A three-story luxury yacht was moored quietly on the shore of this pier that had been abandoned for more than ten years.
Hundreds of cloaked men in black tightly controlled a few hundred meters of the abandoned dock until death.
They held silver daggers in their hands, and their bodies exuded a terrifying aura of murder.
This place is sparsely populated, and few tourists go here. Otherwise, if someone sees it, they will think that some crew is filming a costume film and television drama here.
Soon, a row of black commercial vehicles drove from a distance, their wheels rolled over the beach, and parked directly at the entrance of the pier.
"Crack!"
The car doors opened one after another.
The leader led a group of overseas monks out of the car, looked around, and then waved.
The door of the van that was protected in the middle opened, and Jiang He and others were thrown out of the van with bruises and bruises.
The leader turned around himself, stretched out a hand into the car, and pulled Tang Huanxi down.
Hoshino Sako, who witnessed all this from a distance, frowned tightly and glanced back and forth at the group of people and the three-story yacht. She always felt that the golden logo on the yacht looked familiar.
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"Why does it look a bit like a yacht owned by Tang Rong Group?"
Her eyes were a little confused, and she felt that things were not simple.
But after looking at the time, I knew it was too late to wait for Lu Fan to arrive.
Then he calmly shouted in a low voice: "Don't let these people get on the boat. The main purpose is to delay time. Be careful how you deal with it! Get on!"
Dozens of elite Sakura Sect disciples immediately surrounded him.
Countless cold lights flashed, and the samurai swords flew out and formed white blades in the air, pouring down on the man in black cloak who was watching all around.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
These cloaked men seemed to have been prepared for it. The moment the light of the white blade struck, they moved back one after another. While avoiding the attack of the white blade, they drew out the daggers in their waists, roared, and slashed hard at the white blade approaching in front of them.
Go down!
"Bang bang bang bang!"
On the pier beach, a harsh sound of metal collision suddenly erupted.
The white blade light in the sky was shattered, and the eyes of the men in black cloaks all looked this way.
After missing a hit, the elite disciples of the Sakura Sect took out a black four-edged ninja dart from their waists and held it in their palms. They looked at each other, exerted their strength with their arms, and suddenly launched another dart attack all over the sky!
