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In particular, the short man with a scar near his eye among the three ninjas made Wang Wei wary.

"The Japanese deserve to die!"

Wang Wei uttered a few words, and almost simultaneously, he lowered his body, and more than a dozen water droplets appeared out of thin air, spinning rapidly in the air before shooting towards the opposite side.

The actions took less than a second, and the dozen or so armed men on the other side immediately screamed in agony, with six or seven falling to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, a bullet struck Wang Wei's feet, but he managed to roll away and avoid it.

"No wonder there was a sense of crisis besides those guys; it turns out there was a sniper hiding up there," Wang Wei thought to himself.

"Baka!" The burly man saw that seven of his men had died in a single exchange, and without exception, all of them had holes between their eyebrows, as if they had been shot dead.

Without the burly man needing to explain, the surviving gunman immediately raised his hand and fired at Wang Wei, who had anticipated this and hid inside the house.

"what!"

Another scream rang out, this time from a gunman who was being pulled into the sea as if his feet were bound.

"Buzz!"

The ninja with a scar near his eye, who was standing next to the burly man, made his move.

He drew his knife, threw it, and cut the thing binding the gunman in half, leaving only a trail of water.

The scarred ninja drew his katana, glanced at the terrified gunman on the ground, then stared at the house and said, "Don't interfere, I'll go in and take care of him!"

"Murakami, don't be careless, still..."

Before the burly man could finish speaking, a scream suddenly came from upstairs. He looked up and saw the sniper he had arranged was digging his own neck into his hand, as if someone was strangling him with a white silk ribbon.

"A bizarre ability. No wonder special departments around the world are recruiting people with supernatural abilities. Luckily, only one in 50,000 people can be selected. We still don't know what that ability is, otherwise the world would be in chaos!" The muscular man muttered to himself, then said to the shorter man, "Murakami, be careful!"

He knew that relying on firearms to deal with the aliens inside seemed unrealistic, since they weren't coming out.

The scarred ninja, called Murakami, nodded, dragging his sword as he approached the house step by step.

The wiry man turned to his subordinates and ordered, "Put all your guns away!"

He worried that if he still carried a gun, he would receive special treatment from the Chinese eccentrics, so he decided to wait for Murakami's news.

"Squeak!"

Murakami pushed open the door and entered. Instantly, the wiry man saw a blue light shoot out, and his eyes narrowed.

Murakami reacted extremely quickly, tilting his head to the side. A blue beam shot out and struck the steel plate. The muscular man looked at it and saw that the steel plate was dented more than three inches deep, but nothing was left on it except for a puddle of water.

The muscular man felt somewhat fortunate. Although he might not be worse than Murakami, his reaction speed was definitely not as good. If it had been him, he might have lost his life.

A sound came from inside the room, along with a muffled groan, and the muscular man's lips curled into a slight smile.

In a confined space at close range, the person with water-based superpowers might not necessarily have any advantage.

It should be noted that many people with innate superhuman abilities have very poor physical qualities, at most only slightly stronger than ordinary people, and that muffled groan just now did not come from Murakami.

Every now and then, a jet or two of water would splash out of the window.

Chapter 145: Killing Japanese Pirates, Does It Still Require Timing?

"what!"

"what!"

A chorus of screams erupted, startling the burly man, who turned to look behind him.

All he saw were his remaining men and the two ninjas, who were all bound by a water rope as thick as an arm.

Is this yet another superhuman who can control water?

The burly man didn't believe that the extraordinary Chinese man inside could find time to deal with the outside world while dealing with the village.

"Who?"

The burly man shouted, his eyes darting around.

"Heh heh, those little devils are everywhere!" A lazy voice rang out, and the wiry man stared intently in that direction.

On the railing beside the yacht sat a person shrouded in a black robe.

"China has sent two extraordinary individuals?" The wiry man frowned.

The reason he moored the yacht on the water was to lure the person in South China who had the ability to manipulate water, and then surround and annihilate him.

Several Japanese agents sacrificed their lives trying to catch this big fish. But isn't there only one person with supernatural abilities who is proficient in water-related systems in the all-powerful South China region? What's going on with this one?

"And who are you?" the wiry man asked in surprise.

Zhou Shengchen jumped off the railing and slowly approached the muscular man. "I am Black Dragon."

"Black Dragon?" The muscular man suddenly realized something, his heart skipped a beat, and his whole body trembled. "You, you are the legendary 'Heaven'?"

"It seems you've heard of me." Zhou Shengchen, hidden beneath the black robe, smiled knowingly.

The muscular man swallowed hard, suppressing his fear as he said, "Two, two years ago, a man who called himself Black Dragon Heaven killed Brahma, one of the three main gods of the Indian underworld, shocking the entire underground world. I have naturally heard of him."

At this moment, he realized that the water currents binding his men were probably not water-based superpowers, but the legendary 'controlling objects with Qi'—that is, using the powerful Qi within the body to manipulate objects.

