These mysterious men in cloaks were obviously stunned by each other's costumes, "People from Japan?"
The woman in black slowly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Are Tang Huanxi and the others in this warehouse?"
Several people were stunned for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Lu Fan's people!"
On both sides, a large number of mysterious men in cloaks immediately emerged.
They were holding three-inch short swords in their hands. At first glance, they looked similar to the samurai swords used in Japanese bushido, but they were more exquisite and full of bloody murder. The blades were pointed at the Japanese women, exuding an icy chill.
They were facing a formidable enemy.
The person who could follow the clues all the way to find this place without causing them the slightest notice must not be an ordinary person.
More importantly, this woman acted too confident.
She had no fear of being exposed or discovered, but instead her eyes were filled with indifference.
"It seems that people are being held here."
The Japanese woman nodded, and after confirming that the person was inside, she suddenly snapped her fingers.
A group of people were stunned and had not yet reacted.
“Swish swish swish!”
Silence is better than sound!
Black shadows were like Spider-Man in the movie, suddenly holding on to almost transparent ropes, suddenly descending from the high altitude around the warehouse, and appearing silently behind these mysterious cloaked figures.
"Pffffffffffff!"
A cold light flashed through, not a single scream came out, and streams of blood spurted into the air.
When these people walked up to the woman and knelt down on one knee.
A dozen mysterious men in cloaks were already covering their necks and all fell to the ground.
All of them had their throats cut with a knife, and they didn't even have a chance to scream.
