The dozens of people ran towards Han Feng and others from both directions on the street. Since Han Feng and others could not carry any offensive weapons on their transit security checks, even the daggers that Han Feng carried with him could not be brought to Japan. No one in the nightclub had picked up any knife and other self-defense. Now they are fighting with dozens of members of the Yamaguchi group with bare hands, and the danger can be imagined.

But what made Han Feng secretly praise was that no one was even a little panic expression on his face. As the enemy slowly approached, murderous auras from both sides surged towards Han Feng and others. The first Japanese man who ran over swung the bat in his hand and waved it to Dai Wei's head. Dai Wei smiled with a smile, and his murderous intent appeared in his eyes. He saw the direction of the bat attacking and followed the attack route of the bat, but he did not avoid it. His right hand faced the bat forward and held the baseball bat in one hand.

Everyone has seen martial arts skills of grabbing the bat with bare hands, but he has never seen anyone who takes the bat with bare hands like Dai Wei. When the little Japanese saw his bat being frozen in the air like a slow motion in the movie, he was shocked. Not only was he scared, but even the people following him who were following him paused when they saw this scene, widened their eyes and looked at Dai Wei's right hand erected in the air. Dai Wei smiled and slowly pulled out the baseball bat from the little Japanese hand. The little Japanese seemed to be frightened and allowed Dai Wei to take away his weapon easily.

Dai Wei took the bat and held his hands tightly, roared and waved his hands, and swung his rod towards the little Japanese head. That little Japanese didn't even have a chance to say anything. Seeing a ball of blood mist spread out as the moment the bat hit the head, the little Japanese body flew out like a baseball that was hit. The blood mist emitted when it flew into the air sprayed the person behind the face of the fishy blood.

Dai Wei clenched his right fist and made a victory posture, with the joy of victory on his lips.

With Dai Wei's heavy blow, the prelude to Han Feng and others' attacks, more than ten figures broke into the crowd in all directions. Occasionally, there was no way to stop the attacks of the crowd. Under Han Feng's command, everyone took a single blow and killed to the limit. Once they took action, these people from the Japanese Yamaguchi Group must either have their wrist broken or their legs kicked and quickly lost their combat ability. Some of the members of the Japanese Yamaguchi Group No. 1 were students, and some were unemployed in society.

Some of the vagrants are social instability elements who are desperate and struggling into the underworld. In short, the components are much more complicated than those of Han Feng and Qiangzi's subordinates. The most important thing is that Han Feng, Dai Wei, Qiangzi are all masters trained by the army and many practical battles. The dozen subordinates are also elites trained by Qiangzi. Their own qualities are not comparable to those of these people. Not to mention fighting a few, even fighting ten is not a problem.

Han Feng himself has not experienced such a gang fight for a long time. Tonight, when the enemy turned out to be a Japanese, an inexplicable bloodthirsty impulse suddenly rose in his heart. Seeing the direction of a small Japanese attack, Han Feng pressed the right hand of the attack with his left hand, and locked his throat between his right finger. Han Feng roared continuously, Han Feng pressed the Japanese wrist with his left hand, and pressed his throat with his right hand and pushed it backwards. Unable to resist Han Feng's strength, the Japanese was pushed under a street light by Han Feng. Han Feng smiled wickedly, and murderous intent appeared between his eyebrows, which made the Japanese frightened. Han Feng tried hard, and he heard a crisp sound of a broken throat. The Japanese tongue unconsciously stretched out from his mouth, widened his eyes and fell to the ground.

Although they occupied the right time, place, and people, these gangsters from the Yamaguchi group still fell to the ground like falling snow.

No one had the ability to fight anymore. Han Feng and more than ten people stood on the streets of bleakness, looking at the Japanese wailing all over the ground, and each of them felt like they were on the battlefield. If the fighting in the domestic underworld was just for the sake of interests, then today, today's fighting Japanese underworld on the land of Japan is more of a national plot. Even if Han Feng's feeling is a little more ruthless, he will not feel any regret for these pitiful lives in his heart.

Han Feng waved his hand, and everyone threw away the weapons in their hands, disappeared on the streets of Japan with Han Feng's pace, taking away the proud and leaving behind a mess...

