"Let me in!"

After a few scoldings, the door to the main hall was opened, and a man in white was pushed to the ground, his face smeared with plaster, and his face could not be seen clearly for a while.

"Team leader, this guy is spreading those materials everywhere!"

For a moment, dozens of vicious eyes focused on the man, wanting to skin him and eat him alive.

"You guys, stay outside and watch." Yamamura ordered coldly.

"Let me ask you, who sent you to do this?" Ito Oura slapped the table and cursed, picked up the dagger from his waist and stabbed it fiercely on the table.

"I, I don't know anything! Don't kill me, I really don't know anything. It was a man wearing a mask who said that as long as he spread these things, he could give me one million yen..."

"Haha, one million?! I'll give you ten million to eat these things!" Ito Oura laughed angrily and couldn't help cursing.

A mere one million yuan puts the Huatian Group in a precarious position. Even if only sporadic information is leaked in the end, it is enough to make the Huatian Group miserable.

Seeing that Ito Oura was still angry and wanted to cut off the man's hand with a knife on the spot, Kenta Ito frowned:

"Forget it, the other party is secretive, so I probably won't be able to find out anything."

The man in white raised hope and couldn't stop thanking him: "Thank you, thank you, I don't dare to do it anymore..."

"Oura, drag him out and kill him. Don't make this place dirty."

Kenta Ito ordered expressionlessly, and his cold words made the Japanese room suffocate.

"Ho ho ho."

The furious Ito Oura smiled cruelly and pulled out the dagger on the table.

The other Wakatou sneered and said, "Let you go?" The Hanada Group was almost destroyed. It would be an advantage for you to sink in Tokyo Bay.

The thin middle-aged man held his sword, glanced coldly, and sat silently. As a swordsman, he was used to seeing life and death.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

The man in white suddenly raised his head and smiled.

It was particularly jarring in this Japanese-style room, and everyone couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he went crazy before his death?

Kenta Ito frowned and looked, but the more he looked, the stranger he became. He seemed to have seen this face before. Suddenly his pupils shrank and he said in surprise:

"you are not……!"

Ito Oura was about to swing his sword, but at some point, a scabbard appeared on the waist of the man in white, which made him extremely surprised. It was impossible. There was nothing in his hand just now...

Kashiwahara Kiyaki sat up, quickly held Jinghong behind his back, bent down slightly, his eyes were solid, and he whispered softly:

"Yuehua!"

buzz

Kenta Ito subconsciously reached for his waist, but a dazzling half-moon light shone in the room and was extremely dazzling, like a strong light in the dark. People couldn't help but squint their eyes and instinctively closed them.

There were a few puffs, the sound of a sharp blade cutting into white flesh, followed by a few thumps, and the sound of screams could be heard endlessly.

The wooden window was spattered with splotches of blood, and Kashiwahara looked like the god of death, his eyes stern, and he slashed at Jinghong without hesitation.

When the sight was restored, the dark floor was stained red with blood. Several people including Ito Oura were dead, and a few lucky ones were only hit by the back of Jinghong's sword and fell to the ground. Even so,

He lost the ability to move and kept screaming and wailing.

Kashiwahara frowned. If Jinghong was a straight-edged sword, how could these people survive?

"ha!"

The roar was deafening, Kashiwahara deftly took half a step back, and the long solid wood table broke with a roar, making a tooth-gnashing roar.

The swordsman who dreamed of the Chen Dao style frowned, but he did not expect that the technique of drawing the sword, which he was ready to attack, did not take effect. He quickly retracted the sword and bent down to be on guard, waiting for the next opportunity to draw the sword.

When the swordsman is preparing to draw his sword, no one can see through his moves. If the sword is unsheathed, life or death will be determined.

The two people were facing each other a few meters apart. The thin man couldn't help but frown. The Yue Hua that Kashiwahara used just now was so weird. It was unlike any swordsmanship in his memory. He couldn't help but scold:

"Who are you? Where did you learn from!"

