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  Old Hu scrunched up his eyebrows and chewed on the sushi - actually just rice balls with vinegar, eating the raw and cold sashimi - actually just raw fish meat. He took a bite and let out a sigh, as if swallowing poison, and glanced at Fang Lin saying:

  "Awake? Come and have something to eat."

  Fang Lin nodded, stretched his waist, poured some clear tea to rinse his mouth and spat it out before sitting down. If the Japanese Tea Master who made this cup of tea saw this, he would definitely scold him severely. This cup of clear tea was carefully brewed with Japan's famous Gyokuro tea leaves. It's worth noting that most Japanese teas are green teas, without fermentation or semi-fermentation, and are made by steaming and drying. There are also pan-fried ones, such as Kyushu's Gyokuro tea and Ryukyu tea, but they are extremely rare and valuable. Before brewing and drinking, one must calm their mind and be solemn, yet this expensive thing was treated like a mouthwash!

  Fang Lin stretched his waist, but felt that if he wanted to eat, whether kneeling or sitting cross-legged was extremely awkward. The only small table had been occupied by Hu Hua Hao, so Fang folded up the straw mat where he had just lain down and made a cushion out of it. Only then did he feel more comfortable. He imitated Old Hu's style, with his legs stretched out in front of him, and ate a few more mouthfuls before throwing down his chopsticks in disgust.

  "This is how you expect people to eat? You're even stingy with salt, and it's still raw!"

  He suddenly saw the candle lit beside him, and his eyes lit up. He directly tore apart the bamboo paper door that separated them, made a small fire, and put the fish slices on to roast. He brushed some soy sauce on it, and soon the aroma wafted out. Hu Hua Hao watched from the side, feeling that this move was quite reasonable, so he came over straightforwardly to enjoy the fruits of Fang Lin's labor. The two of them ate like this, and somehow it felt more flavorful. Fang Lin busied himself with roasting, when suddenly he remembered something:

  "Old Hu, how did you get in?"

  Hu Hua Hao slapped him on the head with a loud crack and scolded:

  "No respect for elders! Call him Uncle Lei! And I don't know how to get into this damned place either."

  He then let out a somewhat melancholic sigh and said:

  "One evening after visiting Jiajia's mother and drinking wine, I unknowingly came in downstairs."

  Fang Lin's eyes flashed with a hint of something:

  "It seems that, as I had speculated, there are two ways to enter this place: one is that an individual's strength must be exceptionally strong, far surpassing that of ordinary people, and they must have a very strong obsession in their heart. Only then can they have a small chance of entering on their own when descending the stairs. The other way is like me, being able to see the Dream Sign in the real world, and being led here by someone. And I think there are relatively few people like me, otherwise the space wouldn't set up rewards for finding people like me."

  Old Hu glared at him and said:

  "Stop being so nosy here, what's the point of thinking so much, hurry up and grill the fish is the priority."

  "Alright, Old Hu."

  "How dare you shout again?"

  "I was wrong, Old Hu."

  “……..”

  However, Japan is prone to earthquakes, so most buildings are lightweight and flammable. Fang Lin was reckless and set fire to the wooden floor, burning a big hole in it in no time. The waitress who came to deliver food saw this and immediately screamed, bowing repeatedly:

  "Sir, don't be like this."

  "Sir, don't be like this."

  "Sir, don't be like this."

  Fang Lin was a man who did his own thing, seeing the fire about to go out, he didn't care what others said, and with a "tear" sound, he pulled down the bamboo paper wall of the next room and threw it into the fire, making the flames even more vigorous. The female waitress was already shocked and hadn't spoken yet, but a group of Japanese men wearing kimonos from next door immediately stood up, took out their knives and walked over, looking fierce and menacing:

  "What's wrong with you? Want to die?"

  Fang Lin continued to stare straight ahead, carefully spreading soy sauce on his fish slices. Hu Hua Hao furrowed his brow and said:

  "Why does the kid always make me clean up after him?"

  The straightforward and majestic way of Fang Lin

  "My BBQ skills are better than yours. How about we swap? Ah! It's burnt."

  This sentence immediately shut Old Hu up, he suddenly stood up and kicked the Japanese person who was posing in a standard "Iai" sword-drawing stance right in the stomach. The man didn't make a sound as he flew out 7 or 8 meters, crashing through 5 or 6 walls along the way, before finally heavily crashing into the pillar in the main hall and sliding down it, with fresh blood gushing out of his mouth, clearly having exhaled more than he had inhaled.

  The poor guy next to him was shocked and furious, and just as he drew his knife from his waist, Huahua's palm grasped it with a twist, and the knife, scabbard, and the arm holding the knife were all twisted into a rope-like shape! A miserable cry immediately rang out. Rolling on the ground in agony, nosebleeds and tears flowed freely.

  The rest of the people saw this kind of momentum, and they were all shocked. Those few guys who rushed to the back immediately learned a lesson from the blood, retreated two steps, looked at each other in dismay, and their legs trembled with fear, not knowing what to say. Fang Lin, however, looked at the female waitress beside him, whose mouth was wide open, and said happily:

  "Trouble you to scoop a bowl of rice for me. If there's pork or beef, please bring a few dishes too. Also need chili peppers, clear sauce, Sichuan peppercorns, garlic and ginger."

  The waitress didn't know what to say, nodded nervously and backed away a few steps before running off. As the group of troublemakers began to retreat, Fang Lin suddenly pointed at one of them and spoke up:

  "Come over here."

  That man was greatly frightened, but did not dare disobey, and walked to Fang Lin's side, bowing his head and waist.

  "Sir, I don't know what you want from me?"

  Poor him, his waist was almost bent in half, Fang Lin laughed and said:

  "What's your name?"

  He said it lightly, but with the miserable state of the two people in front of him, his words already had a kind of intimidating power that did not allow others to look directly at him. The man trembled with fear and said:

  "Down at the mountain pass and husband."

  "Yamaguchi must be quite familiar with this city by now. Give me an introduction to the basic situation of social group activities in this city."

  At this time, the waitress had already hurriedly brought over what Fang Lin wanted. Fang Lin saw that the mountain mouth and husband's waist sword was very sharp, pulled it out to wipe it clean, carelessly cutting the pork, instantly making a garlic mashed white meat dish, eating hot steaming rice with gusto.

  Huahua ate half a day's worth of Japanese dog food, his mouth was already numb, and as soon as he saw it, he immediately took the wooden bowl with rice and snatched it away to grab some vegetables. He gobbled down big mouthfuls until the two of them finished eating, and from Yamaguchi-san's mouth, he gained a certain understanding of the current situation in Nagoya City.

  .............

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