The two of them were in a stalemate.

At this moment, Kitano Heiichi miraculously calmed down, his face covered in blood, and his left half was completely soaked in blood. He looked extremely terrifying.

"Why attack my night walk group?"

"It's very simple. As long as the gangs that have a relationship with Inukatsushi must be eradicated,"

"As it turns out, the world is in chaos during this period. You, Wu Yin Beichen, are the media of chaos. But, huh, there are not a hundred or eighty gangs that cooperate with Lord Inuyasu. Even if you, Wu Yin Beichen, may not have this strength."

The man in black snorted coldly: "Haiichi Kitano, your night walk group occupies the crowd of horses, and is also considered the overlord of one side. In view of your near-term life, I can tell you." His lips twitched, and he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear. Heichi Kitano's expression suddenly changed on the spot, and he said in a lost voice: "This is impossible! No, how could this happen..."

The man in black did not expect that under the stimulation of a series of excitement, Kitano Heiichi completely lost his mind and became a monster who only knew how to kill.

The evil energy enters the body and cannot be resolved, and it will die if exhausted.

Roar! Kitano Hei's eyes flashed red, and he grabbed the man in black with his left hand, holding the knife-holding wrist and pulling it back, and his five fingers quickly penetrated the other person's chest with his right hand.

"Ketano Hiichi, you forgot that I, Wuxiu Beichen, not only has Wuxiu, but also Beichen's sword. Kill!"

In an instant, he crossed the blade, rushed down, rotated and cut back, and cut off Kitano Hiroichi's left wrist. At the same time, the blade turned around, tweeted up, and cut off his right arm, holding the hilt, and rushed forward, slamming, bringing up a series of blood, and sharply slapped across Kitano Hiroichi's neck, making his head and skull roll, falling from his shoulder to the ground. Blood in the cavity was splattered more than two feet high.

The man in black slapped gently and pushed the body that was still standing and attacking after Heiichi Kitano was dead. He sighed, and then his murderous intent trembled. His figure disappeared again and he pounced on the remaining thirty-six killers again.

There were actually not many people attacking the convoy tonight, only nine people. Two disciples of Mitsuhide Beichen who held shoulder-mounted rocket launchers were still hidden behind the rocks on the steep wall. Only seven people rushed down with the knife. In addition to the eleven thirty-six killers killed with the explosion vehicles, there were twenty-five members left. In addition to the driver, Kitano Heiichi's bodyguard, the number of them exceeded thirty. They had the advantage of numbers and held powerful automatic guns. Normally, the combat power should be stronger than the attackers. But Mitsuhide Beichen came tonight, all the best among the third-generation disciples, and Kayama personally led them. Everyone was extremely skilled in Mitsuhide Qianshi's transformation technique. With the night, the human hidden in the darkness, and the movement speed could not be captured by the naked eye. There were only sword lights in the field, but no figures were seen. Without accurate shooting targets, the advantage of the hot weapons collapsed under the suppression of the seven swords.

The sword flashed, screaming in pain. The limbs and bodies were broken all over the field, and blood flew everywhere. Killing was everywhere on the road more than twenty meters.

A few minutes later, seven figures gathered among the pile of corpses. Everyone was panting. Three disciples were already sweating profusely. Practicing qigong is a living thing, and killing is even more living thing.

"Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother..."

Kashan Yuzao looked at all in front of him, enduring the pungent smell of blood. He sighed again, his eyes stern, and said, "Get away!"

The seven figures quickly disappeared into the darkness.

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Ginza in Tokyo is a famous commercial area and shopping destination in Asia and even the world. Ginza is the first place for tourists from all over the world to spend money on consumption.

On the other hand, in secret, Ginza is also the most prosperous, lively and bustling place in Japan, the largest fireworks, the Golden Cave, the casino, nightclub, massage and bathing entertainment center, most of which are in the hands of the Yamaguchi group, the Yamaguchi group. Tokyo is their base camp after all. But 30% are in the hands of other organizations.

The New Moon Group is one of them. The New Moon Group has three nightclubs and two casinos. They are both very large in scale and the venue is extremely luxurious.

"Yethlu" is the largest of the two major casinos in the Crescent Group. Whenever night falls, neon lights flash, and the parking lot of more than 100 square meters in front of the gorgeous gate is full of luxury cars of various styles. The underground parking lot is booked early and cannot be stuffed in.

There were exciting music in the hall. There were four girls dressed in bunny girls standing at the door, young and beautiful, enchanting and charming. They welcomed and sent them to the door in a sweet and coquettish manner.

The second floor baccarat gambling platform was surrounded by gambling gamblers from all over the world of different skin colors. They were mixed with male and female voices, mixed with screams from native languages ​​of various countries. The scene was extremely hot.

Across the elliptical gambling table with green felt, sitting in a white shirt, black vest, black bow tie, and rolled up sleeves to the elbows was a tall man in white suit, looking twenty-seven or eight years old. His nose was high and straight, his eyebrows were sword-like and tiger-like, and his mouth was always a lazy smile. His temperament was graceful and generous, gentle and elegant. A typical young man, a rich young master.

Holding the red wine glass, he slowly shook it between his fingers, taking a sip, with a graceful posture and excellent demeanor. He had already ignored the resentment of the noble lady in his unknown love. His eyes swept across the pile in front of him, more than ten piles of chips with a hundred thousand to five thousand, with a limit of varying amounts, staring at the sweaty dealer. He turned his body sideways, crossed his legs and changed positions. He put down the red wine in his hand, tapped the table, and said lightly: "The chips in front of me now."

