Ke Xue: He mastered the steel-cutting divine skill at the start.

Just then, she suddenly noticed a bulge on one of the men's waists. It was clearly a weapon, and most likely a handgun!

Just then, she felt a gust of wind coming from behind. Her long-honed fighting skills allowed her to react in a flash. She twisted her body sharply, rolled on the spot, and then drew her pistol.

The other side reacted instantly, and each of them pulled out a pistol from their waist.

"Bang bang bang-"

Bullets rained down on the corridor floor, and one even ricocheted, shattering the sign outside the operating room. In an instant, the sign began to flicker, making the surroundings eerie.

Sato Miwako reacted quickly, leaping backward as the other party pulled the trigger, grabbing the still-shocked Miyazawa Mie, and rolling to the side, using the corner of the corridor to evade the attack.

She fired several shots at the other side, deterring them from forcing their way in.

Once she calmed down a bit, she felt a sharp pain in her arm. Looking down, she saw that one side of her arm was a bloody mess. A bullet had grazed her arm, tearing off a piece of flesh, and blood instantly soaked her sleeve.

"Damn it, these guys actually chased us into the hospital!"

Only then did she see all of the other party's actions clearly.

The smoke we just saw was deliberately created by the other party to cause chaos in the hospital and then sneak into this place.

Moreover, the presence of both men and women among the other party lowered their guard, and the fact that the other party pretended to be a relative of Nishikawa Tetsumei further aroused her and Miyazawa Mie's pity, which gave the other party an opportunity to take advantage of them.

"Quick, there were just gunshots coming from here! Everyone be careful!"

Immediately afterwards, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard outside.

Sato Miwako's heart skipped a beat; it sounded like the voice of an officer from the First Investigation Division!

He immediately said, "Listen up, you guys over there! This place is now surrounded by the police. Surrender now, or you'll be shot dead by the police!"

Despite hearing Sato Miwako's words, the thugs remained unmoved. The young woman took out a dark object from her handbag, gently pulled open the metal ring, and a crisp metallic sound rang out.

"boom--"

A violent explosion rang out, and the police officers who were just about to rush over were thrown back by the blast wave amidst screams. The two officers at the front were blown away and their fates were unknown.

"These are grenades! These guys actually have grenades!"

At this moment, Sato Miwako became extremely anxious. The forces involved in this matter far exceeded her imagination.

It's one thing if the other side has guns; it's not too difficult to get a few guns through smuggling channels.

But getting a grenade would be an exaggeration.

"Officer, you just saw our determination. What we need now is neither a useless person undergoing surgery in the operating room, nor someone who deliberately opposes you police. What we want is the woman behind you. This woman is very important to us!"

If you want to refuse, we don't mind launching a full-scale attack, and I also don't mind telling you that there are already snipers preparing outside. Don't you care about the lives of your colleagues?

From this moment forward, if you hesitate for even a minute longer, we will kill a policeman. You'd better think it over; we don't want to waste any more time.

"Officer Sato, are you alright?!"

It was only then that Miyazawa Mie came to her senses. The things she had experienced today were far more numerous than anything she had experienced in the previous thirty years of her life.

Such a thrilling and dangerous experience was not something a gentle and kind woman could bear, so she was already trembling.

"I'm fine, Ms. Miyazawa. No matter what happens after this, you must stay in the corner and not come out!"

At that moment, a minute had passed, and one of the police officers who were hesitating outside the hospital suddenly screamed and collapsed.

"Damn it, there's a sniper in the building across the street!"

Then came another round of chaos, and taking advantage of this opportunity, the group launched another strong attack. Sato Miwako desperately blocked this round of attacks, but by then, she was running out of bullets.

"Officer, you're almost out of bullets, aren't you? You'd better hand over the person quickly, or you'll be dead in another attack!"

At this point, Miyazawa Mie's face had turned deathly pale.

"Officer Sato, maybe I should go with them, or you'll get killed!"

Sato Miwako gritted her teeth and said, "Ms. Miyazawa, this is absolutely impossible. I am a police officer. As long as I am alive, I will never watch the people I protect be taken away from my sight!"

Just then, an old man's voice suddenly rang out.

"It seems there are still some responsible and good police officers in the police force. The old man is very pleased."

At this moment, the thugs finally noticed that an old man was slowly walking down the corridor toward the operating room. What caught their attention was the crimson sword at his waist.

The newcomer was none other than Kawakami Gensai, who had left the territory of the swordsmen.

Chapter 303 Slaughter

"Where did this old codger come from! How dare he barge in here!"

The assailant's gun was instantly pointed at the old man, who, facing the dark muzzle of the gun, smiled as if he didn't care at all.

"Stop! Stop it now!"

Sato Miwako pointed out hurriedly.

"He's just an innocent old man, you can't hurt him!"

The woman who had just been about to attack Sato with the stun gun grinned maliciously, took the gun, and walked out. The young man who had been leading the group clearly understood her intentions.

He turned the gun around again, pointing it at Sato and Miyazawa Mie, making them afraid to show themselves.

The woman walked up to Kawakami Gensai and pointed the gun directly at the old man's head.

