Bei Long looked at Hou San'er with a smile, and then at Xiaolin, who had no hands and noses and swollen faces: "Why do this?"

"Bai Ye!" Hou San'er was anxious and slapped her shriveled chest: "I'm a Chinese!"

"I'm sorry!" Bei Long smiled "sneered": "We don't have such people in China!"

"Bang!"

Bei Long kicked Hou San'er in the chest. Hou San'er suddenly shot out like a cannonball and hit the wall hard. He stayed on the wall for a short time like a painting before slowly sliding to the ground. A big footprint was deeply sunk on his chest, and he was exhausted at that time!

In a blink of an eye, except Bei Long, there was only Kobayashi, a living person left in this VIP room!

The corpses were everywhere, and blood was like red paint that was not worth money!

Beilong approached Xiaolin, who had broken his hands step by step. Xiaolin was so scared that she collapsed on the ground and kept kicking the ground and retreating, but the ground was covered with plasma. His feet slipped for a long time and didn't move.

"Take me to see your boss." Beilong slowly lit a cigarette: "You can think about it slowly."

"No! No!" Kobayashi refused without hesitation. He knew Kuroda Yangzhi so much about how terrible it was!

No matter how powerful Beilong is, he is still just a person after all. Kuroda Yangshi is the young leader of the entire Kuroda family!

The Kuroda family's power in Fukuoka is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people!

Beilong ignored him and just smoked silently, which made Kobayashi feel that Beilong seemed to be a reasonable person, so Kobayashi boldly persuaded: "You should stop at this time! The Kuroda family is not a silly..."

As soon as he said this, Kobayashi suddenly felt someone put his hands on his shoulder from behind!

Kobayashi trembled all over and looked back in a hurry, and was facing Master Takahashi's face covered with blue blood vessel lines!

"Ha...he..." Master Takahashi opened his bloody mouth and stared at Kobayashi greedily with his turbid white eyes.

"I'll go, I'll go!" Xiaolin didn't know where the force came from, so she sat up and crawled towards Beilong with the help of his broken arm that had lost both hands. Even if the wound of his broken arm was rubbed on the ground and was so bloody that he couldn't care. He rolled and crawled to Beilong's legs: "I'll take you there!"

"Okay!" Bei Long grabbed Xiaolin's neck with one hand and lifted him up and walked out. At this moment, a dry and thin figure suddenly swayed in front of them - Hou San'er!

Because a big footprint was deeply sunk in his chest, he hunched over and seemed to be hunched.

Hou San'er struggled to straighten his neck. He raised his head with a crisp sound of "Gaba" joints. His pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks were covered with blue blood vessels. His turbid white eyes stared at Bei Long fiercely:

"Oh……"

"Pooh!"

Bei Long sneered and spit out the cigarette in his mouth. The cigarette actually penetrated Hou San'er's head like a bullet. White turbid liquid flowed out from the transparent hole on Hou San'er's forehead. This time, Hou San'er finally fell to the ground and could never get up again.

He kicked open the VIP room door, and Beilong grabbed Xiaolin's neck and strode out like a little chicken, shaking behind them, following a large group of thugs in black suits...

...

"Ba...ga...then..." Kuroda Yangzhi watched the VIP room turn into a hell on earth from the surveillance video. His hands shaking the woman's hair were trembling. Kuroda Yangzhi, who gritted his teeth, set all elevators in the building to be suspended without hesitation, and then dialed out the phone with his cell phone: "Let all the officials rush to the third floor immediately! I want to tear that Chinese person into pieces!"

After hanging up the phone fiercely, Kuroda Yangzhi hesitated for a second and dialed another number: "Notify Yama Qiannin! The Kuroda family needs their greatest support! Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

It was not until this time that Kuroda Yangshi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He still pulled the plump woman's hair with one hand and controlled the computer to look for Beilong from the surveillance camera. He first transferred to the VIP room on the third floor. At this time, the VIP room on the third floor was empty, only the blood on the ground, the walls and ceiling proved that there had been a crazy massacre here, but... where did the corpses go?

Kuroda Yangshi clicked the mouse in a hurry and moved it to the corridor outside the VIP room. He couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. He saw that the corridor was also covered with walls and ceilings, and the difference was that there were corpses on the ground, all of which were in black suits.

"Die dog..." Kuroda Yangshi's face changed drastically, and he quickly adjusted the surveillance to the corridor. He saw that the steps of the security passage from the sixth floor to the seventh floor were covered with corpses in black suits...

The more Kuroda Yangshi switches to monitor, the more frightened he becomes. The safety passage on each floor is as bloody as a slaughterhouse!

There were at least hundreds of corpses... Kuroda Yangshi was frightened. He suddenly felt that the sixty-sixth floor where he was located was not safe, because the higher he went, he found that the fewer corpses. Later, the safety passage was clean. Kuroda Yangshi knew that all the people loyal to the Kuroda family had died, and those who were not loyal had already escaped. Maybe the Chinese God of Killing will arrive soon...

However, what he didn't know was that the corpses lying in pools of blood in the places he had viewed had already stood up shakingly, one of which walked up the stairs, and the other walked down the stairs. As long as he found a living person, he would immediately rush up, and the zombies were growing stronger and stronger like snowballs!

"Ah-Ah-Ah..." Kobayashi's tears were floating back against the wind, and his heart was almost collapsed:

He has been in the world for more than ten years and has reached the position of boss, but he has never seen such a simple and efficient massacre!

Beilong led him along the safe passage like a wind storm, and blood flowed into the river wherever he passed!

How many people did he kill? Kobayashi's mind was buzzing: Fifty? One hundred? Or two hundred?

Kobayashi couldn't count it. He only knew that there were about 300 Kuroda's cadres in the entire building, all of whom were retainers and warriors who have been passed down from generation to generation. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were dead soldiers of Kuroda's family, but now no one is blocking the front of Beilong anymore, and Beilong's front is unobstructed...
Chapter completed!