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The attacks from the Silver Dragon Society members landed on him like raindrops hitting rocks, making dull thuds, but they couldn't budge him an inch!

Beneath his black uniform, there seemed to be a body of steel!

The squinty-eyed man, on the other hand, was like a ghost moving through a storm.

His figure flickered erratically in the chaotic crowd, each pause accompanied by a flash of cold, icy light!

Clang! Clang! Pfft! Pfft!

His swordsmanship is fast, accurate, and ruthless! There are no fancy moves; every strike is aimed at vital points! Throat, wrist, knee, Achilles tendon!

The blade flashed like black lightning, each flash bringing with it a spray of blood, accompanied by a shrill scream or a muffled groan that abruptly stopped!

He was dancing an elegant yet deadly dance of death, leaving limbs and blood flying wherever he went.

Enemies attempting to surround him are often rendered immobile before they can even get close, collapsing to the ground in agony, clutching their bleeding wounds.

Chapter 214 A Bunch of Useless Trash!

The two, one strong and the other gentle, one powerful and the other skilled, cooperated perfectly!

The tall man, like a reef, withstood the surging impact, creating chaos and gaps with terrifying power.

The squinty-eyed man, like a deadly viper, slithered through the crevices, precisely reaping lives or crippling the enemy's fighting ability.

Blood stained the clean ground, severed limbs were scattered everywhere, and painful screams and terrified cries echoed throughout.

The elite members of the Silver Dragon Society were like lambs to the slaughter in front of these two, their numerical advantage completely gone.

Their pride in their ferocity and numbers pales in comparison to their absolute strength and ruthless killing skills.

The battle lasted less than three minutes.

After the tall man tossed the last Silver Dragon Society member who tried to grab his waist away like trash, sending him flying and crashing into a decorative wall.

When the squinty-eyed man flashed his blade, severing the wrist of the last man in a black suit who was aiming a gun, along with the pistol, the man let out a heart-wrenching scream and fell to his knees.

The entire first-floor lobby had been transformed into a veritable hell on earth.

There was not a single Silver Dragon Society member left standing.

All that remained were the wounded rolling on the ground, groaning in agony, unconscious bodies, and a few mutilated corpses.

The strong smell of blood was nauseating.

The tall man flicked the blood off his fist, as if brushing off dust.

The squinty-eyed man elegantly flicked the blood off his blade, sheathed it, and his gentle smile remained unchanged, as if he had just taken a stroll.

Ignoring the hellish scene beneath their feet, the two walked over the sticky pools of blood and groaning bodies as if stepping on an ordinary carpet, heading straight for the private elevator leading to the president's office on the top floor.

The elevator ascends, the numbers tick, and finally stops at the top floor.

Inside the president's office:

The president of the Silver Dragon Society, a middle-aged man with an overweight build, slicked-back hair, and wearing an expensive kimono, was roaring into the phone.

His face was ashen, veins bulged on his forehead, and spittle flew everywhere!

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! I don't care what methods you use! Send people! Send everyone you can, I'm going to make those arrogant scum pay the price!"

The Silver Dragon Guild leader roared angrily.

He had just learned the devastating news that his son, Yuechuan, had been killed at the entrance of Linglan, and that dozens of elite soldiers had been crippled by a group of delinquents.

This is simply the greatest disgrace since the Silver Dragon Society was founded.

He must take revenge in the most cruel and bloody way.

He wanted everyone to remember the consequences of offending the Silver Dragon Society!

Just as he was frantically issuing orders to his trusted confidant on the other end of the phone, preparing to launch a devastating war with all his might.

boom! ! !

A deafening bang!

His heavy office door, made of precious solid wood, was as if it had been hit by a siege cannon, and it instantly shattered inward, sending countless wood chips and fragments flying like a torrential rain!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, two figures clad in pure black uniforms, like soul-reapers from hell, strode with steady, icy steps into the luxurious office that symbolized the Silver Dragon Society's highest power.

The Silver Dragon Guild leader's roar abruptly stopped!

He stared wide-eyed in terror, like a duck being choked, and the phone in his hand fell with a "thud" onto the expensive carpet.

He looked at the two uninvited guests at the door, stained with blood and exuding a terrifying aura, and at the hellish scene vaguely visible in the corridor behind them. A chilling cold instantly froze his heart!

"Who...who are you people?!"

The Silver Dragon Society president's voice became sharp and hoarse with extreme fear, and his body uncontrollably retreated, crashing into the large mahogany desk.

The squinty-eyed man's gentle smile deepened, and he spoke slowly, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather:

"We are the Black Knife Society!"

He slightly opened his narrowed eyes, revealing a cold, abyss-like light within.

"The Silver Dragon Society... comes to an end."

The tall man didn't speak, but simply took a step forward. The heavy sound of his footsteps was like a death knell, tolling on the Silver Dragon Society president's heart, which was on the verge of collapse.

An overwhelming sense of fear, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed the Silver Dragon Guild leader, almost suffocating him.

"The...Black Knife Society?!"

Moon Dragon's voice was shrill and distorted with extreme fear, his body trembling violently: "We don't seem to have any conflicts or disagreements between us, so...is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

He tried to explain in a trembling voice, trying to grasp at the last glimmer of hope.