“Officer, aren’t you supposed to be protecting innocent people? There’s an innocent old man here who also needs help. Although he’s just a frail old man who’s on his deathbed and has no value, and he’s got dementia, if you don’t hand over that woman soon, I’ll make sure you see his brains spilling onto the floor.”

"you,,,,"

Officer Sato was immediately thrown into a state of turmoil. On one hand, there was the person he needed to protect, and on the other hand, there was an innocent old man.

Perhaps, as the other party said, the old man must be ill to have appeared here after hearing the gunshots. But after all, it is a life, and a life should not be abandoned without a reason.

But the enemy wouldn't give her time to think.

"Alright, I'll give you ten more seconds. If you don't answer, I'm going to shoot! Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Officer Sato was torn between two conflicting emotions. Sweat dripped down his face, and his hands trembled slightly. What should he do in this moment of crucial decision?

"One! Hmph, old man, it seems you've been abandoned. But it's no wonder. One is a very valuable person to protect, and the other is an old man who's on his deathbed. The choice was already predetermined."

He was about to pull the trigger when, in the next instant, the bullet would pierce the other person's head.

But at this moment, the old man laughed and said, "Ah, I've lived to this age and have never been threatened by anyone. I didn't expect to see such a good show as soon as I arrived here. The world changes really fast. I have indeed been out of everyone's sight for quite a long time. No wonder none of you can recognize me anymore."

The woman sneered, "You really know how to brag. Are you trying to say that you were once a powerful and influential figure? If so, all the better. I'm even more interested in completely eliminating a former celebrity."

At this moment, the young man spoke up: "Asaka, stop dawdling. We have very limited time. If that Miyazaki swordsman arrives, we'll all die!"

The woman nodded: "Old man, I was thinking of having some fun, but now it seems unnecessary. Die!"

He was about to pull the trigger when he said that.

But in that instant, the woman felt a piercing pain, and her index finger, which had been pulling the trigger, slowly fell to the ground before her incredulous eyes.

"what!"

Her index finger was severed, and she couldn't help but let out a shrill scream!

The scream drew the attention of both sides who had been locked in a standoff. The gang of thugs were all stunned, wondering what had just happened.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the old man's crimson longsword was already drawn, its flame-like blade exposed to the air.

"This... could it be him?!"

The contrast was so stark, like a weak kitten that had just been transformed into a ferocious tiger ready to devour its prey.

"Damn it, kill him!"

The thugs didn't think the old man was that strong; they just thought the stupid woman had been careless and had been injured by a lousy old man.

Countless bullets rained down on the old man, accompanied by the sound of them whistling through the air.

The moment seemed to freeze, but the old man continued to make his moves unhurriedly. It was as if he had grown eight hands as he swung his arms, and sword blades and shadows filled the sky, like mercury spilling onto the ground and moonlight flowing, or like cherry blossoms blooming in a fleeting moment of beauty!

For a moment, there seemed to be an extremely rapid hissing sound, followed by countless shattered bullets falling to the ground.

If someone were to pick up the bullets from the ground and examine them closely, they would find that these bullets had been split in two, just like a pea being cut open.

However, even if all the facts are unclear, one thing remains undeniable: this old man is an extremely terrifying figure who can actually use the edge of a sword to block bullet attacks!

"Alright, the game is over. I just wanted to come out and see how the world has changed in the past few years, but I never expected that the crows who once feared my sword and left Japan would come back here again."

It seems I really am getting old. No one listens to my words anymore, which is truly tragic. Since that's the case, someone needs to use their own blood to prove some things anew.

The thugs were already gripped by fear, and continuing to fire seemed to have little effect. If they tried to run, their legs would go weak.

The old man walked towards the thugs step by step, each step like a heavy hammer striking their hearts.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

A middle-aged man roared, pulled the pins on two grenades in his hand, and charged toward the old man.

Everyone was filled with anger and curses.

"This bastard, is he trying to drag us all down with him? We don't want to die! If we kneel down and beg for mercy, maybe we can still live!"

At this point, no matter how much resentment or fear they felt, it was all in vain; they could only watch helplessly as it unfolded.

"A hand grenade? That's somewhat interesting."

The old man's figure suddenly disappeared. When everyone saw him again, he was already close by. The man who had just pulled the pin on the grenade felt a sharp pain in his arms. His arms had been detached from his body and thrown into the air.

The two grenades that were about to explode landed slowly on the surface of the sword the old man was holding horizontally. Then, like a watermelon, the grenades split open into four neat pieces. A hissing sound came from the middle of the four pieces, and then there was no more movement.

"No, no, no—you're not human!"

All the thugs stared at the old man in terror, as if he were a god or demon. Bullets could be easily blocked, and grenades were ineffective. All the weapons they carried were as thin as paper against the old man's sword.

It seems that with just a gentle poke, it would crumble into a pile of dust.

"Please..."

"No, sir..."

Two voices rang out at the same time: one was the thug's voice, and the other was the voice of a kind-hearted policewoman.

But it was all too late!

The blade transformed into thin lines, instantly separating the flesh from its fossa, and sticky blood gushed out, serving a slight connecting role as the head tilted to the side.

The blade was incredibly fast, even faster than the trembling of the vocal cords. The moment the second word of pleading was uttered, the blade struck, and before the third word could even form, the four people were already corpses.