Hear Mr. Li's words.

The indigenous bodyguards in black looked at Mr. Li with a somewhat unkind expression.

Seeing the eyes of several bodyguards, Mr. Li snorted coldly.

The gentle aura on his body suddenly changed, and a ray of cold light burst out from his eyes, staring back.

His tone turned cold: "I don't want to leave alive, so I can try it."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man waved to the bodyguards.

"You guys are waiting here."

He still had that carefree expression on his face.

It seemed as if I didn't take Mr. Li's words to heart.

Looking at Mr. Li with a smile.

"Then we Chinese can always go in, right?"

"Ahao, let it go!"

Old Li frowned and shouted in a tone full of disgust.

It was soon twelve o'clock noon.

As a salute sounded, Lin Yu appeared at the entrance of Juyi Hall.

In the hall, countless gazes were casting away.

The feeling of attention did not make him feel uncomfortable at all.

Today he wore a white coat with a row of old-fashioned cloth buckles in the middle, with wide sleeves, and every move he made, he had a sense of master's demeanor.

This dress, coupled with the identity of Guest Guest, casts a halo on his image.

In the eyes of everyone, Lin Yu's every move has an invisible charm and demeanor.

The lofty and arrogant temperament makes people admire him.

At this time, Mr. Li was alone facing the door.

Then, he clasped his fists and shouted loudly: "Mr. Lin is famous for his heroes and is famous overseas. He punishes traitors and eliminates evil deeds for the Watermen. He is kind and righteous, good at martial arts and literary, and has great wisdom and courage..."

He was like reciting parallel prose, saying that he was like a lingering flower cluster and full of praise.

At the end of the recitation, Mr. Li paused for a moment and continued to shout: "So, after discussion by my colleagues in the Watermen, I sincerely sincerely invite Mr. Lin to take up the position of Guest Minister of Watermen."

Speaking of this, he turned around suddenly, waved his right hand lightly, and made an invitation gesture.

"Please, all the guests will watch the ceremony!"

As soon as the words fell, bang bang bang bang...

Salutes were fired outside.

Then, the gongs and drums were loud and bustling.

Everyone in the hall rushed towards the door.

I saw that in the huge open space below Juyi Hall, more than a dozen lions dancing by people were agile and agile, jumping and moving.

In the middle of the open space, layers of Eight Immortals tables are stacked together, and a colorful ball of football size is placed on the top.

Next to the layers of Eight Immortals tables, tall wooden bridge stools are built to form upward steps.

This is a grand ceremony for lion dance, a grand event held by overseas Chinese.

As the sound of gongs and drums became more and more rapid, the lion dance became more and more cheerful.

More than a dozen brightly colored lion dancers started a fierce battle, and the surrounding air was filled with the smell of hometown.

Soon, a lion dance stood out, climbed to the top, grabbed the colored ball, and jumped down.

The lion held the colorful ball in his mouth, shook his head and climbed the stone steps of Juyi Hall, and ran to Lin Yu.

At this moment, Lu Zhenghao had already prepared the tray and stood quietly on the left and right.

On the tray is placed a plate of cinnabar that is bright red like blood, a brush, and a stack of green US dollars.

Lin Yu reached out to take the colorful ball from the mouth of the lion dance, picked up the brush with one hand, and gently dipped it in the red and blood-like cinnabar.

Then, he rolled up his sleeves and lifted up the wolf's brush to finish the finishing touch of the lion dance.

At this moment, the audience was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Yu's hands.

According to the ritual rules, after finishing the highlights, put a stack of banknotes into the mouth of the lion dance and it is calculated to be completed.

Although this is just a simple finishing ceremony of cinnabar, it is extremely grand in the hearts of the Chinese in Southeast Asia.

Almost everyone knows the profound meaning in it.

The attention of the audience did not make Lin Yu's right hand tremble at all.

He leaned forward steadily and prepared to complete the last part of the ceremony.

At this moment, a sudden sound suddenly rang.

"Let's wait!"

Hearing the sound, everyone couldn't help but turn their heads and look.

In the crowd, there were a small group of people standing in a corner of the hall door.

They are clearly separated from the guests around them.

It looks like it is isolated.

The person who spoke was the short and fat middle-aged man in the head.

He took a step forward, bowed to the surroundings, and smiled proudly, "I don't think it's appropriate to let Mr. Lin serve as the guest of Mizuno."

"You all present today are either locally famous Chinese or local leaders. Some words should be explained clearly so that everyone can understand them."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at Lin Yu: "This young man looks like he is in his early twenties, at most no more than twenty-five years old. Wang really can't tell what qualifications he has to be a guest at the Water Gate? With his age, it may not be enough to take on this important task."

While speaking, the corners of his mouth raised lightly, showing a smile on his face.

The look at Lin Yu was full of disdain.

Hearing these words, everyone couldn't help but whisper and talk.

They didn't want to follow suit, the key is that Lin Yu looks too young.

It seems a bit ridiculous to take on the position of Guest Guest of Mizuno.

And those big guys who knew the inside story did not help with an introduction.

Because a large part of Lin Yu’s supreme reputation is highlighted by stepping on the water gate.

We can't let them tell the guest that Lin Yu killed his ex-Godhead and overwhelmed everyone in the Water Gate. This was the worst case to resolve this grudge.

Even if the big boss of Mizuno present was thick-skinned, he could not say those words.

Seeing the scene getting out of control, Lu Zhenghao couldn't help but stand up and scolded: "A lackey of natives dares to come here and bark. Whoever is the right to say those words?"

The middle-aged man is not angry when he is scolded as a dog.

Instead, he smiled slightly and said, "As the saying goes, I yelled when I see something unpleasant. I saw something that I didn't like. What's wrong with standing up and saying a few fair words?"

"As for what qualifications you ask me, haha, I might as well take this opportunity to tell you good news. After being appointed by General Spender, I will be responsible for all local Chinese affairs in the future."

"In other words, in the future, whether it is Chinese businessmen or you Chinese gangs, you will listen to my instructions. Do you think I am qualified to take care of this matter?"

As soon as this said, the surroundings suddenly felt like they were in a panic.

The people who were still talking about it just now couldn't help but glar at it.

"What qualifications does that native have to make such a commission? What did he regard us Chinese as? Did they slave to their native people?"

With the excitement of the crowd, everyone rushed towards the middle-aged people.

He looked fierce, as if he was about to tear him to pieces.

At any time, traitors are a thousand times more hateful than enemies, ten thousand times more hateful.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the middle-aged man quickly took a two-step back.

Behind him, a strong man suddenly rushed out.

"Do you want to die?"

The strong man was not afraid of everyone and opened his mouth to shout angrily.

The sound is like thunder, the air is shaking, and the echoes are endless.

In an instant, everyone felt a loud buzzing sound in their ears.

I was shocked and stopped involuntarily.

Seeing that everyone was scared away, a hint of compassion appeared on the strong man's face.

He reached out and took off the sunglasses from his face, and a crackling sound of joints sounded inside his body.
To be continued...