At this time, Gong Ling'er suddenly looked at the right side of the stage and shouted in shock: "Beiye???"

Calmly looked over subconsciously. There were no lights on the stage, and the light next to it was very dark. A figure walked slowly. He was not tall, but a little thin. He had a typical Japanese build. He held a samurai sword in one hand and a sword in the other.

He was holding a black cloth bag in only one hand.

"Are you talking about him?" Ye Xue Tong glanced at the figure.

"Exactly." The priest nodded, "Xuetong, Beiye is one of our own now."

"One of our own?" Gong Ling'er's face changed drastically, "What do you mean?"

"He has surrendered to me. When he came to the United States this time, he came back to the headquarters with us and was officially appointed as a sergeant." The priest looked at Kitano with appreciation.

Gong Ling'er was anxious: "Father, don't forget, he is the top killer of Japan's Yamaguchi-gumi and the heir of Fujiwara..."

The priest raised his hand to interrupt Gong Ling'er's words and announced forcefully: "Kitano has severed ties with Fujiwara and quit the Yamaguchi group. Now he sincerely joins An Ye. There is no doubt about this."

"But..." Gong Ling'er wanted to say something else, but when she saw the priest's cold gaze, she had to swallow her words.

Bei Ye had already walked out of the dark area, and the bright lights shone on him, revealing a face with profound features, thick sword eyebrows, narrow eyes, a tall nose, and thin lips...

This was supposed to be a handsome face, but unfortunately a long scar cut from the left eyebrow to the forehead bone of the left face, ruining this perfection.

He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, covering that empty and dark eye.

This knife took away half of his light.

Although his stature is much smaller than Ye Xuetong and Duan Xuan, he possesses the unique fortitude of a Japanese swordsman, and there is also a wildness and ruthlessness that emanates from his bones, which should not be underestimated in the slightest.

I don't know why, but Anjingyi feels familiar to him, as if she has known him before.

Sure enough, Beiye's eyes stayed on her face for two seconds, flashing a complex cold light, but soon, he looked away, knelt down on one knee, and saluted the priest and Ye Xuetong: "Father, Holy Master

!”

His voice was strangely hoarse, as if his throat had been injured.

"Get up." The priest raised his hand, turned to Ye Xuetong and said, "Xuetong, Beiye had not withdrawn from the Yamaguchi Group when he fought with Ling'er. Each one is his own master. Swords have no eyes, so it is inevitable to hurt others.

I hope you won’t hold any grudges against Bei Ye because of this matter. Now that he has joined Dark Night, he is our brother. You must teach him more in the future.”

"Since you have decided, there is no need to explain to me." Ye Xue Tong turned away coldly and turned to leave.

"Holy Lord of Blood Shadow!" Beiye stopped him, "I brought you and the priest a meeting gift."

He opened the bag and held a human head in front of Ye Xue Tong...

The head was that of a man about fifty years old. His eyes were wide open, which was shocking. What was even more frightening was that Calm Yi also felt familiar with him, and a strong feeling of nausea surged up from his stomach.

She covered her mouth and retched.

Yexuetong stared at the head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Fujiwara!!!" the priest shouted in surprise, "Kitano, you actually killed Fujiwara???"

"There is already a dark night in this world, so there should be no more Yamaguchi-gumi." Kitano was very arrogant. "Doesn't the priest want to rule the global underworld? Kitano will help you!"

"Very good, very good, haha..." The priest laughed excitedly, patted Kitano on the shoulder, and said generously, "Beiye, you have made great contributions as soon as you entered the organization. I must reward you. Just say whatever you want.

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Chapter completed!