"I know what you are thinking," Wang Qiang sat on the bar, stretched out his hand and turned around and pointed: "Yes, it's what you think! All the Japanese here die at the hands of Bertha!"

He intended to call his cousin "Bai Ye" in front of everyone, to maintain Beilong's tall image in everyone's hearts. He will always call him this except in private occasions.

This is actually a very simple truth. From the primitive society, there must be a famous warrior in a tribe. The warrior is not necessarily the patriarch of the tribe, but it must be the core competitiveness of a tribe. In the feudal society, it was even more interpreted to the extreme, but the warrior became a general who could be brave and powerful in the three armies and was as powerful as Xiang Yu, who had the power to beat the mountains and beat the world, Guan Yu, who had passed five passes and killed six generals, Li Yuanba, who had four signs of power on both arms, Yue Fei, who was ambitious to eat the meat of the barbarians and laughed at the blood of the Huns; modern gangs also needed to support the two flowers and red sticks...

The Tangren Gang has a weak foundation, and Wang Qiang can only push Beilong out now. As long as Beilong does not fall, the Tangren Gang will not fall!

"Hiss..." The brothers of the Tangren Gang couldn't help but breathe. They just thought so before, because this murderous style does have an extremely distinct mark of Beilong. Now it has been recognized by Wang Qiang in public. They were all deeply shocked. No one on both sides of the enemy and us are opposed. Obviously, what Wang Qiang said is true. Beilong killed twenty-eight people alone!

In fact, many people are half-believing about Beilong's "Fifteen Slashes" record. Strictly speaking, the "Fifteen Slashes" are completed in two times. Even if the time is short, it is still twice. However, the "Twenty-Eight Slashes" are completed in one time. Such a terrifying combat power is simply not human!

It's God!

Kill God!

The brothers of the Tangren Gang were shocked by the terror of Beilong, and at the same time, they were deeply grateful that Beilong was his own person. Anyone who came out wanted to live longer. Who would be willing to be an enemy of this kind of killing god?

"Mary, we're contacting people separately now!" Wang Qiang said to Mary immediately: "Vulture, Speransky, Rolf, Agui... All the big guys who are ranked in Chiang Mai will contact me!"

Then Wang Qiang ordered Bai Maoer: "Notify Qingpier, Siyaner, Longyaner... and let them all gather people for me! The more the better! I will surround the Yamada group within an hour!"

Finally, Wang Qiang shouted to everyone: "Brothers! Yamada Group smashed our place for no reason! Kill our brothers! Can we let them go? No! Mom! Now let's block their nest! We must let Yamada Group give us an explanation tonight!"

Mary's beautiful eyes flashed with light. This was the man she admired. As expected, the spirit of a general was fully displayed in the face of danger!

...

It was getting late, but today Hideichi Yamada did not come home from get off work as usual, but instead put on a simple and elegant kimono, sat in the tea room in his office, and savored the tea calmly.

This tea room is small and elegant, with a compact structure, but it is also small and complete with all the organs. There are special areas for bed room, guest room, and before the point, and the stove stairs are set up. There are also niches, floor stoves and quaint wooden windows. A water house on the right is provided for boiling, making, tea-tasting utensils and cleaning utensils. The bed room is also hung with famous calligraphy and paintings. The bamboo vases are hung next to it, and the flower arrangements are arranged in the bottle, and the flower arrangement varieties and decorations next to it will be different from each season to match the season... This is the Japanese's pursuit of tea ceremony, and they are also rich and willful.

The female tea master in a kimono, who was elegant in behavior, had already completed a series of procedures such as charcoal fire, boiling water, and making tea. At this time, she was holding the bowl with her left palm, holding the edge of the bowl with five fingers in her right hand, and raised the tea bowl respectfully to Hideichi Yamada. Seeing the wide collar of the kimono when the female tea master bowed in front of her, she couldn't help but feel excited.

Harmony, respect, tranquility!

Hikaru Yamada secretly warned himself that this is the spirit of the tea ceremony, and that he must not be at this time...

Go to the damn good deeds! Hikaru Yamada decisively reached out to grab it: I want to play the game with a big shot!

At this moment, suddenly there was a burst of footsteps in the corridor outside, mixed with shouts.

This made Hichiichi Yamada's face sank: Who is it that disturbing me to taste milk? No, is it the quietness of tasting tea?

The doors and walls of the tea room are traditional Japanese wooden sliding doors. Of course, the paper part has been replaced with glass. Otherwise, it will not be soundproof, and it will not be convenient for Hikaru Yamada to do some undescribable things. However, Hikaru Yamada could still clearly see many figures shaking outside. A figure ran to his door in panic. Hikaru Yamada had already pulled his face so long that he waited for the man to come in and cursed. However, with a "sneer", the figure suddenly shook his whole body and lay on the door and stopped moving, and the glass of the door was sprayed with dark unknown liquid...

"Oh mom!" Yamada Hide shivered with one hand, and pulled the female tea master's kimono to the bottom.

At the same time, with a "boom", the sliding door was kicked open from outside. The figure who had been lying on the door before fell to the ground, and the blood instantly defiled the quiet and elegant tea room...

Yamada Hideichi stood up in shock. Even the female tea master next to him didn't even bother to glance at him. He stared at Beilong who appeared in front of the door in shock and angrily, still holding a cigarette in his mouth. His squinting eyes were curved like crescent moons, and he was holding a samurai sword wrapped in plasma in his hand. Since the entire sliding door was kicked down by Beilong, Yamada Hideichi could see the whole picture of the corridor, and he saw that the corridor was like hell on earth!

The entire corridor was filled with the bodies of the Yamada group thugs, and the snow-white walls were covered with blood. Bei Long walked along the way, stepping on the corpses and blood flowing into a river. He was like a god of killing coming out of hell, carrying the evil spirit that soared into the sky, and walked step by step to him...

Too scary!

At this moment, Hichi Yamada regretted it, really regretted it. Even with a giant like Yamada Group, he trembled from the bottom of his heart in front of Beilong, his face was pale and trembling!
Chapter completed!