People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Three majestic white-haired old men just crawled out of the manor.

Even though they were covered in blood and had various black wounds on their muscles, they still survived so many RPG explosions.

The three old men roared in unison, their tattered clothes stretched out, their muscles swelled, and they rushed out transformed into monsters with various strange forms.

Although his limbs were still broken and half of his head was missing, he still ran swiftly.

Da da da.

Da da da.

In the cars coming from all directions, more than a dozen machine guns were sticking out of the windows, and flames were spewing out from the muzzles, and there was another round of non-stop shooting.

The bullets crossed and concentrated their fire, shooting densely at the three of them.

The three old men raised their arms, which turned black, to protect the vital parts of their bodies.

Clang clang clang.

The bullets kept hitting their arms, as if they were hitting steel plates.

There was a metallic sound and a burst of metallic sparks.

Although the arms of the three old men blocked a lot of bullets, other parts of their bodies were still riddled with bullet holes.

The body was already covered in blood, and now there were several more holes, with blood gushing out of them.

The three of them had no choice but to hold their heads to resist, using their legs to jump quickly, trying to avoid the intertwined firepower range of the rain of bullets.

The old man with half of his head missing was already seriously injured, and he could no longer withstand the attack after another round of gunfire.

In the end, his physical strength was gone, and even the muscles in his arms could not stop the bullets, and he was shot to death on the spot.

It turned into a hornet's nest.

"The third child."

"The third child."

The remaining two old men were breathing heavily, their faces were ferocious, their eyes were bulging, and their eye sockets were red.

He moved sideways and vertically a few times, and finally dodged the arc of rain of bullets and concentrated fire.

He quickly arrived near the gate of the manor and rushed towards Kana Morisawa.

"Mori Sawa Kana, you're so brave."

"I'm going to tear you apart."

Just as the two old men were about to approach.

Four huge figures appeared and stopped them.

Four old men with muscular bodies and tattoos all over their bodies, with unparalleled momentum, their claws were as fast as the wind.

Each of them transformed into their original form and instantly surrounded the two old men. For a moment, roars were heard everywhere and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

It was already four against two, and two of them were seriously injured.

How could he withstand the fierce attack of four people?

In just a few minutes, the four men tore the remaining two old men into pieces.

Izumo Yayoi was stunned by the sudden scene.

That's not what they reported.

Isn’t it said that the Yamaguchi-gumi has long been firmly under their control?

Isn't it said that this seventh generation human beauty has no martial arts skills, only some business acumen, and is not worthy of attention?

Isn't it said that this human woman is seductive and charming?

How come only the last one is true?

As the prince of the ancient country of Izumo, he came out with a mission on his own and originally thought that he would be able to take over the position of the eighth generation of the Yamaguchi-gumi very smoothly.

Unify the Japanese underworld and lay the most solid outpost for the ancient country of Izumo to enter the kingdom of God.

The current seventh generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi is a beautiful woman, but she is just an ordinary human woman after all. How much ability can she have?

His greatest ability is probably to roll around and beg for mercy.

But he couldn't believe what he saw. In just a few minutes, several of his predecessors from the ancient country of Izumo died tragically in front of him.

The five old men who came out were no less powerful than them.

The beautiful and charming woman in front of him seemed to be completely unconcerned about what was happening.

Didn't even look at it.

She's even putting on makeup.

Kana Morisawa listened to the melodious screams, picked up the makeup mirror from her bag and looked at herself.

She nodded in satisfaction, except that she started talking too much and her lipstick was a little off, but the rest of her makeup was perfect.

She then took out her lipstick, her favorite bright red.

Slowly painting and applying red lipstick.

The rhythm is like the man's big hands gently caressing after being brutal.

After the man left.

Kana Morisawa told herself that she had to be very exquisite at every moment.

Because there is no guarantee that the powerful man will appear beside her at any moment.

Who knows.

