Japanese sumo wrestlers, etc.

The decoration of the restaurant is also different from that of the Shenzhou Hotel. The Constant Zhai is basically a Japanese restaurant with a higher level, because it is equipped with tatami seats, landscape screens, etc.

On the storage shelf, you can also see Japanese dolls wearing kimono.

Ye Chenghuan had no time to experience the various views of this restaurant. When he thought of the Japanese restaurant with more additional colors, he felt disgusted.

What came towards me was a gentle waitress who spoke Japanese as soon as she came up and spoke very authentically, and she couldn't tell whether she was from Shenzhou or Japanese.

"Sir, Miss, are there any appointments?"

Dingxiang frowned and said directly: "I'll look for Tokugawa Ieki."

The waitress's face changed and she immediately became gloomy and said in Shenzhou dialect: "Are you Miss Ding?"

"yes."

"plz follow me."

The waitress was leading the way in front. Ye Chenghuan saw her making a strange gesture to a male clerk beside her while walking. The man's eyes showed a hint of sarcasm, nodded, and walked away quickly.

They walked through the restaurant and came to an exquisite courtyard, which was small but exquisite everywhere, including bridges, rocks, stepping stones, gravel ground with rake patterns and stone lanterns, which were sophisticated that it was a suitable environment for meditation and contemplation.

The lush plants and exquisite layouts separate the restaurant from the restaurant, and even loud noises will not affect the people who are dining in front of you.

Passing through the courtyard, in front is a Japanese country-style nanny. Although it is called a nanny, it is not careless in terms of building materials or structural design.

Four men in suits and sunglasses stood at the door, with a cold expression and a solemn expression on their hands.

The waitress turned her eyes with them, then took off her clogs, got on the rail-like platform, bowed her body, took small steps, and walked in first.

Ye Chenghuan didn't tell any rules, and stepped on it with his shoes, and stepped on two big footprints on the spotless wooden floor.

The four men snorted, reached out to stop him, and signaled to search for him.

Ye Chenghuan didn't care either. He raised his arm and asked them to search. He did not stop him after confirming that there were no dangerous items.

Before they could search, Dingxiang lifted the hem of the windbreaker, revealing the sexy long legs in black pantyhose, took off the holster hanging on her thighs, and threw it on the ground with a snap.

This free and easy action made the four guys feel a little hot, and they couldn't help swallowing their throats at the same time.

Scar and others were about to enter, but they were blocked by them and said in stiff Chinese dialect: "They can. You can't."

Dingxiang said without replying: "You are waiting outside, no one is allowed to come in without me!"

The little white dragon rubbed his hands in a hurry. This was the territory of the Black Dragon Society. Who knew what trap the old thing Tokugawa Ikki set up inside. Dingxiang just entered with bare hands, and I'm afraid there would be more and more dangers.

"Brother Scar, what should we do? You're saying something!" Xiao Bailong said anxiously.

Scar said one word with expressionless expression: "Wait!"

The sliding door of the hamlet is open, and it is bright but not dazzling. Ye Chenghuan saw a short table on the tatami at a glance, two people sitting in the east and west, and behind them there were more than a dozen bodyguards, each with awesome expressions, as if facing a great enemy.

What is distinctly compared to their bodyguards is that the atmosphere between the two big guys seems to be very harmonious.

The man in the east was about fifty years old, wearing a loose kimono, kneeling there with his waist straight.

He has oil on his head, hygienic beard on his lips, and big black frame glasses on his nose, square face, big eyes, and thick lips. Although he is a little fat in his middle age, his appearance is not ugly, especially the gentle and bookish atmosphere in his bones, which makes people naturally feel that he is a person who is easy to get close to.

He sat there with a restrained look and condition. He even sipped tea, not like the host at all.

This person is Tokugawa Katsuki, the leader of the Yanjing Heilong Club. Ye Chenghuan and Dingxiang both don’t believe it.

The middle-aged man sitting on the other side looked calm and drank with laughter.

Of course that person is Sima Fengyun.

There was no smell of war between them at all. Instead, they looked like an old friend who had not seen each other for many years. One had a tea, one was drinking, one was reserved, and the other was at ease. There was even a Japanese singer next to him who had white face, wearing pink kimono and paper fan, dancing and shadowing with the melodious music, adding a bit of joy to this unexpected meeting.