"Lord Black Dragon, this is a private matter between us. If you don't interfere, I'm willing to pay a heavy price to win your friendship!" After saying that, he looked at Zhou Shengchen expectantly.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shengchen's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and then a cold smile appeared on his lips: "You, a Japanese, are not worthy of my friendship?"

"Then you go to hell!"

The muscular man grinned and arched his body like a cheetah. His left foot plowed the ground like an iron plow, while his right foot suddenly pushed off, and his right fist shot out. His whole body was like a bow bent to its limit, and his right fist shot out like a sharp arrow.

He knew that he was no match for his opponent with his own strength, but his opponent was clearly hostile. If he didn't make a move, he would definitely die, but if he did, there might be a glimmer of hope.

"puff!"

A burst of air suddenly appeared and arrived in front of Zhou Shengchen in an instant.

Despite the cold, sharp force of the punches, Zhou Shengchen remained unmoved, a smile playing on his lips, seemingly letting the burly man deliver the blows.

The muscular man was taken aback, a little puzzled, but it was too late to back down. He mustered all his strength, concentrated his Qi in his hand, and unleashed a powerful punch.

"Pop!"

A transparent aura suddenly enveloped Zhou Shengchen.

The muscular man felt as if his fist had struck a marshmallow—soft and powerless, yet his fist couldn't penetrate even an inch. His expression changed drastically.

"Hehe, die, you little devils!"

Zhou Shengchen grinned and with a light wave of his right hand, the muscular man was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto the deck.

"Pfft!"

The muscular man spat out a mouthful of blood, then his head lolled to the side and he could no longer move.

Clearly, he was dead beyond dead.

"You guys go die too!"

Zhou Shengchen waved his hand again, and the tough men whose subordinates were bound by water ropes were immediately cut in two by those ropes.

Just then, a sound came from inside the house, followed by a loud "bang" as a person broke through the window and crashed onto the deck.

The man was Wang Wei. At that moment, there was a deep knife wound on his shoulder, revealing the bone, and blood was gushing out.

"Japanese ninjas? Heh, they really have some skills!" Wang Wei struggled to his feet, enduring the excruciating pain.

Fortunately, although the intense pain somewhat affected his ability to use his skills, it wasn't enough to force him to surrender.

"Your head is worth a hundred million US dollars, so I want it!" The voice came from inside the cabin, and a scarred ninja walked out of the doorway, his voice still as cold as ever.

At this moment, his mask had fallen off.

"Hmm?" The scarred ninja instantly noticed Zhou Shengchen's presence.

Well, anyone could spot such a big, living person.

Murakami's sharp gaze was fixed on Zhou Shengchen. His eyes were like knives, and most people would find it unbearable, but Zhou Shengchen remained calm.

"Huh? How ugly! Where did this ugly thing come from!" Zhou Shengchen joked, showing no concern for his own safety whatsoever.

"You're asking for death!" Scarface ninja Murakami's face immediately showed a hint of anger, and he pointed his katana at Zhou Shengchen.

"Hehe, you can actually understand my swearing! That's interesting!" Zhou Shengchen laughed.

Wang Wei looked at the man in black robes in surprise. He clearly spoke with an accent from their country, but how did the man get up here?

"You killed Yagyu?" The scarred ninja suddenly exclaimed in surprise, his voice rising as he stared incredulously at the corpse in the corner of the deck.

Zhou Shengchen shrugged. "A filthy Japanese pirate, a lowly ant, just kill him. Why do we need to pick a time?"

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Wang Wei was shocked; just moments before he was astonished, now he was horrified.

This man in black robes killed all those people in such a short time? You have to know, three of those people were quite strong!

The scarred ninja Murakami turned his head and looked toward another corner, where more than a dozen Japanese corpses lay.

When Murakami looked at Zhou Shengchen again, his eyes were filled with vigilance.

With light steps, Murakami adjusted his position to avoid a combined attack from Wang Wei and Zhou Shengchen. Who knew if the two were related?

"Friend, I work for the company. Would you be willing to join me in killing the Japanese devils in front of us?" Wang Wei greeted Zhou Shengchen with a friendly smile.

He knew that there were many experts in various martial arts sects in China, but he didn't know how powerful the person in front of him was.

However, looking at the corpses nearby, he realized that the opponent's strength was definitely above his own.

.... .. ...

"No need for us to work together. It's just a little Japanese devil, why would we need two people?" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Shengchen instantly appeared in front of the scarred ninja, slapped the top of his head with a palm, and instantly shoved the pig brain into his chest.

"Fuck!"

Wang Wei's eyes widened. The ninja who was even more powerful than himself was instantly defeated by the person in front of him. This was too unbelievable!

After killing the Japanese soldiers, Zhou Shengchen turned to Wang Wei and asked, "Are you still able to move around?"

"Can, can, can!"

"what's your name?"