I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei looked down.

His eyes were sharp.

Then it began to descend.

It landed silently next to Masao Yamamoto, without making a sound.

The girls in bikinis were still smiling at Masao Yamamoto, and no one noticed him.

At that moment, Masao Yamamoto was talking to a girl with dyed blonde hair, his head tilted to the side, with a lewd smile on his face.

But the bodyguards in the distance saw it.

The first to spot it was the bodyguard standing on the east side of the pool.

He had just finished lighting a cigarette and his gaze habitually swept around.

Then he froze.

There was another person beside Mr. Yamamoto by the pool.

When did he appear?

The bodyguard's mind went blank for a fraction of a second.

Then he abruptly threw away his cigarette and reached for the gun at his waist.

"Who goes there?!"

His roar echoed around the pool.

Hearing the sound, the other bodyguards turned around at the same time and saw the figure that had suddenly appeared. They all drew their pistols and aimed them at Luo Fei.

Someone was growling into their headphones.

"Someone has broken in! Reinforcements needed! Everyone to the pool immediately!"

Footsteps echoed from all directions.

More bodyguards are on their way.

Masao Yamamoto was startled by the sudden commotion.

He was just tilting his head and flirting with a girl in a red bikini.

The girl was feeding him a grape, laughing so hard she was shaking.

He turned his head.

Then he saw Luo Fei.

A young man in sportswear stood next to his deck chair, less than two meters away.

Masao Yamamoto's pupils contracted slightly.

He opened his mouth, as if to ask something.

But the bodyguards rushed over and stood in front of him.

Three bodyguards formed a human wall, protecting him behind them.

The gun was still pointed at Luo Fei.

Masao Yamamoto was shielded behind him, peering at the young man through the gaps in the crowd.

He then realized that this person was neither a bodyguard nor a servant.

There are security guards at the gate, and there are surveillance cameras and patrols everywhere.

How did this person manage to stand next to him so quietly?

A chill ran down Yamamoto Masao's spine.

But he quickly suppressed it.

He had more than a dozen bodyguards, all of whom were elite and armed.

Whoever this person is, he won't cause any trouble.

Spit out the grapes in your mouth and sit up straight.

"Baka!"

His voice was filled with anger.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

The girls next to them also realized what was happening at this moment.

But when they saw more than a dozen bodyguards pointing guns at the young man, they were not afraid at all; instead, they watched the spectacle with great interest.

The blonde girl leaned back in her recliner and said with a grin.

"Yamamoto-kun, this man is incredibly bold to barge into your home."

Another girl laughed along.

"Yamamoto-kun, here to cause you trouble again? Can your men handle it?"

The third girl covered her mouth and laughed.

"What happened to the last one? I remember she was taken to the hospital, right?"

Several girls laughed.

They were used to this kind of scene.

A big shot like Masao Yamamoto has many enemies.

Occasionally, someone would foolishly come knocking, and in the end, they would be shot dead by the bodyguards, beaten up and thrown out, or sent to the hospital or police station.

It's nothing serious.

Masao Yamamoto was amused by their words.

He waved his hand.

"Young man, whoever you are, kneel down and apologize now, and I might consider being lenient. I'll let you leave here unharmed."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flurry of footsteps echoed around the pool.

More than twenty bodyguards in black rushed out from all directions.

They were well-trained and quickly surrounded Luo Fei, forming a circle around him, with all their guns pointed at him.

Yamamoto Masao's smile deepened. He crossed his arms and looked at Luo Fei smugly, waiting to see him panic and beg for mercy on his knees.

But the young man's face showed no change in expression; he was neither panicked nor angry. He simply stood calmly in the center of the encirclement, his gaze sweeping over the dark gun barrels as if he were looking at a swarm of buzzing flies.

Masao Yamamoto's smile gradually froze, and a strange unease suddenly rose in his heart.

This person's eyes...

It was unusually quiet.

He suddenly remembered something.

Just now, news came from the Shanghai branch that the Chinese man named Luo Fei has agreed to discuss the share transfer.

He was very pleased at the time and even praised Yamamoto Ichiro for his efficient work.

Luo Fei should be heading to Shanghai right now to discuss a contract with Yamamoto Ichiro.

But the person in front of me...

Masao Yamamoto looked closely at that face.

He had seen the photos in the document many times.

That face, and the face in front of me...

The same.

Masao Yamamoto's pupils suddenly contracted.

Is he Luo Fei? Shouldn't he be on his way to Shanghai? How did he end up here?

This is Japan, more than a thousand kilometers away from Shanghai!

He opened his mouth and asked a question.

"you……"

He had barely uttered a single word.

Luo Fei moved.

The figure suddenly disappeared from Yamamoto Masao's sight.

It simply vanished into thin air.

next second.

A dull thud resounded.

boom!

One of the bodyguards was sent flying and crashed into a wall several meters away.

It slid softly to the ground, and the pistol fell to the floor.

Before anyone else could react...

boom! boom! boom!