The red Mazda stopped in front of the door of Sanchuan's house. An old Japanese man walked out of the car. He calmed down his mood and then pushed the door open and walked in without knocking on the door. It can be seen that he was very familiar with the situation here.

After passing through the long corridor, he came to the main house and stopped, but did not rush into it, as if he was still worried.

"Since you have come, why not come in? You haven't come for a long time. I thought you no longer recognize me, my old in-law?" Sanchuan's voice came from the house.

"Even if I don't want to admit it, I can't help it. You have to do this time." The old man stopped beating and pushed open the door and walked into the living room.

Mifu pointed to the sushi on the small table in front of him: "Ono, this is just made, come and try a few, I know you love sushi the most."

The old man's face was gloomy: "When you hear me finish my intention, you may not be in the mood to eat."

Sanbu saw that the other party was not like a joke, and became serious: "What happened? It can make you so nervous. Don't tell me it's business, then I will definitely not help you."

Ono took out a stack of photos from his arms and handed them to Mifune: "You can see it yourself."

Mifune took the photo and immediately widened his eyes, flipping through it one by one, then stared at Ono: "Who did this, how could they..." Halfway through his words, he was already choked up and tears couldn't help but flow down.

Ono sighed: "Not long ago, Keiichi told me that he would take his children to Yunnan to do a jade business. But after that, he went there for a month, but there was no news. The people who followed him could not contact him. I was very worried. It was not until today that I got the news that they had been killed, and even our cute Kotaro was killed."

Sanchuan gritted his teeth and said, "Who, who killed them, and why?"

Ono: "It's because of that piece of jade. Fortunately, I've found clues about the murderer now, but you also know that I'm doing a serious business after all, so I can only ask you to come forward and ask Sukiyoshi to come forward to avenge Keiichi."

Sanchuan nodded: "No problem. Although I have been retired for many years, I am still the representative of the association. Tell me about the murderer's situation and I will ask them to arrange someone."

Ono took out another photo and handed it to Mifune: "It's him."

Sanchuan took the photo, but was stunned for a moment. The person in the photo was Han Feng: "It's him!?"

Ono wondered: "Do you know him?!"

Sanchuan viciously said: "I know, of course I know you. I'm really searching for it without any effort. You killed my son-in-law and asked me to treat your friend. This time I will definitely let you die without a place to die!"...

A taxi stopped steadily at the door of a luxury hotel, and the doorman quickly ran over to open the door for him. The first person to get off the car was Mina, who helped Xiaoyan, who was sitting behind, and Mina helped Xiaoyan walk into the hotel.

When Mina helped Xiaoyan back to the room, she was surprised to find that Han Feng, Dai Wei and more than a dozen thick men were sitting in the room. Especially Han Feng seemed to be lowering his head and thinking about something. Just as Mina and Xiaoyan walked in, Han Feng heard the sound and looked up suddenly, looking at Mina and Xiaoyan next to him with a look of surprise, and opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak. Not only that, the others in the room also looked at Mina and the two standing at the door with a surprised look, with their eyes full of incredible and confusion.

Han Feng asked anxiously: "Mina, where are you going so late?!"

Mina complained: "I still want to say, who is making such a boring joke? Call me and tell me, Brother Han, you have a car accident. Let's all go to the hospital, it's useless!"

Han Feng was stunned at first, as if he was thinking of something. He patted his forehead with his hand and sighed suddenly, "We have been plotted against again!" This sentence made Mina and Dai Wei and others behind him inexplicably. No one knew what had happened in the past few hours.

"Brother, what happened?" Mina couldn't help asking when she saw Han Feng's expression.

Han Feng smiled bitterly and did not answer. He said in his heart: I just want to take Xiaoyan to see a doctor, why do I have so many troubles?

At this time, Mina noticed two black boxes on the bed in the room. Mina walked up to open the first box and found that it was a white powder-like thing like flour. When she opened the second box, she found that there were stacks of brand new US dollars inside, and the estimated number was tens of millions.

"What the hell is going on? Brother!" Mina asked nervously. She knew something must have happened in these few hours, and it was an earth-shaking event.

"This matter starts two hours ago..." Han Feng's words were the thoughts of everyone in the room back to two hours ago.
Chapter completed!