Shen Feifei raised his eyes and looked at the two-story building surrounded by green trees in the courtyard in front of him.
This is the branch of the Yamada-gumi in Seaside City. It has a separate spacious courtyard, high walls, and a gate with simple iron railings. There is a two-story building inside.
This courtyard covers a large area and is very valuable in country R, where land is at a premium. One glance shows that the people who live here are very powerful.
Shen Feifei looked at the house number and tried to recall the memories of when he first arrived in China.
The underworld is a legal organization in country r, and the form of a registered society has appeared in country r. Many media have reported on these things, and the specific address in Haibian City has also been reported. Shen Feifei, who was studying like crazy at the time, also paid attention to Pass.
There was no one at the gate and it was very quiet.
It was completely dark now, and little lights came out of the windows of the small building.
Too lazy to ring the doorbell, Shen Feifei got out of the car, walked directly in front of the gate, and grabbed the iron railing domineeringly.
In an instant, the seemingly hard and strong iron bar, which was as thick as a grown man's finger, turned out to be like noodles. Shen Feifei grabbed his hand and spread it to both sides without any sound.
After opening up a large gap that three or four people could pass through, Shen Feifei stopped, raised his legs and stepped in.
"Who dares to trespass on the Yamada-gumi?" A figure behind him shouted and rushed out of the concierge, holding a gleaming samurai sword in his hand.
He slashed at the back of Shen Feifei's head with both hands.
"Yeah -" After the big man yelled, he suddenly found that his perspective was strange. Why was he flying, and it seemed that he was flying higher and higher.
Gradually, he saw a headless man standing there under the dim light on the ground, motionless with his hands raised. A woman held a samurai sword in her hand and walked forward indifferently. , without even looking at him in his empty line of sight.
With an ordinary sound, the head of the gatekeeper behind him fell to the ground. Shen Fei Fei Ren had already arrived in front of the main entrance of the two-story building.
Ka-ka-, dragging the samurai sword he had just captured, Shen Feifei pushed open the wooden sliding door in front of him and walked straight in without hesitation.
Today, even if the Yamada team set up a sea of swords and fire, she still wanted to go in and try.
In the wide hall, a bald Chinese man wearing a black monk's uniform was sitting on his knees at the end of the room. He was very imposing. In front of him was a teacup tray and a small cup of unfinished tea, and he was holding a sharp handle in his right hand. Katana.
On the left and right sides of the corridor of the hall, hundreds of black society members wearing black suits were sitting on their knees. They were either holding samurai swords or thick and strong rugby sticks in their hands.
"Hmph, you're finally here!" The bald man opened his eyes, which were closed to meditate, and hummed a thick nasal voice to Shen Feifei like a pretense.
"Where are Dad Jianxiong and the others?" Shen Feifei went straight to the topic without taking any detours.
"Hmm -" The bald man tilted his head pretendingly to the men waiting on the side. Immediately, several guys ran behind a sliding door behind him and lifted out two flat objects.
Looking at the two people on the wooden board in front of him, Shen Feifei's eyes widened in a blink of an eye, and his heart hurt like a knife.
Father Jianxiong and Achu Amu were on those two wooden boards. They were stripped naked and tied tightly to the wooden boards.
No, they were not tied to the wooden board, they were cruelly sewn to the wooden board with thick ropes.
Their bodies were riddled with holes, and red and white threads stained with blood passed through their muscles and internal organs, densely piercing them with countless needles from top to bottom. Even their heads were punctured by several needles. Thick threads passed through the back of the head, and thread ends were exposed in the center of the open mouth.
Father Jianxiong and the others are dead, very dead.
"You killed them, you killed them! In less than half an hour, you killed them!" Shen Feifei was emotional, with a cold light in his eyes, staring at the bald man and sternly accusing him.
She seemed to see the tragic scene of Jianxiong and the others being stabbed alive by these people through their skin and flesh, taking out the flesh, blood and internal organs, sewing them to death, and stabbing them to death on the wooden board.
While these people were enjoying the wails of Father Jianxiong and the others, they were leisurely drinking fragrant tea from the cups in front of them.
"Who, who told them to bite me and prevent you from coming to die?" The bald man looked at Shen Feifei and suddenly felt his courage jump. His tone of voice was timid.
But the overbearing habit that has been cultivated for a long time is still a matter of strong words.
Following the movement of the man's hand, Shen Feifei glanced over and saw the man's left hand that had just been hidden in his sleeve. There were layers of gauze on it, and there was a faint trace of red blood seeping out.
"Is this hand?" Shen Feifei suddenly smiled sadly at the bald head, revealing a pair of shining white teeth.
"Yes, yes." The bald man answered unconsciously, looking at Shen Feifei's smile, he felt a little strange.
Before he finished speaking, he saw a figure flash in front of him, and the man felt a chill in his body.
In front of his eyes, Shen Feifei, who was dozens of meters away just now, was actually in front of him.
"Ah, my hand, my hand -" Only then did the bald man realize that his left hand was gone, blood was pouring from the broken arm, and a drop of Yin was dripping from the tip of Shen Feifei's samurai sword. Hong's blood, a severed arm was trampled under her feet.
"My hand, my hand, ah--give it to me, give it to me!" The bald man covered his severed arm and howled loudly, calling for hundreds of Yamada-gumi members around him to save him and kill this guy by the way. Shen Feifei dared to offend him.
However, he himself began to move his buttocks and retreat continuously, trying to escape from the place that Shen Feifei could reach, even leaving behind the katana he was holding on to with grace.
"Hmph, a bunch of cannon fodder!" Shen Feifei glanced disdainfully at the Black Society who were surrounding them with howls and screams. However, the samurai sword in his hand had a layer of golden liquid that kept rising, quickly covering the entire blade.
It was as if war drums were beating in his blood. Shen Feifei was full of fighting spirit. He stared excitedly at the crowd surrounding him, and his eyes turned golden unconsciously.
I haven’t eaten meat for a long time!
Ping ping ping ping ping, the impact of metal weapons continued to sound. After Shen Feifei easily turned around, there were countless broken handles and blades on the ground.
Look at the men in suits who were full of murderous intent just now and swarmed forward with weapons in hand. Now they are all holding either bladeless hilts or empty hands. But the katana in Shen Feifei's hand doesn't even have a chip.
After discovering this, the men in suits were a little dumbfounded. Wasn't the samurai sword in the woman's hand belonged to the boy at the door? It was just a very ordinary samurai sword. When did it become a magic weapon that could cut them in pieces at once? Hundreds of katana swords?
The key is that the woman was unharmed under the crazy siege of hundreds of people, without even a hair being hurt.