Lieutenant Fujita was furious, and after a long time, it turned out to be a Chinese person. He actually dressed up as a pig eating a tiger and slapped himself twice. The despicable Chinese person insulted the military of the Great Japanese Empire in public, which is something that cannot be tolerated under any circumstances.

  "Hachi-gatsu-yagi-ka@#￥%*" Lieutenant Fujita burst into a loud scolding, but the Japanese vocabulary was so poor that it was just repeating words like "hachi-gatsu-yagi-ka" and so on. It was nothing more than seeing who could shout louder, but even in terms of volume, he couldn't surpass that despicable Chinese man.

  Chen Zikun held a wine glass in one hand and put the other hand on his waist, speaking in a thick Kansai accent, spitting stars as he scolded Fujita Kohei, who was left speechless and unable to retort.

  Everyone in the ballroom couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh, a Japanese officer was scolded by a Chinese person in Japanese to the point of being speechless, what a ridiculous thing. When combined with the humiliation of the Japanese at the Paris Peace Conference, it makes one feel that there is a clever plot behind it.

  "It's fine if Japanese people can't speak English, but how come they can't even speak their own country's language properly?" Lin Changmin said calmly, immediately triggering a burst of laughter around him.

  Lin Huiyin asked in a low voice: "Dad, does this person speak Japanese well?"

  His daughter understood herself, Lin Changmin nodded slightly: "His Japanese is very authentic, if he just listens to the conversation, he will definitely be mistaken for a Japanese."

  Lin Changmin had studied at Waseda University in Japan for seven years, and his Japanese was fluent. His words were naturally persuasive. Lin Huiyin and Lin Wenjing looked at the young Chinese man who was scolding a Japanese officer, and they couldn't help but feel a deep respect.

  There were many Japanese officials and scholars present at the scene, all of whom nodded in agreement, thinking that this young man must also have had experience studying in Japan.

  If they knew that this young man's fluent Japanese was learned from a Japanese deserter in a bandit's lair in Kwantung, they would be shocked.

  Lieutenant Fujita's companions, with bleary eyes, gathered around him. They were all dressed in military attire, wearing their swords at their sides. Normally, they would have checked their swords at the cloakroom, but as soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire, they never parted with their blades. Now, each of them had a pair of bloodshot eyes and grasped the hilts of their swords, looking as if they were ready to cut down this careless fellow at any moment.

  No one stepped forward to mediate, as people in the social circle all liked excitement. Westerners had always been conciliatory towards disputes between Japanese and Chinese people, so the Western diplomats present were just watching the situation unfold. The restaurant manager was getting anxious, trying to step forward to stop them, but was intimidated by a sharp glare from the Japanese person.

  Xiao Shunzi has now completely lost his mind, shrinking into a corner and not daring to show his head. He no longer holds any hope for his own future, anyway the rice bowl is definitely going to be smashed. His only hope is that Da Kui's disaster won't spread too far, or else the Six Nations Restaurant will be finished.

  There were indeed several Japanese diplomatic officials present, but they didn't bother to intervene in this trivial matter. A few days ago, China's diplomat Gu Weijun had stolen the show at the Paris Peace Conference, while Japan's diplomat Marquis Saionji had lost face due to his poor speech. So these diplomats were happy to let the soldiers take revenge for them.

  "Bastard, I challenge you to a duel!" Lieutenant Fujita suddenly shouted loudly while Chen Zikun was panting and drinking water.

  "Alright, I've been waiting for you to say that. Today, I'll accompany you in a good practice." Chen Zikun threw down his wine cup, and with a swift motion, took off the top of his formal attire and tore down the window curtain which served as a makeshift headband.

  A murmur ran through the ballroom, and those who understood Japanese translated their conversation into various languages, spreading it far and wide. The gentlemen's eyes widened in shock, while the ladies clutched at their chests, exclaiming "My God!" as they fanned themselves rapidly.

  It's a blessing that we can still see duels today in the 20th century. Everyone thinks it was worth coming today.

  But some Chinese people secretly thought it was not good, China is a weak country, not only is the national strength weak, but also the quality of its citizens is far inferior to others. The physique and barbaric spirit of Japanese soldiers are known globally, these half-civilized guys take cold showers in winter, like eating raw fish, when frustrated they cut open their own belly with a knife, how can our humble Chinese gentlemen compete with Japan's heavily armed soldiers?

  But some Europeans and Americans who were eager for chaos had cleared a space in the dance hall, leaving a large empty area in the center for the two to duel, and the musicians spontaneously played the Spanish bullfighting music.

  "If you apologize now, I can consider forgiving you." Lieutenant Fujita glanced at Yao Yire beside him who was shivering with fear and thought it would be better to show some gentlemanly demeanor.

  Chen Zikun hadn't spoken yet, but Yao Yilei had already jumped up: "Absolutely no apology, beat him to death! Beat this little Japanese to death."

  Tōyama Kojirō's face turned red with rage, and he glared at him.

  Yao Yilei hastily hid behind Chen Zikun, sticking out a small head to make a disdainful face at Tōda Kō.

  "The lady has spoken, no apology can be made, so don't look for a way out for yourself." Chen Zikun also sneered with his arms around his knees.

  Fujiwara Kō felt his face burning, he quickly took off his short jacket, removed the scabbard and grasped it in his hand, pointing at Chen Zikun: "You can choose your weapon."

  Chen Zikong rushed into the dance hall and said to everyone: "Who will lend me a sword?"

