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Johnny shook the blood off his hands and couldn't help laughing.

"But unfortunately, I'm not that kind of person."

Ignoring the surprise in Jotaro's eyes, Johnny continued.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the Jotaro Shoho."

"That is to say, as long as we kill you, this war will be over."

"Wait, wait, think carefully. Killing me will do you no good. As long as you let me go, I will give you as much money as you want. Otherwise, for your own safety, think about it. If you kill me, the Tiger Claw Gang will never let you go!"

Seeing that the other party was about to take action if unmoved, Jotaro quickly raised his hand and increased the stakes rapidly with an anxious look on his face.

I don't want to bribe the other party, but at least I can buy them some more time.

"..."

I don't know if he really didn't care or if he saw through Jotaro's little trick to buy time, but Johnny raised his pistol and shot without changing his expression.

"Bang! Bang!"

Under the gunfire, Jotaro only had time to roar before he rushed towards the desk beside him.

The bullets hit the ground, turning the scattered documents into paper flowers all over the sky.

Johnny took two steps forward, but frowned. There was no Jotaro behind the desk.

The other party disappeared out of thin air?

Of course not.

It couldn't be seen, but Johnny's motion detector showed it clearly.

He kicked out suddenly, and a blurry figure in the air was hit and flew backwards with a bang.

Jotaro's figure appeared in the air.

It's optical camouflage.

But even though the optical camouflage was broken, Jotaro's bleeding mouth was still smiling.

"Haha, this is the direction I'm going to escape. You didn't expect that, did you?"

Jotaro fell to the ground and felt pain, but his and Johnny's positions had changed.

He was closer to the door now.

Jotaro said nothing and crawled towards the door.

That ordinary electronic door now became a kind of gate to heaven that led him to escape from hell in his eyes.

"Just get there, just get there..."

Jotaro gritted his teeth in pain, his bloodshot eyes widened to the extreme.

"What kind of pussy?"

Is this guy a fool? He thinks he can be faster than a bullet.

Johnny frowned as he looked at the other person's embarrassed posture, feeling a little puzzled.

But his hands were not slow. He raised his hand and pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out of the barrel.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two shots fired simultaneously.

Jotaro cried out in pain and blood gushed out.

A bullet hit the upper arm, and the gunpowder pushed the shrapnel to explode directly, and a bloody arm with muscles still wriggling immediately fell to the side.

The other bullet was fired straight at Jotaro's head. If it hit, the boy would surely die.

Chapter 275 Johnny: Just a useless old man like Lao Deng, A is up!

You hear the sound before you see its shadow.

With a clang.

Like the clear roar of a dragon, it penetrates the eardrum and strikes the heart.

Without wind, the scattered documents in the office flew everywhere, fluttering down like dancing snowflakes.

Johnny just watched as the bullet that should have killed Jotaro stopped in the air for a moment, then broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Then, the tightly closed door revealed the knife mark that ran diagonally across the top and bottom, and it suddenly cracked and collapsed.

Outside the door, under the wide black kimono, a pair of skinny hands as if cast from iron held a samurai sword, maintaining the posture of swinging.

"Master Yihui, Master Yihui, you are here to save me, save me!"

Jotaro, who had been worried, was overjoyed when he saw the wrinkled old face of Kitaregawa Yoshiki. He struggled to crawl forward with his only remaining hand and hugged Yoshiki's thigh.

"Get out of the way, jerk."

Cleanly, as if performing a ritual, he slowly put the blade back into the sheath, and Yihui opened a pair of cloudy but majestic eyes like a lion.

"Get lost, you piece of shit."

Yoshiki looked old and frail, and he shouted angrily at Jotaro lying on the ground.

"After losing so many of my men's lives, I wanted to deal with you myself, but I didn't expect you to be so cowardly that you were defeated by someone outside your gang."

"Yes, yes, I'll get out of here right now!"

But Jotaro no longer cared about his face at this time. He listened to Yoshihiru's scolding as if it were nectar. He crawled out of the room with a flattering smile and left in the corridor like a worm.

Despite this embarrassment and the loss of face as a senior leader, Jotaro still struggled to survive.

I really don't know whether the other party can endure what ordinary people can't endure, or he really doesn't want to be shameless.

Johnny just watched Jotaro escape, but he didn't chase him.

Because he felt an extraordinary aura from the old man in front of him.

The aura of a strong man.

Although he was skinny and looked like a motionless corpse, the opponent stood in front of him like a big tree, leaving no room for him to maneuver.

The other party is definitely a strong man.

Johnny had an idea in mind.

In Night City, the strong are attracted to each other.