"Madam, all three are dead. We've checked and there's nothing wrong." The tattooed, white-haired old man retracted his body, walked over and spoke respectfully in a low voice.

"Madam, what should we do?" the old man who was pinching Izumo Yayoi's neck asked in a deep voice.

Kana Morisawa had turned around, but then turned back.

"I almost forgot about this little friend."

Kana Morisawa walked forward with a charming smile and patted Yayoi Izumo's face.

“Are you big?”

Too terrified to speak, Izumo Yayoi nodded frantically.

"Haha, little friend, you really don't know what big is. It's a pity that my man can't show you, otherwise, I really want to see your shocked look."

Hum.....hehe.

Kana Morisawa hummed coquettishly, covering her mouth and giggling.

She twisted her waist, turned around gracefully, and walked away in her high heels.

"Just bury him alive. He's so young and pitiful. Don't smash his body." Kana Morisawa spoke softly from behind her charming figure.

Izumo Yayoi struggled and roared frantically, but her vision darkened and the old man's other big hand covered her.

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Shen Muli came out of the bathroom and snuggled back into Fang Zuo's arms.

The little head hesitated for a few times and tears were about to fall again.

"Go home and have a look, maybe everything is fine."

"Don't cry, there are murderers in the Tsukahara family waiting for you to take revenge."

Fang Zuo calmed Shen Muli down with just two words.

Shen Muli was in Fang Zuo's arms. She wiped the tears from her innocent and charming face and clenched her fists.

Master is right.

Shenmuli, you have to be strong, go find your brother, and then go home together.

Go home first, and then seek revenge on the remaining Tsukahara murderers.

Shen Muli sat up straight, hooked her hands around Fang Zuo's neck, and pressed her two soft bulges tightly against him.

He gave Fang Zuo a light kiss.

"Thank you, Master."

Fang Zuo nodded: "Thank you, am I done?"

"Master, wait for me to come back." Shen Muli's face was red and bleeding: "When I come back, I will give you my first time."

After saying that, he leaned forward and kissed her again, then ran away as if he was running for his life.

Ok?

Fang Zuo was stunned.

Is there some misunderstanding?

I mean, just thank me and that's it?

You should also thank Zhang Benhe.

They helped you get rid of the most powerful swordsman.

Before anyone could call out to her, Shenmuli had already disappeared in a flash.

Then, Fang Zuo shook his head helplessly and closed his eyes to rest.

Sensing the locations of the two groups of ghosts.

Before he could open his mind, the phone rang.

It was Shiraishi Nagimitsu who called.

After Fang Zuo received a call, he took a taxi and went to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's office.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu rarely calls Fang Zuo.

Mostly text messages.

This smart and beautiful woman never asks for anything. What she always does is share trivial matters, rely on men, and express her love.

These three things are irresistible to all men.

It is the most powerful emotion of a woman.

Make a man willingly give away what he has when he is trapped in his own cocoon.

But today is an exception.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu actually called.

For the first time ever, Fang Zuo accompanied her to a lecture.

Fang Zuo came to the building where Shiraishi Nagimitsu's office was located.

A dozen assistants were busy outside.

Inside the glass wall, Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood alone in the office with his head down, thinking about something.

Looking from afar.

A pair of increasingly full and rounded behemoths pushed the thin gray sweater into an extremely exaggerated curve.

Under the black professional uniform skirt, a pair of beautiful legs are tightly wrapped in non-transparent black silk hip-hugging tights.

This non-transparent black silk hip-wrapped pantyhose covered the fair and delicate skin of Shiraishi Nagi's legs.

But when stretched by the plump thighs, it takes on a faint, smooth luster.

This luster is very similar to the one that appears in the darkness of every night when Shiraishi Nagi falls into a faint.

The shiny, smooth and fragrant sweat on the white and tender body.

It has the hormonal smell of a girl and a woman blended together.

It is captivating and has a peachy fragrance.

Fang Zuo walked to the door of Shiraishi Nagimitsu's office and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked back, a look of surprise on her face.