Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

At this moment, Qinglong and the others seemed to have plowed through the surrounding environment, leaving behind cratered bullet holes and charred marks from the explosions everywhere.

The men Tony Lucasse had sent were already being driven back in disarray, utterly powerless to fight back, and the heavy stench of blood permeated the corridor.

Seeing this scene, Qinglong and the other three, along with Jerome, didn't show much reaction. For them, who were used to seeing such scenes, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Soon, they arrived at the door of the conference room where Tony Lucasse and others were. Inside, everyone sat upright in their chairs, not daring to breathe, while the bodyguards around them held their guns with trembling bodies, their eyes devoid of any fighting spirit.

They also witnessed the scene in the corridor through the surveillance footage.

Faced with such fierce firepower and Qinglong and his group with their off-the-charts combat prowess, their hearts were basically filled with fear.

They held their guns up to give themselves a little more confidence, but they knew that with just a few guns, they had no chance against those walking monsters!

"Creak—!"

A metallic clanging sound rang out, followed by the door being opened, and Qinglong and the others stepping into the conference room.

"Everyone's here," Qinglong said casually.

However, the murderous aura emanating from Qinglong made the bodyguards behind Tony and the others feel their legs go weak and they couldn't move an inch.

For some reason, the moment he saw the Azure Dragon, his body trembled even more violently, and his thoughts and senses seemed to vanish at that moment.

"Shoot, you bastard!"

"What are you doing!" Even though Tony Lucasse knew it was pointless, he still ordered his men to open fire.

But looking at these people's trembling bodies, he was puzzled. Even if these people were powerful, they shouldn't be so frightened.

"Tony, we meet again." Jerome stepped forward, quickly dispatched the bodyguards around him with a few shots, and approached his opponent.

Tony's face darkened. "Jerome, I'm a member of the High Table. You dare kill me?!"

"The Mainland Hotel has no rule against using force against you, and I'm here to settle our score; it has nothing to do with the Mainland Hotel." Jerome said, turning to Qinglong, "Can I handle this guy?"

After hearing this, Qinglong nodded calmly, "Okay."

After receiving the reply, Jerome grabbed Tony by the back of his collar and headed towards a private room in the conference room, where Tony struggled desperately but received no response.

The core members around him silently lowered their heads.

"Zhuque, go to the monitoring room and destroy the relevant video footage there," Qinglong said.

After hearing this, Zhuque silently walked out of the conference room.

At this moment, Qinglong sat down in Tony Lucasse's original spot, turned on the computer in front of him, embedded the word "hacker," and began to quickly browse all the information and secrets about the Lucasse family.

The password was like a nursery door to Qinglong; he could crack it easily.

"You all, take out your phones." Baihu slammed his long sword heavily on the table, making a dull thud that instantly made the core members tremble!

The core members then obediently placed their phones on the table.

Baihu reached out and put all the phones into Xuanwu's large bag.

At the same time, Qinglong copied the data from the computer, put the USB drive in his pocket, stood up, picked up the Glock 18 pistol on the table, aimed it at these core members, and pulled the trigger expressionlessly.

These people fell to the ground before they could even beg for mercy.

Having resolved everything, Qinglong glanced at his watch, then walked to the door of the private room and knocked. "Jerome, are you done yet?"

Tony Lucchese's screams could be heard intermittently from inside the room since just now.

Click!

The door opened, and Jerome stepped out, his hair disheveled, blood still clinging to his fists and body. He then brushed his hair back and said, "He's still breathing. Do you need him?"

Qinglong stepped into the house. "You go with Baihu and the others first. With such a commotion, the police will be here soon. Leave this to me."

"Okay." Jerome nodded, then followed Baihu and Xuanwu out of the conference room and ran along the planned route.

Qinglong strode over to Tony Lucasse, who was lying on the ground on the verge of death. The suit that had once accentuated his charisma was now tattered and torn.

"The other families won't let you off the hook," Tony said weakly.

"They'll be down there with you soon." Qinglong said, taking out his phone and snapping a picture of Tony's face. Then he grabbed Tony's neck, twisted it forcefully, and ended Tony's life.

Then Chen An used his long-range transport ability to transfer Tony's body to the Middle Eastern shooters, who would dispose of it on the spot.

Having done all this, Qinglong also set off to leave.

A few minutes later, a large number of police officers arrived near the villa, instantly surrounding it. Fully armed officers got out of their vehicles and cautiously looked inside the villa.

As these people made their way forward, they discovered what lay inside.

Even some veteran officers, who were already immune to the sight of corpses, still felt nauseous at the sight. New officers, needless to say, ran to the side and vomited uncontrollably.

"Requesting backup! Requesting backup! Send more ambulances! There are so many wounded here, the most in New York history!"

"The situation is terrible!"

Numerous team leaders began calling the central control; the situation here was beyond their ability to handle!

........

Meanwhile, Qinglong and his group had changed into casual clothes, driven away from Queens, and headed towards Manhattan.

"call--!"

"That was really exciting! Qinglong, now you can tell me how you did it, right? A katana can stop a bullet, it's unbelievable!" Jerome asked hurriedly.

Qinglong was looking at his phone when Jerome asked him a question. He replied, "As long as the speed and reaction time are sufficient."

"Of course I know, I just want to know how you guys achieve such speed?" Jerome said.

"Talent, perhaps," Qinglong said.

"Talent? I consider myself a genius, but you guys are even more freakish than me, and three of you appeared at once!" Jerome clearly didn't believe it. What kind of talent could increase a person's speed so much? Could these Azure Dragons and the others really have superpowers?

"By the way, what grudge do you have with the five major families? This seems to be the first time you've lost your composure like this," Baihu asked.

Upon hearing this, Jerome's smile faded, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "The five great families killed two of my best friends; they were also assassins at the Continental Hotel."

"You might not understand what it means to be secretly executed for offending the five great families, but for me it's a blood feud. They were the ones who brought me into the assassin profession, taught me marksmanship and skills, and even saved my life!"