Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1240 What's the Origin

Not long after, a group of women dressed in revealing kimonos filed out, each with glamorous makeup.

They gathered around him like birdsong, and many of them secretly winked at Lao Liu when they saw him, clearly indicating that they had dealt with him quite a bit before.

The sixth brother turned his face away with feigned modesty, pretending not to see, but in his heart he cursed Jiang Xiaochuan a thousand times over—if it weren't for this kid, he would already be surrounded by women on both sides!

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at the group of women, deliberately frowned, and complained to Lao Liu, "This is the place you praise so highly? It seems your taste is nothing special."

"They are all vulgar and pretentious women, who cannot compare to the women of our Chinese nation at all."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the surrounding Japanese to hear.

"Change the batch!"

The sixth brother instantly understood and, in coordination with Jiang Xiaochuan, slammed his fist on the table and shouted:

"Don't even mention my brother, these women alone make me sick. Hurry up and bring some better ones, or I'll tear this lousy restaurant down today!"

These words completely ignited the fuse.

A Japanese man with a distinctive "hygienic mustache" slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly. "Baka! How dare a Chinese man comment on the women of my empire?"

He screamed in a shrill voice, with a heavy Japanese accent, "This is not a place for you, get out!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Japanese immediately roared in agreement, banging on the table and shouting.

Several Japanese samurai had already placed their hands on their katana at their waists, ready to pounce and wait for someone to make the first move.

Lao Liu hadn't expected that this skinny, weasel-like Japanese bastard, who looked unremarkable, was actually quite good at stirring up trouble.

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

Not to be outdone, he grumbled, supporting his back, "What's wrong with me, Fatty, spending money and being picky?"

"Come and try if you dare, and I'll pluck that tuft of beard off you!"

Despite his arrogant shouts, Lao Liu silently took a half-step back, moving closer to Jiang Xiaochuan, blatantly relinquishing the front line of the battle.

Fighting is tiring and bloody; it's not as interesting as admiring beautiful women.

"What? You can't stand it anymore?"

Jiang Xiaochuan calmly glanced at the crew-cut Japanese man and sneered, "If you can't stand it, you can go back to your little island that's about to be submerged."

"you wanna die!"

The short-haired Japanese man was completely enraged. He roared and grabbed a sake bottle from the table, smashing it towards Jiang Xiaochuan. The bottle flew through the air and headed straight for his face.

Jiang Xiaochuan easily dodged to the side, and the bottle smashed against the wooden pillar behind him with a "bang," shattering glass shards and spilling wine all over the ground.

This move completely ignited the entire audience.

"Let's teach these two Chinese a lesson!"

"They dare to cause trouble at the Cherry Blossom Pavilion! Kill them!"

The surrounding Japanese shouted, and several Japanese samurai wielding katana stood up at the same time and surrounded Jiang Xiaochuan and Lao Liu.

"Damn, you really think I'm a good-natured guy!"

Knowing that these brats loved to launch sneak attacks, Lao Liu took the initiative and swung a wine bottle at the nearest Japanese samurai.

"Baka!! Kill those two stupid Chinese!!"

Upon seeing this, all the Japanese rushed forward.

Jiang Xiaochuan no longer held back, weaving freely through the crowd. He seemed to have used his full strength, but those who screamed the loudest earlier would never be able to get out of bed again.

"boom!"

"Crack——!"

The once extravagant and chaotic hall was instantly transformed into a bloody battlefield.

The tatami mats were overturned, and food and drinks were spilled all over the floor. The women in revealing kimonos screamed and ran away in all directions, some even crawling under the table. The scene became increasingly chaotic.

While fighting, Jiang Xiaochuan deliberately guided the battle, his seemingly casual footsteps cleverly expanding the fighting area.

He slapped a Japanese man away, and using the recoil, crashed into a wooden partition next to him. With a "crash," the partition shattered, sending wood chips flying.

The commotion quickly reached the second-floor stairwell, and many Japanese people on the second floor, hearing the noise, poked their heads out.

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps came from the second floor.

A dozen or so Japanese samurai dressed in black samurai attire hurried downstairs.

The leader was a gloomy-looking Japanese man, none other than Sato Nobunaga, the person in charge of Sakura-rokukan.

His appearance caused the Japanese fighting around him to stop instantly, retreating behind him and staring fiercely at Jiang Xiaochuan and Lao Liu.

Jiang Xiaochuan and Lao Liu also stopped and stood back to back, watching Sato Nobunaga and the others warily.

Seeing that this guy was no ordinary person, Lao Liu pretended to be magnanimous and said, "You can deal with this guy, just have a go."

Sato Nobunaga's gaze swept over the mess and the wounded Japanese soldiers, his eyes growing colder as he asked in a chilling tone, "What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaochuan's heart stirred slightly. This guy didn't seem to be simply trying to quell the riot; his tone was more like he was testing the waters.

His mind raced, and he deliberately adopted a carefree and arrogant demeanor, saying lazily, "What else would I do at your Cherry Blossom Pavilion? Of course, I'd come to have some fun."

As he spoke, Jiang Xiaochuan's gaze swept over the still-shaken prostitutes around him, finally settling on Sato. "However, I don't care for these vulgar beauties. I heard you have a Miss Hata here? Let her keep me company."

Sato Nobunaga's eyes twitched slightly as he suppressed his anger. "Ms. Hatano is entertaining distinguished guests. Please leave immediately!"

"That's it..."

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded and walked to the only relatively intact wine table in the corner of the hall.

He picked up a sake pot, poured himself a cup of sake, and slowly sipped it. "Then I'll wait here for her to finish her work."

"idiot!"

One of the samurai couldn't help but shout angrily.

Nobunaga Sato raised his hand to stop him, staring at Jiang Xiaochuan, "You...didn't you hear what I said?!"

Jiang Xiaochuan put down his wine glass, looked up at him and smiled mockingly, "You heard me clearly, so what?"

"court death!"

Nobunaga Sato finally lost his temper, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes...

.........

On the second floor, in a secluded observation corner.

Koji Takeda stared intently downstairs through the one-way glass.

"Miss Chiya,"

He suppressed his anger and looked at Qianye, whose face was also cold, "Did you sense it? Is there any fluctuation of spiritual power emanating from this guy?"

Qianye is skilled in the art of "spiritual vision detection," which allows her to keenly perceive energy fluctuations and spiritual probing in her surroundings.

The moment she noticed Jiang Xiaochuan's appearance, she investigated him. Now, facing Takeda Koji's question, she slowly shook her head, "No."

Upon hearing this, Takeda Koji turned to the female steward who was bowing beside him and asked sternly, "What is the background of that fat man?"