The dull thuds were as frequent as firecrackers.

More than thirty bodyguards, like more than thirty sandbags, were knocked away almost simultaneously.

Some slammed hard against the wall, leaving a clear human-shaped dent.

Some crashed into trees.

Some flew directly into the swimming pool, splashing up huge sprays of water.

The pistols flew around randomly, but not a single shot was fired from beginning to end.

The entire process was completed almost instantly.

The bodyguards didn't even have time to react, or even to pull the trigger.

I could only see a blurry figure weaving through the crowd.

Then his body flew out.

The courtyard was quiet.

The bodyguards lay scattered about, none of them able to stand up.

Masao Yamamoto stood frozen in place, his mouth still agape, his wide eyes filled with horror and fear.

The champagne glass in my hand had fallen to the ground without me noticing. The crystal glass shattered with a "crack," and the golden liquid mixed with the broken glass shards spread rapidly across the ground.

Luo Fei reappeared, standing quietly in front of Yamamoto Masao, less than half a meter away.

The girls who were just teasing each other finally realized what was happening.

Their smiles froze completely as they looked at the bodyguards lying on the ground and the young man who had reappeared in their sight.

then.

A piercing scream tore through the night sky.

The girls were trembling all over, their legs were so weak they couldn't even stand up.

One was slumped on a deck chair, while the other was kneeling on the ground.

Another one tried to run, but fell down as soon as it stood up and could only crawl on the ground.

They finally realized they were afraid.

Masao Yamamoto's legs went weak.

He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

He tried to shout, but his lips trembled and no sound came out.

He could only stare wide-eyed at the young man in front of him.

Luo Fei reached out his hand.

They grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

Yamamoto Masao's feet left the ground, and his face quickly turned red.

He struggled desperately, grabbing Luo Fei's wrists with both hands, trying to pry open that iron-like hand.

But it didn't budge.

He opened his mouth, trying to breathe and speak, but he couldn't do anything; he could only make gurgling sounds.

Luo Fei looked at him.

Speak in standard Japanese.

The voice was very soft, very cold, and completely devoid of emotion.

You shouldn't have done that, you absolutely shouldn't have.

"They shouldn't have touched my family."

An overwhelming sense of fear welled up in Masao Yamamoto's eyes.

He wanted to say "it wasn't me," "it was all Yamamoto Ichiro's doing," and "I'm willing to pay compensation."

But he couldn't say it.

That hand was like an iron clamp, choking him until he couldn't breathe.

Luo Fei continued.

"Your family will all go down to be with you."

Masao Yamamoto's eyes widened to their maximum.

He wanted to struggle, to beg for mercy, and to tell Luo Fei that his family should not be implicated.

But next second.

Click.

The sound of a neck bone breaking rang out, and Yamamoto Masao's body convulsed violently. His limbs instantly lost their strength and fell limply to the ground.

His head tilted limply to one side, his eyes, which had been wide open with fear, had lost all their luster.

Luo Fei released his grip, and the corpse fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Seeing this, one of the girls finally screamed.

"ah--!"

A sharp cry pierced the night sky.

But it only called out halfway before abruptly stopping.

Because Luo Fei glanced at them, just once.

The scream was like a chicken being choked, forced back down.

Several girls collapsed to the ground, covering their mouths, trembling violently.

They dared to shout, but dared not move, and even their breathing became cautious, for fear that if they made any sound, they would follow in the footsteps of Masao Yamamoto.

Luo Fei withdrew his gaze.

He raised his head and looked up at the night sky.

Then, to the girls' astonishment, his feet left the ground, and his body slowly rose higher and higher.

He hovered in mid-air, looking down at the luxurious courtyard below.

The lights were still on.

The bodyguards were lying haphazardly.

Masao Yamamoto's body lay face down by the pool.

The three girls huddled together like three frightened quails.

Luo Fei withdrew his gaze.

His right palm faced the courtyard.

In an instant, a dazzling white light shone in the center of his palm. At first, it was just a faint halo, but in a flash, it expanded to the size of a basketball.

He glanced down, and then the ball of light, like a cannonball, plummeted rapidly into the courtyard below, leaving a brief trail of white flame.

boom!!!

A deafening explosion ripped through the night sky.

A blinding white light spread out from the point of explosion in an instant, forming a huge sphere of light that mercilessly devoured everything in the courtyard.

The powerful shockwave swept wildly in all directions, raising dust, scattering rocks, and creating a cloud of smoke wherever it passed.

Those meticulously designed buildings, those lush and exquisite gardens, those priceless and expensive decorations, all seem so vulnerable in the face of this destructive force.

Of course, the still-warm corpses and the three terrified women were also completely swallowed up in this terrifying white light, leaving not a trace, truly vanishing into nothingness.

Finally, when the light faded.

All that remained was a huge, deep crater.

The edges of the pit were charred black and still steaming.

The once lush gardens and towering trees around the area have all been razed to the ground, leaving only a desolate ruin.