  "The one!" The Beiyang general who had exchanged greetings with Chen Zikong stood up and quickly walked to the cloakroom to retrieve his own sword.

  Everyone recognized that this was the current hot figure, Xu Shuzheng, the Deputy Minister of the Beiyang Army Department, and the chief advisor to Duan Qirui, also a general.

  Xu Shu took his sword and threw it into the air, giving it to Chen Zikong: "Catch the sword!"

  Chen Zikong caught it in one hand and pulled out a section of the sword body, unable to help but praise: "Good sword!"

  The marshal's sword, naturally not an ordinary object, the hilt wrapped in gold thread, the blade engraved with exquisite flower patterns, the scabbard made of fine steel, and on the outside, a layer of warm yellow cowhide was also covered.

  Fujita Kō slowly drew his sword from its scabbard. Although the shape of his sword looked like a Western-style command sword, it was fundamentally different. It was actually a Japanese sword blade mounted on a Western-style hilt. The Fujita family wasn't considered to be of high social status, but they were genuine warriors by birth. This sword had been passed down from his great-grandfather and even had a name: Kikujinmaru.

  His companion brought over a cup of strong liquor, and Toda Ken tightened his cool face, pouring the liquor onto the blade, the clear liquid flowing down the sharp edge of the knife, giving off an elegant yet cruel feeling.

  "This knife is ready to see blood." Some people whispered.

  Lin Wenjing couldn't help but grip Lin Huiyin's hand tightly, and she was worried for this uncle she had just met.

  "It's okay, we'll definitely win." Lin Huiyin, although a few years younger than Lin Wenjing, was more calm and comforting, gently patting her sister's hand.

  Look at these Japanese people, they look so serious, even Yao Yiren, the mastermind behind the whole event, couldn't help but feel a little scared. She tiptoed and whispered in Chen Zikun's ear: "If we can't beat them, let's just run away, my car is outside."

  Chen Zikun didn't say a word and just winked at her.

  Yao Yilei felt her heart racing wildly.

  Fujiwara no Hidesato had already taken his stance, gripping the hilt of his sword with both hands and spreading his legs apart in a standard Japanese kendo starting position.

  Chen Zikun also drew his sword and casually performed a few sword moves, some people on the scene who had studied Chinese martial arts couldn't help but be shocked, isn't this the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword of Wudang Sect?!

  "Come on." Chen Zikun beckoned to Fujita Gen with a crooked finger.

  "Ahh~~~~~~~~~" Fujita Kō held the Japanese sword high above his head, letting out a strange yell as he charged forward. The nerves of everyone present were stretched taut, their eyes wide with tension as they stared at the scene unfolding before them. Some of the weaker-willed ladies and girls closed their eyes, muttering prayers under their breath, hoping against hope that no bloody incident would occur.

  Lin Wenjing closed her eyes and didn't dare look, while Lin Huiyin opened her eyes wide and stood on tiptoe, afraid of missing any details.

  Xiao Shunzi hid in the corner with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and a cross hanging from his neck, constantly muttering: Buddha, God, Taishang Laojun, Guanyin, protect Dakuizi from any mishap.

  As soon as he saw Fujita charging over, Chen Zikun originally wanted to end him with one sword strike, but then thought better of it. Because this dog's worthless life would affect Xiao Shunzi's work if things didn't go well, in the blink of an eye he made a decision. With a light flash, his foot tripped and Lieutenant Fujita immediately fell flat on his face.

  It's no wonder that nowadays Japanese soldiers are far less skilled in kendo than they used to be, their energy is mainly focused on shooting and staff work, at most practicing some stabbing techniques with cold weapons. Although Fujita To was not drunk, it does not mean that his mind was extremely clear-headed. When people drink, their reaction ability must be much worse than usual, so it's no surprise that he fell for Chen Zikun's move.

  Chen Zikun would never give him a chance to climb up again. With one kick, he sent the knife in Tengtian's hand flying, and then ruthlessly trampled on his back.

  "Hmph, the way of the sword has been abandoned to such an extent? With just this bit of skill, you think you can challenge me? Come to your senses!"

  Fujiwara no Toshiyuki was scolded by him and couldn't say a word, really losing both the man and the battle.

  A thunderous applause erupted in the ballroom, although there was no spectacular fencing scene, but the ending of one move to defeat the enemy also met everyone's expectations. The Chinese and Westerners all applauded, while the faces of several Japanese diplomats turned iron-blue.

  "Wow, you're really something!" Yao Yile's eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed at Chen Zikun, her eyes shining like stars.

  "It's nothing." Chen Zikun winked at Yao Yire again, actually mocking her for not recognizing him, but it gave Miss Yao a different ambiguous feeling.

  The trouble is getting bigger, if it continues like this, his own identity will be exposed. Chen Zikun picked up his coat and prepared to escape the scene. When he casually put on his suit jacket, Yao Yilei almost went crazy for him. This windy man was incredibly handsome beyond imagination. His waist was so flexible and powerful, his legs were so long and sturdy, and his eyes were so bright and playful.

  Miss Yao, who has always been able to dazzle others and turn their heads, is now herself being dazzled by someone else.

  Chen Zikong put on his coat and returned the sword to Xu Shuzheng: "Thanks, General."

  Just as they were about to leave, the restaurant manager came over surrounded by several Japanese diplomats and Indian guards.

  "Excuse me, sir, may I take a look at your invitation?" said the British manager with courtesy.