"Hit him!"

The voice became louder and louder.

It feels like many people are just yelling nonsense and taking the opportunity to make noise.

"puff!"

"Crack!"

Reporters took pictures one after another.

It’s rare to stage such a complete martial arts performance. You must take photos!

Many people also took photos of Zhang Yong.

Yes, it's him. He is the protagonist of the press conference.

However, it was him who turned an otherwise normal press conference into chaos.

Zhang Yong continued to close his eyes and rest his mind.

Although there were Chen Yan and others nearby with guns on guard, Zhang Yong did not give any orders.

Too lazy to care.

The picture is just a fun one!

The ones being beaten are Japanese, so what do you care? It doesn’t matter if they are beaten to death.

If seven of you fight against one, you can't win, and people will laugh at you if word spreads about it. I think the Japanese themselves will be embarrassed to mention it later.

Then keep fighting.

It's best to kill one, two, three or four.

This is more festive.

"Baga! Zhang Yong! I want you to apologize!" came Sugita Kimisan's voice.

Zhang Yong opened his eyes. Oh, this guy stood up.

It seems that the injury is not serious?

It's cheaper.

"Why?" Zhang Yong responded slowly.

"You humiliated our Empire of Japan! You must apologize! Otherwise, we will never be done with you!" Sugita Kimiyama was furious.

"Where did I humiliate you?"

"You said we would surrender unconditionally. And you said there was no insult?"

"But you will indeed surrender unconditionally..."

"Baga! You are still insulting us!"

"I'm just stating some facts."

"Baga!"

Sugita Kimiyama was extremely angry and wanted to charge forward again.

As a result, Xiong Ba saw it from the corner of his eye, so he stepped over from the side and stretched out his hand to pinch it.

He directly grabbed Sugita Kimiyama's neck, then turned and pushed him out, just in time to bump into another Japanese invader face to face.

puff!

The two of them bumped into each other hard and then collapsed.

well……

Really...

Zhang Yong shook his head.

You are asking for trouble!

No, the two Japanese invaders bumped into each other and got nosebleeds.

It is estimated that both of their nose bones were broken. Xiong Ba's strength was really too great and his movements were also brutal.

"open!"

Suddenly someone spoke.

It seems to be a reporter from Italy?

rare.

It must be Mussolini behind it, right?

If you were a Sicilian, you wouldn't be a journalist at all.

They will just kill the reporters.

Quietly. No one is seen alive, no corpse is seen dead.

Zhang Yong nodded.

"Commissioner Zhang, you said that the Japanese will surrender unconditionally. Is there any scientific basis for this?"

"No."

Zhang Yong answered honestly.

What I'm talking about are predictions. They're prophecies, not inferences. Don't talk science to me.

Science cannot explain humanistic society.

"Then why do you say that the Japanese will surrender unconditionally?"

"Because the eight-year cycle begins with them and ends with them."

"The eight-year cycle of reincarnation, do you have any scientific basis for it?"

"No."

"If not, why do you say eight years?"

"The predictions I have studied are like this. The years from 1937 to 1941 are the first half. The years from 1941 to 45 are the second half."

"Are there two halves?"

"yes."

Zhang Yong nodded affirmatively.

The strange and noisy vegetable market gradually became quiet.

The struggling Xiong Ba and the Japanese invaders also gradually separated. They were also curious about Zhang Yong's statement.

Although it is nonsense, it seems to be true?

"What's the first half?"

"There will be multiple countries going to war and fighting each other."

"What about the second half?"

"Two superpowers will also join the war. It will officially evolve into a world war."

"You mean World War?"

"Yes."

"So which countries are they?"

"Secrets must not be revealed."

Zhang Yong is also mysterious.

This cannot be said.

I worry that speaking out will affect the course of history.

It would be terrible if the flapping of butterfly wings really affected historical events.

"I think you're talking nonsense."

"oh."

Zhang Yong was indifferent.

The Italian reporter’s words were truly merciless!

But it doesn't matter.

Whoever believes in me will have eternal life. Don’t force me.

If everyone believes it, how can I appear to be independent?

Of course, most people must oppose it, and then history proves that what I say is true. Only then will there be die-hard fans!

When the new pattern of the world is formed in the future, he will become the unstoppable magic stick...

No. It's a prophet. A great prophet.

I follow my words.

I keep my word.

I……
To be continued...