"Who is he?" Fang Zong asked casually.

Then, ignoring the other person, roll up the duck meat in the pancake, add shredded green onions, dip it in sauce, take a small bite, and enjoy its tender and smooth texture.

The sweet taste filled my mouth and melted in my mouth. It truly lived up to its reputation as...the best stuff from home.

Fang Zong had a profound realization that came from the bottom of his heart.

It should be sold at a higher price.

Xue Nuo was still munching on her ice cream cone when she raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but Li Xiaoran spoke first: "The Soul-Reaping Ghost Blade Youmingfeng's father is a general in our Eastern Kingdom, and his mother is a Japanese spy. He was originally a good child, but because he was discovered early, he wasn't led astray by his own mother. He is a capable general among military officers."

Youmingfeng immediately glared, his eyes turning red.

Fang Zong became interested and asked with a smile, "And then?"

Li Xiaoran sighed, "He's been driven crazy by his senior brother."

Fang Zong and Li Xiaoran have quite a few things in common. For example, Fang Zong always ignores rude people, while Li Xiaoran ignores all people he doesn't know.

They talked as if no one else was around, and Youmingfeng's face changed from white to red, from red to green, and from green to purple.

His eyes were also a ghastly green.

Finally, Fang Zong understood.

It turns out that Youmingfeng was a good kid, and Li Xiaoran thought highly of him. However, six years ago, when Yasuo, the Unforgiven, was still a kid, he joined the same sect as Youmingfeng.

Then things became simple: Yasuo betrayed his master, stole the Wind Sword Technique, and fled to Japan, where everyone within his master's sect condemned those of Japanese descent.

Youmingfeng is half Japanese, but he was implicated, ostracized, and isolated. He desperately wants to prove himself.

Fang Zong looked at You Mingfeng and said speechlessly, "You mean to say that I was once an FBI officer and I don't even know if I was a spy sent by the United States, and you want to put me down to prove your twenty-four-character values?"

"What?" Youmingfeng was stunned.

He was a little confused.

What is the 24-character value system?

"Come on, repeat after me. Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication..."

"Shut up!"

Youmingfeng now knew what the 'Twenty-Four Characters' value system was, and he wasn't stupid; he realized that Fang Zong was teasing him.

The long knife pierced through the tabletop in an instant, the threat was self-evident.

"This is my table," Fang Zong glared, "you have to pay for it!"

"If I win, I'll pay you back."

"You should have said so earlier."

Fang Zong swallowed the roast duck wrap in his mouth and rolled up his sleeves.

Since a fight is inevitable, then so be it. Anyway, once he got to the capital, he had no intention of enjoying the sunshine or beautiful beaches.

Beijing is notorious for its smog.

"Is it about to start fighting?" Steel Bear had already swallowed more than a dozen roast ducks. He rubbed his belly, which wasn't protruding at all, and sighed, "I haven't even filled my belly properly yet, really."

As he spoke, he looked up at Fang Zong and said, "Be careful, this kid is no ordinary person. Although he is ranked fourth on the Leopard Ranking, I heard that the ranking of the 'Most Poisonous Mu Xianxin' female scorpion was put up by him. This kid likes Mu Xianxin, but unfortunately, the female scorpion has declared that she will not marry before she is eighty years old. No one is truly sincere to her. She can't even be a sugar daddy."

Therefore, he never even touched Mu Xianxin's little hand.

How pitiful.

"Steel Bear, how about we have a fight first?" Youmingfeng's eyes had already turned green with anger, and then they started to turn red.

Steel Bear chuckled, stood up, and with a stride of his two-and-a-half-meter-tall body, pushed the solid wood table aside and continued eating.

Fang Zong also called out loudly, "Everyone, I have some personal matters to attend to today, so I need to borrow this space. Waiters, come out here. I am your major shareholder, Fang Zong. Those who need refunds, please get your money back; those who need food, please serve it. It's on me today. Also, please move the tables to the side and clear out the middle area for me."

Upon hearing the noise, many waiters, and even a significant number of the chefs behind them, came out.

Before they even knew what was going on, Xue Nuo was happily munching on an ice cream cone, saying, "Watching the show, the person setting up the table will get double their salary this month. Also, keep an eye out for any photos or videos. If you catch a customer taking pictures without permission, you'll get a 3,000 yuan reward."

Tilting her head again, she seemed uneasy and added, "If the person in charge stole the photos themselves and didn't get a single penny, they're fired on the spot!"

Faced with a tough choice between a stick and a sweet promise, the waiters and cooks couldn't tell the difference and quickly helped to make room.

The lobby manager knew the names of several major shareholders, and upon hearing them, he exclaimed, "Yes, that's right!"

He was also a clever man; he didn't try to curry favor by coming over to flatter him. Instead, he personally helped move the table, his eyes gleaming like laser beams, as if afraid that some guest or subordinate might secretly take a picture.

I was incredibly surprised, but also very pleased.

I never expected this.

Judging from these words and the scene before us, the three major shareholders above are all military officers?

This job is secure, and the future is bright!

They quickly cleared out an open space of over 100 square meters. The guests, forgetting about their food, all stood there, their eyes shining as they stared at the center.

Fang Zong went out with a long sword slung over his shoulder and said with a smile, "First of all, let me assure you, I have impeccable revolutionary credentials."

"Let's fight first and talk later!"

Youmingfeng no longer wanted to step on people, nor did he want to prove himself. He just wanted to kill Fang Zong, who exposed people's shortcomings, and Gangxiong, who had a foul mouth.

What? You're saying it wasn't Fang Zong who exposed his shortcomings, but Li Xiaoran?

Youmingfeng said: He's not stupid at all.

"The sword is named Bright Moon. It is three feet and three inches long and weighs eighty-nine pounds and seven ounces. It is forged from a mixture of fine iron and modern steel worth three million. It can cut a hair with a single blow and is incomparably sharp."

With one foot forward and the other back, Youmingfeng assumed a stance ready to draw his sword and slash, exuding a cold and aloof demeanor.

Fang Zong: "..."

"Blade Flow, Hurricane, Moon Slash—as for their length and weight, shall we weigh and measure them?"

Fang Zong had also thought about measuring the length and weight of Tang Hengdao Zhan Yue, just like now, announcing his name and striking a pose, how cool would that be?

However, since Ninth Sister said all the magical artifacts were trash, she lost interest.

Although it has been strengthened twice, the gap between the Moon Slash and a magical artifact is still as deep as the ocean.

"Enough talk, take this!" Youmingfeng drew his sword and slashed out.

This is a battle to prove them wrong, a head-on clash.

In fact, unless in specific scenarios, there are very few life-or-death battles within the Demon Slayer Corps. Just as Meng Laode said, squad members are teammates, and the entire brigade are comrades-in-arms. "Though we have no clothes, we will grow old together."

So a space of over 100 square meters is enough.

The long sword slashed out like a round, bright moon, its cold light revealing a sharp edge, like light, like a sword, like a captivating fragrance!

The blade of Youmingfeng was incredibly sharp, but Fang Zong seemed to see a heartbroken person. The blade flashed, like the bright moon piercing through the netherworld, shattering the swordsman's youth.

Kill a thousand enemies, but lose eight hundred of your own.

Youmingfeng is a true swordsman; his sword is himself!

Fang Zong shook his head and drew his sword as well.

Simple,

Killing Slash!