Ye Chenghuan frowned. His woman was in a hurry. Sima Fengyun was so happy that he ran here to drink and pick up girls.

He was about to be furious when he saw Sima Fengyun drinking with cough, his face turned turmeric, and his hands trembled slightly with his glass. He glanced at Dingxiang, and then he realized that no wonder Sima Fengyun did not show up when he was in the Yuanwu Dangguan. It seemed that he was very ill.

Ye Chenghuan was so sick that he even came to sell his old bones for his daughter. For the first time, Ye Chenghuan was solemn to him.

Although he is sick, the big man is a big man after all. He is not as good as a gangster. His body is still so hard and his eyes are still so unpredictable.

"Dad..." Dingxiang's voice trembled a little.

Sima Fengyun didn't even look at his daughter. A hint of displeasure flashed across his face and said in a deep voice: "Who asked you to come?"

"I……"

Sima Fengyun interrupted her without hesitation: "Didn't you see it? I'm here to drink with Mr. Tokugawa, and I don't want to be disturbed by Qingxing."

The two enemies who wished they could kill each other were drinking together, and even the fool could see what was hidden behind the calm surface.

Sima Fengyun picked up another glass of wine, drank it all in one go, and said quietly: "Mr. Tokugawa, have you heard of the story of Broken Arrow?"

Tokugawa Ieki shook his head silently and listened to him.

"This is a story about fighting, will and father and son, and I think you will be interested."

Tokugawa Ietsuki still didn't say anything, but just made a gesture of asking for help.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period in our China, a father and his son went to war.

The father has become a general, and the son is still just a pawn.

Another horn sounded, the war drums thundered, and my father solemnly held up an arrow bag with an arrow inserted in it.

The father solemnly said to his son: "This is a family attacking treasure arrow, and he is equipped with a strong power, but he must not pull it out."

It was an extremely exquisite arrow pouch, made of thick cowhide, inlaid with faint copper edges. When you look at the exposed arrow tail, you can tell that it is made of high-quality peacock feathers at a glance.

The son was overjoyed and greedily thought about the arrow shaft. The arrow was like a whizzing sound of arrows passing by his ears. The enemy's coach broke his horse and died.

Sure enough, the son with the treasure arrow was extremely brave and invincible.

When the horn to withdraw the troops sounded, the son could no longer resist the courage to win and completely turned his back on his father's advice. His strong desire drove him to shout and pull out the arrow, trying to see what was going on. He was suddenly stunned.

A broken arrow is filled with a broken arrow!

It turned out that he had been fighting with only broken arrows. His son was scared and sweated in a cold sweat, as if the house that had lost its pillar in an instant had collapsed.

The result was self-evident, and his son died tragically in the chaos.

Brushing away the misty smoke, my father picked up the broken arrow and spat heavily: "If you don't believe in your will, you will never be a general."

His story obviously had a bit of ridicule, "I heard that the Tokugawa family is the business card of the Japanese Bushido Spirit, but I didn't see it in you and your son."

Tokugawa Ieki didn't say anything. A gentle man around him seemed to be a translator, said: "Mr. Sima, thank you very much for telling a vivid story. Then, according to the etiquette of China, it is impolite to come and not behave. I also want to tell a story according to Mr. Tokugawa's wishes."

Ye Chenghuan then raised his eyes to look at the man standing next to Tokugawa Jiaxing. The man knelt behind Tokugawa and told the story.

In Japan, a father took his 6-year-old son on an outing. The father was fishing and the son was playing. Not far from the lake, there was a deep pit. The child was curious and sneaked down into the pit.

After playing for a while, he found that the big pit was very high from the ground, making it easy to get down and difficult to get up.

So he had to ask his father who was fishing: 'Dad, dad, help me, I can't get up anymore!' But he didn't get a response.

In fact, at this moment, he knew that his father was fishing not far from him, and he did not expect that his father would ignore his request for help.

So, his first reaction was anger. He began to call his father by his name and called him a "bastard".

But his father ignored it.
Chapter completed!