A city in Northeast China.

A group of people dressed in black rushed towards a high-rise building vigorously.

Miyuan Yi, who was leading the team, looked back at the forty-eight members of the Black Dragon Society who were following behind him. His eyes were filled with murderous aura, like a wolf meeting a sheep queen.

When he was approaching the building, Miyuan Yi waved his hand gently, and everyone behind him stopped.

"Today, we are fighting for the rejuvenation of the Yamato nation. We are fighting so that future generations will not live on a small island. Drink to death for the honor! Warriors, kill me!" As soon as he finished speaking, he took out the gun he carried on his back.

Nagafune's sword swung forward.

The others also drew their swords almost at the same time. After a burst of sword light, everyone rushed towards the building under the command of Miyuan Yi.

As soon as they rushed to the bottom of the building, they heard a sound of "push, plop", and several men in black dropped their Japanese swords and fell to the ground.

"No, there's an ambush!" Miyuan Yi's first reaction was to "withdraw."

But it's too late!

At the same time as he issued the retreat order, intensive gunfire rang out.

As intensive gunfire rang out, more than a dozen people fell down.

Looking at the more than 20 men who fell before even seeing the enemy, Miyuan Yi felt like crying.

"Now that we know we are coming, isn't it too despicable to use this method? You have the ability to duel like a samurai!" Miyuan Yi shouted loudly.

At this time, he never thought that his sneak attack was not bright. Japan is really a nation that only looks at its own strengths and focuses on the shortcomings of others. It is so arrogant!

"Your Excellency, aren't you despicable!? We, the Longxiao Gang, didn't invite you here. Didn't you see the notice written there?" As he spoke, a ray of light shone on a small, palm-sized sign.

It says in Japanese: "Don't come close at night, otherwise bullets will greet you!"

"Who can see such a small sign like yours?" Miyuan Yi shouted.

"Japanese slaves have always been short, so I didn't change it. I forgot that after World War II, your Yamato breed was improved by the Americans!" The mean voice rang again.

"You, you... kill me!" Mihara Yoshi ordered with his body trembling with anger.

"Boys, the shotgun greeting is over. Now it's time to kill the pig. Remember, I want to test the training results of the recent period. This is the test. Give me your answer sheet carefully. The test time is fifty minutes. Start!" the man continued.

As the word "start" fell to the ground, dozens of people flashed out with a "whoosh, whoosh", and each of them rushed towards the Japanese with either a knife or a stick.

Soon the two sides came to a fight.

These remaining members of the Black Dragon Society are all masters trained by the Nine Demons and Demons. Once they meet their opponents, they kill them fiercely. For a moment, those who rush towards them are suppressed by their powerful murderous intent.

"Boys, do you want to pass the exam? If you fail, I will have to undergo intensive training for half a year!" The mean voice rang again.

As soon as these words were said, the suppressed people felt like they had been given a shot in the arm, shouting "kill" and rushed towards the men in black.

The two sides met each other with swords, and fought with fists and kicks.

Angry roars and screams kept coming, and Miyuan Yi found that the forty-eight people he had brought with him were decreasing in each city, and finally only he and two of his subordinates were left.

The other forty-five people all went to see Amaterasu!

Miyuan Yi and the other three stood back to back, but the Chinese who surrounded them did not rush forward again. This gave Miyuan Yi a breath of breath at last.

"Have you rested enough? Come on, let me take you all to meet the god Amaterasu raised by your sister!" As the mean voice fell, a man with red hair appeared in the field.

Those who surrounded Miyuan Yi and the other three bowed respectfully when they saw the red-haired man.

He nodded to everyone and said, "Okay, it took thirty-six minutes. Not bad. There was no attrition. Your team performed well!" said the red-haired man.

"Oh——" everyone shouted excitedly.

Seeing how fanatical these people were, Miyuan Yi had extremely ominous thoughts about the president sending people to China to provoke.

Seeing the red-haired man walking towards him, Miyuan Yi couldn't help but hold the handle of the knife in his hand tighter.

"Come on, little devil, do you think this is still the Northeast decades ago? I tell you clearly that it is not! Go wild in my Longxiao Gang's territory and go to hell. Do it! What? You don't dare anymore?

Are you a bear? It’s useless! As long as you have a breath, I will beat you until your mother can’t even recognize you today!” the red-haired man shouted.

"Baga!" Mihara Yoshi shouted angrily and struck Hong Mao with his Nagabune sword.

In a flash of cold light, the other two people also cooperated in a tacit understanding and took action!

Three knives slashed at Hong Mao from the top, middle and bottom.

The red-haired man's eyes flashed, and he pursed his lips and smiled. The smile was murderous, mocking and contemptuous!

Seeing that the opponent's three swords were about to hit him, Miyuan Yi and his two companions were already prepared for the blood splattered on Hong Mao's body after being split open by the sword.

But suddenly, without warning, the red-haired man disappeared, and the three knives were cut into the air, and the three of them almost collided with each other due to their inertia.

Just when the old strength of the three people was gone and new strength was not born, a roar of "Go to death!" came from the air.

Then a silver light flashed, and a powerful murderous aura suddenly shot at Miyuan Yi and the others. Before the three of them could recover, they saw a bright light flying towards them.

With expressions of disbelief, reluctance, and shock, the heads and bodies of the three people were separated, and then their bodies turned into a shower of blood and minced meat with a burst of "pop, pop" sounds!

The fighting here has just ended, and similar fighting is going on in other parts of Northeast China.

Ren Xiaoyao, who is far away in City A, is sitting in the conference room of Shenlong Building, watching the live video, and is very appreciative of the battle of his Longfeng Team. He knows that his real army has been formed, and now there is another one.

When a powerful enemy comes, he no longer needs to hire mercenaries.

When I think of mercenaries, I can't help but think of Joyce, the German cow lover.

After thinking of Joyce, Ren Xiaoyao had another idea.

"Baby, did you miss me?" Ren Xiaoyao dialed Joyce's phone.

"What a shame, you finally called me!" Joyce's excited voice came from the phone.

"I've been very busy, that's why I called. How is your business lately?" Ren Xiaoyao asked.
Chapter completed!