Chapter 011: Judo Red Belt, Saigo Jiro
"Well, I'm not from the island. Please drive faster. I have something urgent to do."
Zhang Hao was thinking about the situation he might face later and had no mood to talk nonsense with him, so he replied nonchalantly.
"Hey, brother, you can speak the island language. I thought you couldn't!"
The driver was surprised to hear that Zhang Hao did not use simultaneous interpretation as before.
"Um?"
After the driver’s reminder, Zhang Hao also discovered it.
I seemed to have expressed what I wanted to say just now directly in the island language.
Zhang Hao raised his hand and clicked in the air to open the property panel in the game.
I saw an extra row of skill bars at the bottom.
And there is an extra line of small print - "Proficient in the official language of the island country."
"What's going on? Is this a new game mechanism?" Zhang Hao wondered.
Zhang Hao tried to switch the language in the game again. The island language, which he could only roughly guess based on a few Chinese characters, could now be read without any pauses , as if he was born with the ability.
In order to verify it again, Zhang Hao chatted briefly with the driver and found that there was no obstacle in communication.
Maybe it’s a problem with the game mechanics. After all, it’s in a game, so this is not impossible.
Zhang Hao frowned. For him, at least he didn't need to say a sentence once and have the simultaneous interpreter say it again . It would be awkward.
"Please drive faster." Zhang Hao urged again.
"Okay, hold on tight!" The driver put his other hand on the steering wheel.
Then a ghost fire taxi sped along the street at a speed of 200 mph. After all, there was no need to worry about car accidents in the game.
Soon we arrived at the street near the pub.
Zhang Hao paid the money, which was the gold coins specially used in the game. Generally speaking, the exchange rate with the real world is 1:1.
This also gave rise to alternative "players" such as taxi drivers, who earn game coins to cash in.
"Reality is no different from games. Some people play games for fun, while others play games for a living."
Shaking off the inexplicable thoughts from his mind, Zhang Hao walked towards the izakaya.
Although it was afternoon, there were quite a lot of players in the game. Walking down just one street, Zhang Hao had seen no less than a hundred of them.
Some of them were showing off their sports cars in the game, some were rubbing their hands together and spitting trash words at each other in preparation for a showdown, and some were simply staring into the sky in a daze...
It seems that the otakus and otakus of the island country are indeed a social problem. In China, you definitely won't see so many players online at the same time in the afternoon.
Soon, Zhang Hao arrived at the door of the izakaya.
The time agreed with Ichiro Yamamoto was exactly the same, not a minute more or a second less.
"Crunch"
Zhang Hao pushed open the door and walked into the house.
The lighting in the store was a little dim, and Zhang Hao couldn't help but squint and look over.
There is a solid wooden high-legged chair in front of the counter.
One of them stood on the beam under the chair, with his hands on his knees, and leaned forward slightly. He looked like a gangster.
On the right stood a tall man wearing a black suit and shiny black leather shoes.
With his hands crossed in front of him, he looked Zhang Hao up and down with a pair of sharp eyes. Half of his face was covered with small skull patterns, which made him look particularly ferocious.
Ichiro Yamamoto saw Zhang Hao push the door open, slowly raised his head, and looked at Zhang Hao in the same way.
He looked very ordinary, and was obviously smaller than the Zhang Hao he saw in the laboratory.
"Haha, this guy is not very ostentatious. His body has obviously been modified, but he deliberately hides it in the game. It's interesting." Ichiro Yamamoto said to himself.
"You must be Lu Jiajia's boyfriend. I didn't expect you to be so punctual and didn't keep me waiting for long." Yamamoto Ichiro leisurely picked up the sake on the counter and took a sip.
Zhang Hao ignored Yamamoto Ichiro's pretentiousness and said, "Stop talking nonsense and tell me the rules of the game first!"
This was the second time that Ichiro Yamamoto heard Zhang Hao interrupt him so bluntly, and he couldn't help feeling annoyed.
"Let you keep pretending to be cool and superior, I'll kill you when I get the notebook!" Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes twitched slightly and he cursed in his heart.
"The rules of the game are simple. As long as you can beat the person next to me, that's fine."
Ichiro Yamamoto pointed at the tall man next to him.
The tall man took off his black suit, and his sturdy arms made the white shirt underneath bulge.
"Jiro Saigo, I'm a first-level red belt in judo from Japan, please give me some advice!" At the same time, he took two steps forward, spread his feet, straightened his body slightly, and looked at Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao didn't waste any words.
He leaned slightly to the right, kicked with his left foot, and rushed towards Saigo Jiro.
As Saigo Jiro's skull got closer and closer.
Using the inertia of the impact, Zhang Hao threw a left straight punch followed by a right straight punch at Saigo Jiro!
Saigo Jiro raised his hands and placed them across his face.
Two snaps !
Saigo Jiro's wrist immediately turned slightly red, which made him feel a little pressured. This kid was so strong.
Zhang Hao didn't give him any time to react. He raised his right leg and kicked Saigo Jiro in the chest with great force!
A set of attacks, all in one go! It was the first move of the armed police fighting technique, "straight punch and side kick".
Jiro Saigo was kicked hard and took two steps back. He barely managed to stand still, but he felt a tightness in his chest and was very uncomfortable.
He took a long breath and uttered the words "very good".
Zhang Hao was also secretly shocked. If a normal person was kicked like that, he would either fall flat on his face or just take two steps back!
After failing to hit the target with the first blow, Zhang Hao threw another right punch, gathering strength like a bow!
He blew towards Saigo Jiro's face, bringing out a fierce gust of wind.
But before the fist reached Saifeng Jiro's ear, the latter caught it with his bare hands.
Jiro Saigo was not feeling well at this time either. His palm felt as if it was hit by a heavy hammer, and the pain ran through his entire right arm like an electric current.
Zhang Hao's right fist was held by Saigo Jiro, and he couldn't break free for a while! He could only bend his toes secretly and hold the ground.
Then he clenched his left fist and swung out, but because his right hand was grabbed, the momentum of this punch was only 60% to 70% of the previous one.
Seeing this, Xifeng Jiro secretly cheered in his heart! Here comes the opportunity!
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Saifeng Jiro did the same thing, meeting Zhang Hao's fist with his left hand, changing his palm into a claw and holding it tightly!
For a moment, the two men crossed their hands and exerted their strength secretly.
"Hehe, don't you know that judo masters like this kind of physical contact the most?" Seeing this situation, Ichiro Yamamoto mocked from the side.
As expected!
Jiro Saigo stepped his left foot slightly forward to the left, and swept his right foot across Zhang Hao's calf!
The force was so great that it made Zhang Hao flip 360 degrees in the air. Saigo Jiro took advantage of the momentum to turn half his body, stepped forward with his right foot and raised his heel!
The right hand that was holding Zhang Hao's fist loosened, and instead grabbed Zhang Hao's shoulder, lowered his waist, and pushed up his back!
"Ah!" Saigo Jiro shouted.
Zhang Hao only felt that his toes had just touched the ground, and his arm felt like it was about to be torn off!