The total number of codes is 27 million. If I win this, it will be 60 million. What? The family still dares not open the cards until now, because they are afraid of not being able to afford to lose? Don’t worry, you may not lose. I only have three waiters here, one j, q, k, a, each of which, and they are all red hearts. If you are lucky, you may not be able to win the red hearts 10. I don’t know what you are afraid of. Please drive it quickly! Everyone’s time is calculated by money, and they can’t afford it.”

The gamblers around the game also followed suit. The boy in white was so lucky. He was fighting against the dealer in every move. He had changed four dealers in a row, but the result was still unchanged. He had lost 27 million. This was nothing in the New Moon Group, but at the gambling table, no one's luck could continue to be so prosperous. There must be ghosts among them.

But the problem is that even if you know that this kid is a cheater, you can't catch the handle, and there is no evidence. Without evidence, you have to continue on the gambling table. If you continue, you have to lose. Without instructions, you will lend the dealer a few courages, and he will not dare to open the card. If you move rashly, you will not be able to save your hands.

The young man in white kept urging him, and the guests around him started to make a fuss. The dealer was reluctant to open the cards and was sweating profusely.

In a spacious room on the third floor, more than a dozen people were busy. Various instruments on the table made a subtle sound, and various lights kept flashing. On the front was a TV wall composed of twelve large screens.

Four incredible bodyguards in black stood behind the bald and short, fat old man in a gray suit. The old man had a gloomy face and stared at the picture of one of the fluorescent screens. His hands behind him kept groping with the jade ring on his middle finger.

"I haven't seen that kid's technique yet?"

The casino manager standing next to the old man and constantly wiped his sweat with his handkerchief, shook his head pale and said tremblingly: "Boss, all the cameras here have completely locked the kid, without any dead corners. But there are no traces of him. Boss, do you think his luck is really good?"

"Hmph, stupid." The bald old man sneered: "No one in this world is so lucky. Playing baccarat will win thirty-two consecutive games. Do you think this ridiculous thing is possible under normal circumstances? Also, why doesn't the mechanisms hidden in the casino on the gambling table work?"

"This is this..." The sweat beads on the casino manager's forehead were getting bigger and bigger.

"Bring that kid here to me. I'll wait for him in the office. I want to see who this person is. Humph." After the bald old man gave the order, he turned around and left the monitoring room with his bodyguard.

The casino manager breathed a sigh of relief and explained the boss's instructions. When he looked at the boy in white on the screen again, he had completely turned into a look at the dead.

In the five years since the casino opened, everyone who was called to the office by the boss disappeared mysteriously.

"Sir, sorry, I'm disturbing me. Our boss asked you to come over." A waiter ran to the young man in white and said respectfully.

"Your boss? Why are you looking for me?" A vigilant look flashed in the eyes of the young man in white. He pointed to the card on the table and said, "I'm leaving, what should I do with this card? If I win, it's more than 60 million! If something goes wrong, who will be responsible? Who will compensate me for this loss?"

The waiter smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about this. Someone will seal the card face later. A special person will be sent to guard it. When the boss is summoned, you can come back and continue."

"That's it..." The young man in white touched his chin, turned his eyes, and nodded, "Okay, I will go and meet your boss."

Seeing the young man in white stand up and leave, a cold smile appeared on the corner of the dealer's mouth. He waved his hand and called people to come over and sealed the cards on both sides with a large transparent glass cover. At the same time, four ingenious thugs came over to disperse the onlookers and stand around the gambling table.

The young man in white looked relaxed, and along the way followed the waiter to the door of a room on the third floor where four bodyguards in black stood.

The waiter stepped back, and the young man in white raised his arms flat, asking two bodyguards to come and search.

After the body search was completed, a bodyguard in black pushed open the door and said, "Go in."

The young man in white had a strange eye. He looked at the four bodyguards whose eyes were focused on him and said a strange thing, "Thank you for your hard work, brothers, in fact, I want to invite you to have tea, but I don't know if there will be this opportunity in the future. The premise is that if you are still alive, haha, see you again."

When the young man in white entered the spacious office, he saw a bald old man sitting behind the desk and staring at him in a gray Armani suit.

He walked to the opposite side of the old man with a calm expression and sat down. He smiled and said, "What's the point of asking me for? You can say it."

The bald old man stared at the young man in white, his eyes as lightning as he could penetrate people's lungs.

The young man in white also looked back at him with a plain look.

The bald old man suddenly said, "You give me a thousand!"

"That's right!" The bald old man was shocked. Unexpectedly, the young man in white admitted it without thinking.

For a moment, the bald old man was stunned. He prepared a lot of methods to be implemented, such as sayings, threats, intimidation, etc., were all held in his stomach. He couldn't breathe, his face turned red, and he covered his chest with his hands. It was easy to deal with a word.

"Are you looking for death?"

The young man in white nodded again and said with a smile: "You are looking for death, haha, you are right. But there is a word that needs to be corrected..."

The bald old man continued to be stunned.

"Because the person who died was not me, but... you!"

With his hands moving, a cold light flashed. The bald old man hugged his neck with both hands, and blood splattered along his fingers. His eyes were bulging, and he couldn't make any noise, and a large number of blood blisters rolled in his mouth.

The young man in white ignored the bald old man's dying attitude, got up and walked to the window, pulled open the window, raised his foot and stepped on the windowsill, flipped his palm, and there was something like a remote control in the palm. He bit the antenna with his teeth and slowly stretched it.

Looking back at the room, listening to the exciting music downstairs, jumping out of the window, smiled strangely, and said, "Ye Siluo, I'm bye"

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