Yihui also felt Johnny's extraordinary aura.

The so-called momentum is not actually an idealistic term.

Simply put, the aura of a strong person is that of someone who is showing off and asking for a beating.

And having been in Night City for so long, he has been able to maintain such a pretentious and demanding appearance without being beaten to death, which shows that he is a strong person.

Johnny looks like the king of the world. Isn't he the strongest among the strong?

The truth is that simple.

"You have defeated the dog Jotaro. Logically, you should have the final say over his life."

"But, no matter how useless he is, he is still a member of the Tiger Claw Gang. It is really embarrassing for us to let an outsider take his life."

"I have no choice but to take the liberty of overstepping my bounds."

"Also, since you are here, please fight me. If I don't fight with a strong man like you, the famous sword 'Mikazuki Munechika' in my arms will regret it."

"..."

This old man said a lot of nonsense, it was very flowery and I couldn't quite understand him.

Johnny summarized the words of the Japanese old man based on his limited knowledge.

Simply put, either you kill me or I kill you.

If you want to fight, just say so.

Why so much nonsense?

Although he had no interest in bullying the elderly, especially those without prosthetics, the other party seemed to have some skills, so Johnny just went for it.

I'll defeat you like this, and then take the life of Jotaro behind you.

Johnny raised his gun.

As he moved, Yihui's eyes sparkled.

"Okay, then, I'll gamble the honor of twenty-five generations of the famous family on this battle!"

"Please accept this, this is the secret teaching of 'Two Yin Flows'!"

Yoshiharu once again drew out the famous sword "Mikazuki Munechika" that he mentioned. The cold light illuminated his thin face. The wrinkles on his face seemed to be wriggling with fighting spirit. The invisible power spread out and impacted everywhere.

......

"Trouble, the enemy is coming!"

On the bridge, before they had time to catch their breath, V clearly saw another group of Tiger Claw Gang members walking up to the bridge and heading towards them.

There were about eighty new guys, almost three times their number.

Although the other party walked at a leisurely pace, chatting as if they were on a picnic, it seemed that he did not take them seriously.

But it is precisely because of this that V dare not underestimate it at all.

Those who come to the bridge at this critical moment are definitely the elite among the elite.

In fact, she was not wrong.

These guys carrying swords and without any trace of prosthetics on their bodies are Yoshihiru's men, the swordsman of the Tiger Claw Gang, "Yojimbo".

"What a jerk, old man. He's eating well but he asked us to guard the bridge. Why are we so eager to do this even though we're slacking off?"

"If you ask me, why not just let Jotaro's people fight that Hive to the death? Everyone knows what that annoying guy is up to."

"enough!"

Several swordsmen were casually holding toothpicks in their mouths, rubbing their bloated stomachs and talking contemptuously about Jotaro, but when they talked about their teacher Yoshiki, suddenly a serious voice stopped them.

"Don't question the teacher's decision, it's an insult."

The leader stopped and looked back at his fellow apprentices behind him. Everyone caught by his gaze suddenly became as quiet as a chicken and dared not say anything.

"I'm so sorry, Big Brother, we are being rude!"

A few guys who had made mistakes in their remarks hurriedly apologized, without any trace of their previous lax attitude.

Then the man withdrew his gaze and stopped talking.

The Yojimbo players behind him took a deep breath with lingering fear.

If I wasn't careful, I would have almost gotten into trouble with this plague god.

This guy, who is nearly two meters tall, with a naked muscular upper body, a face full of scars, and black hair tied into a high ponytail, is their eldest senior brother, named Musashi.

Of course, rather than respecting the title of the eldest senior brother, these fellow disciples felt more fear.

Because this guy's swordsmanship is very strong, second only to Shifan Yihui.

If it were just this, there would be no problem, but Musashi's title as the best teacher in the school was earned through hard work.

In every duel, he would kill the challenged one ruthlessly. So far, no challenged one has been able to survive at his hands.

Eventually he killed his way up and became the so-called eldest senior brother. Of course, the most famous name among his fellow brothers was still "Ghost Musashi".

“Yojimbo” fans often wonder whether Musashi’s next challenge target will be his master Yoshiki himself.

But considering Musashi's unusually respectful attitude towards his teacher, it doesn't seem to be the case.

But no one dares to mess with him.

After all, this guy seems to be only interested in killing the strong, and he doesn't care about weaklings like them, just like weeds on the roadside.

And now, this two-meter-tall guy, who looked like a slender giant, stood in front of the vigilant mobile team.

In front of everyone's gaze, he drew the samurai sword from his waist and dragged it in a circle on the ground.