From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 283 Kazama Ruri
In the pitch-black night, dozens of pairs of golden eyes gleamed with bloodlust and cruelty.

Shadowy figures, like ghosts, had completely enveloped the salt flats without anyone noticing, and a heavy atmosphere, like the impending storm, was brewing in the air.

"Is it Deadpool?"

Chu Zihang, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the car, slowly opened them. His cold voice was like a drawn sword, containing a chilling killing intent.

The deepest memories seemed to be awakened at this moment.

In the torrential rain, a man slashes at the gods with his sword, and the No. 000 overpass that can never be returned to.

Perhaps due to a mix of old and new grudges, he found himself somewhat unable to control himself, and a murderous intent surged within him, making him want to draw his long sword from its black sheath and slaughter those repulsive monsters.

"Chu Zihang."

At that moment, Adam's voice suddenly entered his ears.

Chu Zihang, who had been caught in some kind of extreme emotion, felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. The nameless anger subsided, and he suddenly calmed down. He immediately realized that his emotions had been wrong. After taking a deep breath, he gave Adam a grateful look.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I just praised your Japanese branch for your meticulous work."

Caesar glanced sideways at Genjiro, showing no sign of worry, and grinned, "How can you be so easily flattered? We haven't even arrived at the hotel yet, and you've already arranged a performance?"

Ghosts putting on a show, do you have eyes just for breathing?
Genjiro's face turned ashen, but he was too embarrassed to refute Caesar any further, feeling only shame.

He is the young master of the main branch of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, yet today, so many disgusting things have appeared right under his nose, and they have been following them all the way, ruining this simple welcoming ceremony. This is undoubtedly a provocation against the reputation of the Snake-Headed Eight Families.

For Japanese yakuza organizations, reputation has always been valued more than life itself.

"I will give the three of you a reasonable explanation for this matter."

Feeling utterly humiliated, Genji exhaled a breath of stale air, his face ashen, and said in a deep voice, "But right now, I don't think it's necessary to confront them head-on."

"Agree."

Caesar flicked the ash from his cigar, glanced at the approaching group outside the window, and said calmly, "But I don't think these guys will let us leave so easily now that they've followed us here."

"Want to make a bet?"

Genji sat in the driver's seat and said without turning his head, "One minute, shake them off."

Caesar in the back row got excited. He never refused anything interesting, nor was he afraid of challenges: "Okay, I'll bet you. If you can't shake off these people in a minute, you'll have to wear a gigolo outfit and toast everyone one by one."

A sharp glint flashed across Yuan Zhisheng's effeminate face. He half-closed his eyes and uttered a single word in a deep voice: "Good."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed on the gas pedal, and the engine roared to life.

The Hummer's tires screeched violently against the ground, and then, like a raging bull, it sped across the uneven, saline-alkali road. This bumpy road was a real hardship for the three people sitting in the back. If they hadn't been holding on to their seats tightly, their heads would probably have been knocked out.

The enemy sensed their attempt to escape and let out a terrifying shriek. Then, like wild beasts that had lost their minds, they pounced out of the darkness.

However, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a cold look in his eyes, Genji ignored the people blocking his way and stomped on the gas pedal as if he intended to smash it.

boom!
The bumper shook violently, and Deadpool, who was trying to stop it, was knocked away.

"cherry!"

Genjiro's cold voice then rang out.

Almost at the same time, the girl sitting in the passenger seat took off her suit and shirt, revealing a mesh garment clinging to her body, covered with various metal blades.

Caesar boldly sized up the girl, then exclaimed in surprise, "A ninja?"

Ignoring his arrogant gaze, Sakura nimbly flipped out of the car window, pressed her body low to the roof, and waved her hands frantically.

The thin metal blades tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and those who tried to catch up were all struck by the deadly metal blades, falling down with screams of agony.

But this level of attack was clearly insufficient to stop these mad 'beasts,' who could at most only delay them for a short while.

The Hummer's V8 engine roared to life, bursting forth from the salt flats and onto the highway. On the smooth asphalt, it reached its maximum speed. Meanwhile, Sakura on the roof remained steadfast, her hands fluttering like butterflies, streaks of silver light flashing in the night, like a piano piece being played.

Soon, those crazy Deadpools were gradually left behind and disappeared from sight.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Yuan Zhisheng's lips curled into a smile, feeling that he had finally gained the upper hand: "It seems that I have won this bet."

"I am willing to admit defeat."

Caesar threw his cigar out of the car window, decisively and gracefully admitting defeat.

Sitting in the car, Chu Zihang, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "No, it's not that simple. Deadpool won't be shaken off so easily."

"These guys aren't Deadpool."

Genji gripped the steering wheel, his eyes as cold as water, and said indifferently, "They are the Demon Clan, a bunch of guys who should have died long ago."

"The Fierce Ghosts?"

Chu Zihang and Caesar looked puzzled.

"A bunch of lunatics."

Genji seemed unwilling to dwell on this issue: "The Snake Clan has been trying to eradicate them for many years."

Chu Zihang and Caesar exchanged glances, vaguely sensing that this so-called 'Fierce Ghost Clan' seemed to have some connection with the Dragon Blood Gene Potion in this mission.

Just now, those who ignited their golden eyes all showed signs of instability in their bloodlines, which was very similar to what happened in Brooklyn.

However, judging from Genjiro's appearance, he probably wouldn't tell them the truth, so the two had no choice but to suppress their curiosity.

At this moment, Adam's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had sensed something. Looking at the dark road ahead, he said calmly, "Mr. Genjiro, it seems that the 'Fierce Demon Clan' you mentioned does not intend to let us go so easily."

The next moment, a person suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.

He was dressed in costume from a Japanese drama, his flowing sleeves fluttering in the wind. He held a long sword in his right hand, and as he watched the Hummer galloping towards him, his eyes blazed with a blinding light. His blazing golden pupils exuded an invisible majesty, surging and turbulent like a tsunami.

Then, facing the roaring, rapidly approaching steel behemoth, the boy with feminine beauty lowered his body like a madman and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The intense friction between the blade and the scabbard sparked dazzling flashes in the darkness.

The crimson longsword was drawn from its sheath with a piercing sound.

The boy, as graceful as a woman, reached the peak of his aura. His powerful bloodline surged within him, causing the veins on the back of his hand gripping the hilt of the sword to bulge out. His ultimate power erupted the moment the steel behemoth approached, even drawing a bright, clear light in the darkness.

"Jump out of the car!"

Caesar's pupils contracted, sensing danger, and he suddenly shouted.

Then, Yuan Zhisheng and Ying jumped out of the car windows on either side at the same time, while Chu Zihang, not forgetting his teammates, grabbed Adam and kicked open the car door and jumped out.

Clang! ! !
The crimson blade tore through the air, instantly cleaving the steel Hummer in two.

The remaining blade energy, as if it were a tangible substance, plowed a visible trench into the hard asphalt road surface, extending for nearly ten meters.

The Hummer, cleaved in two by a single blow, slid dozens of meters across the road before bursting into flames with a deafening roar.

The people who rolled on the ground were in a sorry state.

After Caesar stood up, he brushed the dust off his clothes and said, "It seems that you should have lost this bet."

However, Genjiro had no thoughts at this moment. He just stared straight at the person as if he had seen something unbelievable. His throat moved with difficulty, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Is it you, Genjiro?"

The young woman, with her feminine grace, tilted her head and smiled, saying softly, "No, you've mistaken me for someone else. I am Kazama Ruri."

(End of this chapter)