Kashiwahara's eyes moved, and he glanced at Kenta Ito, who was gritting his teeth and about to take out a gun not far away, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Ito, the reason why I didn't hand over the information to the Metropolitan Police Department was naturally to discuss a business deal with you. You don't think I'm the only one here today, do you?"

At the moment of hesitation, the thin man sneered. How dare he be distracted by the confrontation with the swordsman? He didn't care about that. Without hesitation, he took a step forward and drew his sword to strike!

However, Kashiwahara had already expected it. He flicked the knife with his thumb and took it out of the sheath. The handle of the knife seemed to take the initiative to meet his right hand, and he swung the knife in a flash:

Divine Mind Drawing Sword Technique!

In the eyes of the slender man in disbelief, Jinghong flew past him at a speed far exceeding his, and then launched a move to defeat the enemy, passing through an arc in the air, and the sound of wind pierced the air.

There was a snap.

There was a teeth-gnashing sound, and the thin man's elbows drooped. When he saw clearly the Jinghong in Kashiwahara's hand, the pain in his body was far less than the shock in his heart:

"Inverse, reverse blade..."

He took a few steps back in disbelief. It was well known that the reverse edge was not as good as the front edge.

However, this reverse blade unexpectedly attacked the enemy with a second strike, slashing it down at a speed far exceeding his own.

You must know that the sword-drawing technique uses the arc and friction generated when drawing the sword to slide the sword out of the scabbard, instantly creating an explosive force. Its strength and speed are greater than directly swinging the sword out of thin air, so in the first place

Hit the enemy first with this move.

However, due to the opposite shape of the reverse blade, the sharp edge and the back of the knife are reversed, which results in the reverse blade not being as fast as the straight blade when drawing the knife.

But the fact is that a reverse blade defeated him at the speed of drawing the sword. If it were a forward blade, the remaining limbs and arms would have already fallen to the ground.

boom!

"Enemy attack!"

Without hesitation, the thin man ignored the severe pain, flew through the wooden window, fled in a panic, shouted in confusion, and hurriedly disappeared into the night.

The next second, everyone rushed in one after another, and the moment the door of the Japanese room was opened, Kashihara frowned, suddenly threw the scabbard from his waist, and shattered the light bulb.

The surroundings suddenly fell into darkness, and the moonlight shone on the door of the Japanese room, making shadows blurry.

Ito Kenta was about to shout for help in the darkness, when a faint voice came, and the reverse blade was placed on his neck:

"Shh."

Kashiwahara holds the handle of the knife with one hand and the blade with his right hand. Due to the reverse blade design, the blade is so blunt that Kashiwahara can hold it tightly. On the contrary, the sharp back of the knife is placed on Ito's neck:

"Wait a minute, Kashiwara Kiyaki, what do you mean! I, the Hanada Group, have good intentions to reconcile with you and no longer intend to argue with you, but we have the audacity to do such an act! If I die, that gentleman will not let you go.

Pass you!"

Ito Kenta never expected that his side had chosen to reconcile with the forces behind Kashiwara, and did not even care about the killing of five people. However, the other party was still aggressive and even took the initiative to make a mess of the Hanada group.

This really doesn't seem like the path that smart people would take.

Listening to the anger and unwillingness in Kenta Ito's tone, Kashihara shook his head helplessly.

Yes, the Huatian group has chosen to compromise and reconcile. It is better to have one less thing than one more thing. Wouldn't it be good to go to school and live a peaceful life in peace?

However, reaching this point was not only caused by the coercion of Asaba Chizuru, but also the inhumane behavior and crimes of the Hanada Group in those documents, which pushed things along.

Under the dark night, the shouts of the crowd rang out, constantly searching for traces of survivors.

"Count your sins in hell."

Kashiwahara sighed slightly, seeing that the Yakuza members were already groping for the sound, without hesitation, he pushed Jinghong inward with both hands, and cut off Takeda Ito's head.

The scarlet blood stained Kashiwahara's collar red, and the sharp blade even made the hairs on Kashiwahara's skin stand up. If he applied more force, he would probably kill himself.
Chapter completed!