After about half an hour, the group was almost done eating.

Only then did Guo Zhenyu dare to turn around, watching the old perverts drinking kelp wine, he really could not stand these people's special ceremony, so he took off his combat uniform, without saying anything, he chopped off the hand of that pig called Morning River, and set off the explosives he placed yesterday.

Wallace was a reporter for the Daily Mail. He was sent to Japan by a newspaper to follow up on the news of the Japan's election activities, but to him, these elections were meaningless. They were similar to the elections he had seen in his own country.

What he did every day was go out on the streets and take a few random photos at the election site. After that, he would come back to compile a press release and then go to a custom shop to enjoy the gentleness of a Japan female.

Until yesterday, he had inadvertently seen Guo Zhenyu's news, and found it very interesting. Since he had nothing better to do, Wallace took a camera and went to the scene of the incident.

He waited until dusk. Wallace felt that his IQ was off the line, and he actually believed the words of a keyboard player.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a loud explosion from behind him. He turned around and saw that the surroundings of the building had been covered in smoke and dust.

Wallace grabbed the moment, but just as he was about to continue, the security guards drove him away.

When Wallace returned to the hotel, he immediately went to look for that post on the internet. He wanted to find that person's IP. However, he had expected that person to be able to do such a thing.

So he called headquarters, asked to suspend his follow-up reports, and focused his attention on the incident.

As soon as headquarters saw the eye-catching news like this, they immediately had Wallace send the items to his mailbox, so the editor could quickly type and print them.

On Guo Zhenyu's side, he cut off Chuan's arm with a smile, then said to the people around: "How is it? "Old master, is my sh * t delicious?"

At this moment, the surrounding people realized that the stinky golden rice was actually this person's and began to vomit violently.

Guo Zhenyu purposely wore the same military uniform he had worn during the battle with the invaders. On his face, he wrote, "The Emperor eats feces."

The mask.

When they saw it, their faces turned ashen.

It wasn't that they didn't know Guo Zhenyu was going to cause trouble, but they didn't care about it at all.

At this moment, the female sommeliers had long been scared off, leaving only a few old perverts in the room.

Seeing that Guo Zhenyu was alone, a slightly young and strong man picked up a short knife that was used to decorate the room and rushed towards Guo Zhenyu. Guo Zhenyu did not even look at him.

Then, in order to make them behave, Guo Zhenyu cut off their legs and tied them up with a rope. He dragged them from the room to the main hall and hung them up.

Other than placing explosives at the various exits, Guo Zhenyu also placed a controller at the electrical switches at the exits. When he pressed the button in the room, not only did the exits explode, but the electricity at the exits was also cut off.

Guo Zhenyu took advantage of the chaos to hang them all from the ceiling. Then he took out a controller and restored the power supply.

"Everyone, nice to meet you!"

Guo Zhenyu held a microphone in his hand as he greeted the people gathered at the venue.

Some of the women present were scared shitless by the sight of Chuan and the others who were hanging from the ceiling.

The scene was in chaos. Guo Zhenyu did not have the patience, he directly took out his gun and fired a few shots at the crowd, shouting for them to quiet down.

After seeing quite a few of their comrades dead, these people finally calmed down with great difficulty.

Guo Zhenyu was wearing a mask, and no one could see that he was smiling the whole time. Guo Zhenyu put away his pistol, held his saber and walked into the crowd, looking at the group with the eyes of a master of a slaughterhouse, looking at the animals that were waiting to be slaughtered.

Guo Zhenyu walked in a circle among the crowd. Some of the more daring ones pulled a few people along and attacked Guo Zhenyu, but they were all cut in half by Guo Zhenyu.

One of them was cut in half at the waist, struggling painfully on the ground, begging for help, but no one dared to come to his rescue. After struggling for a while, he died with endless resentment.

After walking a circle around, Guo Zhenyu slowly returned to the stage, looking at the few people who had already fainted from the loss of blood, he ordered the people beside him to pour the Japan's wine on their wounds. The few people who had originally fainted, were once again awakened by the burning pain from the wounds.

Guo Zhenyu was actually looking at this scene with interest. At this moment, everyone present simultaneously thought of the word 'Demon'.

However, they had forgotten that the number of crimes they had committed were far more numerous than the number of crimes they had committed!

"Welcome to the opening ceremony of my slaughter carnival."

Guo Zhenyu held a wine cup and said loudly to everyone present, "Then, everyone raise your goblets, cheers!"

After he finished speaking, Guo Zhenyu did not drink the wine, but poured the wine in his cup onto the ground instead, as a tribute to the people who died in the war, among them were innocent commoners, some were heroes who bravely fought against the invaders, some were journalists who were assassinated because of exposing the atrocities committed by the invaders in the Japan, and there were also people from the Japan who kept on calling for an end to the aggression, and were seen as traitors when they returned to their countries, only to be killed by people from the Japan.

"Then, next, let us proceed to the first part of the opening ceremony. First, please bring your families and families to the left side. Those who do not bring their families to the right side."

Guo Zhenyu took out an assault rifle and pointed it at the crowd.

Although everyone present was puzzled, due to Guo Zhenyu's domineering attitude, they automatically divided themselves into two rows.

There were a total of over 30 people in the venue. Guo Zhenyu looked at the family members, there were probably only around 20 people there.

Afterwards, Guo Zhenyu continuously took out his prepared tools from his spatial space, from fruit knives to kitchen knives and daggers to throwing them in front of those people. Guo Zhenyu did not want to spend points on these things, although he could also take out professional tools, but Guo Zhenyu still thought, relying on these things to create a new reputation.

"Alright, next will be the first performance. Bring the family members and bring these sabers over."

Following Guo Zhenyu's instructions, these people all drew their sabers onto their bodies. Some of them held their sabers as they rushed up to resist Guo Zhenyu, but Guo Zhenyu managed to cause them to become hornet's nest with a single thrust of his spear.

"Alright, now that all of you have obtained the sabre, please kill any one of those people on the left or commit suicide!"

Guo Zhenyu got someone to find a stool and sat on the stage, drinking wine and looking at them with interest.

"How do you choose?"