"Yes, yes, Grandpa Beishan, you are always strong." Yan Kai dared to question, but he responded repeatedly.

"Xiao Kai, look, I will defeat them tonight!" Beishan Xiongwu waved his hand and sentenced that organization to death.

"I'll excuse you, thank you!" Yan Kai was not worried that Beishan Xiongwu would miss, and thanked Beishan Xiongwu again.

With the power of the Three Extremes Sect in Japan, unless the organization does not exist at all, as long as that organization has the slightest trace of activity, the Three Extremes Sect can find it and uproot it!

In Kyoto, the ancestral home of the Kitayama family, Kitayama Xiongwu, the current head of the Sanji Sect, put down the phone and said to the butler standing next to him: "Kenci, help me summon all the second-generation disciples. Tonight, we... uh, young people now.

What the hell is that called? Oh, by the way, it’s team building! Gather all the second-generation disciples, our Sanji sent us to do a team building tonight. I want everyone in Japan to know that a tiger’s beard cannot be touched!

"

"Yes, sir!" The butler first bowed in response, and then said hesitantly, "Sir, there is something wrong with your words. Either you can tell them not to dare to stroke the tiger's beard, or you can say that the tiger's butt is for touching.

No way, what you just said... doesn't make sense!"

"I want you to talk more! As long as you know what I mean, why don't you hurry up and inform me!"

Beishan Xiongwu also knew that he had used the wrong proverb, but he was too proud to admit his mistake directly. He grabbed the cushion under his buttocks and threw it at the butler, sending the butler to hurry up and do something.
Chapter completed!