Arriving at Konoha with a Superman template

Chapter 150

Seeing that the strongest hired thug was dead, the owner of the store was angry and annoyed, and complained, "What are you still doing, throw this useless man out quickly."

Due to the deterrence of the boss, several guys had to carry the body of Dao Shen and threw it on the street.

Whether it is a wandering warrior or a mercenary, in the eyes of these businessmen, they are the most humble existence.

Not to mention death, even physical injury will be treated as a useless old dog and driven away at will.

Just because money can turn ghosts, all big businessmen have powerful personal guards, who can ensure the safety of their bosses, and at the same time encourage their arrogance.

Xinghui looked at the behavior of the boss with cold eyes. He didn't take action immediately, but it didn't mean he would let this scumbag go.

It's just that the important thing now is to help Tsunade get rid of his gambling addiction.

After this episode, the dice thrower gave the boss a wink, and then got a signal that everything was business as usual.

"Misunderstanding, don't worry about it, everyone, make a bet, make a bet!"

With the sound of dice, the guests were even more hesitant to continue gambling.

"Give way, my lord is here."

With the sound of gongs and drums, a bloated man in conspicuous kimono came out surrounded by many servants.

Everyone looked sideways, then knelt down and saluted him.

Jiraiya and Tsunade also noticed his clothes, although they would not bow down to him like ordinary people, but they turned their heads and did not speak.

It can be said that only Xinghui looked at him normally in the audience.

"Damn it, you brazen guy, why don't you kneel down when you see the boss?!" A leader of the old slave rushed over and shouted.

Xinghui frowned and didn't pay attention to them at all.

The old slave immediately took out a dagger that was shining with silver light.

"If you don't agree with each other, you will show your sword?" Xinghui really didn't understand that such a bad atmosphere in Baochu Street could become a commercial center.

The adult known as the elder squinted his eyes arrogantly and pointed at Xinghui, and asked eccentrically, "Who are you?"

"Xinghui, Sarutobi Xinghui." Xinghui was curious about what this old fat man could do after knowing his name.

"Who are you, Sarutobi Hiruzen?" the Fire Country boss asked coldly.

"Why doesn't the boss of the Tangtang family go and check it himself?"

"My boss asked you something!" The old slave swung his knife and found that Sarutobi Xinghui could not be threatened at all, so he didn't continue to move forward.

Xinghui had lost his patience, so he ignored them.

At this time, the casino owner suddenly performed a bitter scene.

He cried and knelt down in front of the elder, then pointed to the samurai sword god lying outside the door and said, "The elder must be the master for us and the people."

Seeing that a homicide case was involved, the old man from the Nation of Fire raised the corner of his mouth, and after signaling to the people around him, that person quietly whispered a value in the boss's ear.

The casino owner nodded immediately.

Of course, Xinghui also heard about their secret transactions, and then thought to himself, "My life is worth [-] million taels of gold? Who do you look down on?"

"Speak." The old man sat down on the front seat, and then deliberately raised his voice and asked.

The casino owner immediately snapped back, "This person first provoked our management, and then unreasonably injured our buddy..."

As he spoke, the old man pointed to the fainted thugs.

The old man stroked his beard and nodded.

This led the casino owner to continue, "I think he's trying to ruin my hard-earned business, so I've asked Lord Samurai to help me uphold justice."

"Where are the samurai from?"

"This samurai is from the country of iron. The villain took him in because he saw him wandering and pitiful." The owner of the store almost called himself a saint.

The elder of the family applauded and praised, "If all the shopkeepers can have a bodhisattva heart like you, there will be no disputes in the world."

The other people present felt like throwing up when they heard this.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows how this guy treats the samurai, but everyone dares to be angry and dare not speak out.

"So the samurai was also killed by him?" the elder asked.

"Yes!" The casino owner raised his hand and pointed at Xinghui.

"Sarutobi Xinghui, you are convicted!" The old man's words were not interrogative sentences, but affirmative sentences, proving that Xinghui had already been convicted in his heart.

"Ridiculous." Xinghui couldn't help laughing as if hearing a joke.

Not to mention the family elders, Sarutobi Xinghui is not afraid of the arrival of the Fire Nation daimyo.

And sooner or later, he will unify the entire ninja world, and it is no big deal to take down the country of fire a little earlier now.

"You dare to laugh at me?" The old man waved his hand, and a young ninja stepped out from his shadow.

"You are?" Xinghui was stunned for a moment, because this guy looked familiar.

"Master Xinghui, I am Kazuma who protects the Twelve Warriors of Ninja." Of course the young Kazuma also knew Sarutobi Xinghui who made a big splash in the Kyuubi Rebellion.

Although Hema does not recognize the existence of Xinghui, he has to admit that Xinghui's strength is currently invincible to him.

In addition to Sarutobi Xinghui, the existence of Jiraiya and Tsunade also makes Kazuma feel difficult to be an enemy.

"You know each other?" the elder asked curiously.

"My lord, Sarutobi Xinghui is the grandson of the third generation." Kazuma knelt and replied.

"Sorrow, is this your belief?" Xinghui asked, pointing at the ugly elder.

The corner of Hema's mouth sank, he was a smart man and naturally heard Xinghui's ridicule.

It is true that the elder of the family is notoriously cunning, greedy and lustful, but his father is a great official who helped the daimyo establish the Kingdom of Fire. As long as this bloodline exists, he will always be the master of others.

In Kazuma's view, the existence of Naruto has no meaning, and ninjas should not be separated from the management of daimyo.

If all ninjas were like him, the Nation of Fire could avoid all disputes.

"Lord Xinghui, this is the elder of the family, please show some respect, even the third generation would not dare to talk to him like that." Hema mustered up his courage and turned back.

Then what was waiting for him was Xinghui's Friendship Breaking Face Fist.

I saw that He Ma had no time to dodge or even reacted before he sprayed blood and flew out backwards. He was good at earth escape and was originally a defensive expert, but facing Xinghui whose speed exceeded imagination, any of his skills were meaningless.

The old man was shocked, he thought that Hema was considered the strongest among the twelve guarding ninja warriors, but he didn't expect that he was not good at anything!
Xinghui didn't kill Hema, but this punch was enough to put Hema in a coma for several days.

"What a bastard, how dare you take action against my people!" The old man was still putting on airs, and this old kimono was also his last resort.

"It's you who is the bastard! Do you know what it means to be unworthy of virtue?" Xing Hui grabbed the old man's collar, and the scene suddenly fell into silence.

Because in the Land of Fire, power represents everything, even if you are a grandson of the third generation, you can only bow your head and bow to the dignified elders.

The owner of the casino was also terrified, he never expected that he would not even give his boss face.

Although he thought Xinghui was a lunatic, the lunatic was the scariest thing!

(End of this chapter)