The gentle smile on the squinty-eyed man's face remained unchanged, but the cold light emanating from his narrow eyes became even more piercing.

The tall man stood like a cold iron tower, silently blocking all escape routes. The invisible pressure he exerted almost drove the Silver Dragon Guild leader to the brink of collapse.

"Misunderstand?"

The squinty-eyed man shook his head slightly, his voice still calm, yet carrying a judgmental coldness: "Your son, Tsukikawa, the one who threatened and attempted to attack at the gate of Suzuran High School was our Black Blade Society's young master, Lord Kurosaki Ryuji."

"．々Kurosaki...Ryuji? Young...young master?!"

The Silver Dragon Society's president was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

The Suzuran delinquent who killed his own son and dozens of Silver Dragon Society members is actually the heir to the Black Knife Society?!

The overwhelming amount of information left the Silver Dragon Society president's mind blank.

He finally understood why the other party had descended with such overwhelming force.

"I...I don't know! I really don't know!"

The Silver Dragon Society leader snapped out of his daze, forcing a fawning smile that looked more like a grimace: "Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! My son was blind and offended the young master, he deserves to die! I...I will never avenge him! I swear! From this day forward, the entire Silver Dragon Society will follow the Black Knife Society's lead! We will have no disloyalty! We only beg...we only beg your organization to show mercy and spare my life!"

His posture was so humble that he was practically invisible.

However, the squinty-eyed man's smile carried a hint of pity as he slowly shook his head: "Given your decades of experience in the underworld and your consistent style of doing things... how credible is your guarantee? We caught you off guard this time. Once we walk out the door, you'll probably turn on us instantly."

He leaned forward slightly, his narrowed eyes flashing with a cold light: "Clearly, for a potential threat with no credibility, the safest option is to eliminate it completely."

These words, like a final death knell, shattered the last vestiges of hope in Yuelong's heart.

"Do not!!!"

Extreme fear instantly transformed into a frantic will to survive and a violent rage to take someone down with them.

The Silver Dragon Society president let out a beast-like roar, and his somewhat aged body burst forth with a speed disproportionate to his size, lunging at the large desk and pulling open the bottom drawer.

Hidden there was his last resort: a black Glock 17 pistol.

Chapter 215 Dealing with the Ultimate Path naturally requires the Ultimate Path itself.

The Silver Dragon Society leader grabbed his pistol, and before he could even fully raise it, he instinctively and frantically pulled the trigger towards the taller man who was closer!

boom! ! !

Deafening gunshots rang out in the closed office.

However, just a split second before his finger pulled the trigger!

The tall man's rock-like body slid to the side by an extremely slight half-step with terrifying reaction speed.

The bullet, carrying a scorching heat, whistled past his black uniform and blasted a crater into the expensive wall behind him!

Almost at the same time!

Clang!

The cold glint of the blade flashed again, like black lightning!

The squinty-eyed man drew his sword with incredible speed.

His target wasn't Yuelong's body, but his right hand that was gripping the pistol!

The blade flashed and disappeared in an instant!

Poof! Click!

A soft crack was accompanied by the sharp sound of bones breaking!

Yuelong felt a chill on his right wrist, followed by excruciating pain.

He was horrified to see that his right hand, which was holding the pistol, along with his index finger, had been severed at the wrist.

The fracture surface is as smooth as a mirror!

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

The black pistol, along with his severed hand, fell onto the expensive carpet with a loud clatter.

"Ah! My hand!!!"

The Silver Dragon Guild leader let out a bloodcurdling scream that was inhuman. The excruciating pain caused him to lose all his strength in an instant. He collapsed to the ground clutching his bleeding wrist, his body convulsing violently from the pain and blood loss!

And just as he screamed in agony!

The towering man, as tall as an iron tower, moved!

He strode to Moon Dragon's side, and his huge, iron-like left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the Silver Dragon Guild leader's head, which was tilted back in agony and covered in cold sweat and tears!

The five fingers were like five steel nails, digging deeply into the scalp!

"no, do not want..."

The Silver Dragon Society leader's eyes were filled with endless fear and despair, and he made unintelligible hoarse sounds from his throat.

The tall man's eyes were cold and numb, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

The muscles in his arms were taut like steel wire, bursting with terrifying power. He swung the Silver Dragon Society president's fat and heavy body up as if throwing a piece of trash!

call! ! !

The Silver Dragon Society president's body traced a desperate arc in the air!

The target was that huge floor-to-ceiling window!

Boom! ...

The floor-to-ceiling window (BDCD) shattered like a piece of paper under the enormous impact.

The Silver Dragon Society's president's body, engulfed in countless shards of glass, flew off the top floor of the Silver Dragon Society headquarters like a broken doll!

A brief, desperate scream, piercing to the extreme, ripped through the sky, only to be drowned out by the howling wind and the gasps of alarm from the street below.

boom! ! !

A deep, chilling roar came from the street below, announcing the end of the Silver Dragon Society's leader's life.

The office fell silent once more.

All that remained were splattered blood on the carpet, a severed hand and a pistol, and the cold wind blowing in from the window.

The squinting man flicked away a few drops of blood from the blade, elegantly sheathing it as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

He then slowly took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

Once the call connected, he calmly reported: