In the scrap iron yard on the outskirts of the city, discarded steel bars and iron blocks are piled up everywhere, and Nuo Da's factory is brightly lit.

On the high platform, Yamamoto Ichiro was greedily chewing on Xia Weiwei who was tied to the shelf, and said, "Hey, this flower girl is so juicy, wow!" Before he finished speaking... He ignored the screams of the girl in his arms,

His rough hands tore off her dress in one fell swoop.

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And under the high platform, Mai Inoue was holding a white knife towel and carefully wiping the Japanese sword with a cold light in her hand...!

Chen Xiaofei and Wang Wenjun looked at Chen Xiaofei and Wang Wenjun, who were thrown in the corner with vague eyes, and then cast their eyes into the darkness outside the gate.

"Inoue-kun, don't you come to taste it?" Yamamoto Ichiro neatly unbuttoned his clothes and pants with both hands, and turned around with a smile.

"I'm not interested, don't play to death!" Inoue Mai frowned and said without looking back.

Mai Inoue was inherited from the Yeying Shogunate of the island country. Different from his cold image, he is a real samurai. He is obsessed with sword skills all day long.

The Bushido spirit of honor, loyalty, courage, justice, etiquette, sincerity, restraint and benevolence!

In his heart, nothing is more enjoyable than a hearty battle!

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After Brother Dao had just deployed his brothers, he heard a heartbreaking shout from behind. He couldn't help but tremble and turned his head to look.

The exciting and intense scene on the high platform made him swallow with great difficulty, and turned his head back with great difficulty. Then he walked up to Inoue Mai with small steps, held his crotch between his legs and said with a low eyebrow:

"Inoue-kun, we are ready."

Mai Inoue sheathed the Japanese sword smoothly and gave Brother Dao a cold look.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Brother Dao suddenly felt extremely sick!

He walked to his group of people... and arrogantly raised the Wu rifle in his hand and shouted to his brothers: "As long as that kid dares to come! I can send him to the West in one round!"

Suddenly, Brother Dao felt a biting coldness. He turned his head tremblingly and saw Inoue Mai's cold eyes staring at his right arm holding the gun.

He suddenly remembered that after he escaped in embarrassment the day before yesterday, Inoue Mai also looked at his left arm with this look, and then as soon as the sword flashed, there were hundreds of Lingchi-like knife marks on his left arm...!

My whole body shivered and I was agitated... Brother Dao immediately stood up, bent down, bowed, and said tremblingly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Inoue!"

Inoue Mai stood there coldly.

The swordsman below was so frightened that he didn't even dare to fart...! The swordsman was even more bent over, his head covered with sweat, and he didn't dare to move. The whole hall only echoed the sound of Yamamoto Ichiro's violent breathing and Wei from the high platform.

Wei's wailing sound is getting weaker and weaker...

"Don't move for a moment, he...is mine!"

After finishing speaking, Inoue Mai tightened the cold knife in her hand, turned around and looked calmly at the dark door.

There was a trace of expectation in his eyes: "You will come, right!"

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After getting out of the taxi, Geng Mo looked up at the dark night...

It's extremely desolate and gloomy here.

When the taxi driver got here, he didn't even dare to drive forward...

Although he also saw the light in the scrap iron yard in the distance, he just didn't dare to move forward.

It’s so scary!

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Geng Mo paid the fare, got out of the car and walked towards the scrap iron yard...

Halfway through, he suddenly stopped... In this dark night, he could actually see clearly...!

But these are not important now.

He came here this time to save his brother...!

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When the taxi driver was returning, he suddenly found a row of fierce vehicles parked on the roadside not far away... They were all silent and turned off. He was so frightened that he suddenly stepped on the accelerator and sped off.

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Sitting in the first military vehicle in line was a burly officer with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He sat in the front with his back straight and said nothing... and the person sitting in the back row was Mr. Guo.

"Xiao Zhang, please arrange for a reconnaissance company to go there. No matter what happens, don't act rashly. Just report to me."

Mr. Guo leaned on his seat and said with half-squinted eyes.

"Yes! Chief!"

The officer quickly gave the order.

"Let's go there too, but don't get too close."

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Inside the scrap iron factory.

Geng Mo was lying by the window with eyes split open...!

"Friend, since we are here, why don't we meet...?" Aso Inoue stood there.

He was always calm, but his voice was very penetrating.

"Peng!——" With a loud noise, Geng Mo slammed open the window and rolled on the ground when he landed. There was a steel bar as thick as an arm in his hand!

Mai Inoue pursed her lips and smiled calmly.

Geng Mo jumped up from the ground with red eyes and rushed towards the beast Yamamoto who was violently attacking Weiwei!

Suddenly, an afterimage passed by, and before Geng Mo could be frightened, a sharp cold light pierced towards him...!

Before he could think too much, Geng Mo's right arm suddenly exerted force, and the steel bar in his hand hit the intruder with a whistling sound!

There was a loud "Boom--" and the two of them each took three steps back.

Inoue Aso stretched his sore wrists and thought to himself, this kid has so much strength!

But when he saw Geng Mo's current situation clearly, he was even more shocked, with a cruel smile in his eyes: "Are all your injuries healed?"

With a roar of satisfaction, Yamamoto Ichiro was done. He turned around, but did not take another look at Xia Weiwei, who had been tortured to the point of near death.

Yamamoto Ichiro touched his chin, sniffed the smell on his fingers, smiled and shouted below: "Yoshi, you really dare to come alone?!"

Geng Mo stared at Yamamoto, his eyes filled with coldness: "You deserve to die!"

"Ah ha ha!"

Yamamoto laughed wildly, then pointed at Geng Mo and said arrogantly: "None of you can leave today, you are all dead!"

"...Haha!" Geng Mo clenched the steel bar in his hand with red eyes, and saw Xiao Fei and Wang Wenjun thrown into the corner like tatters...

He was so angry that he became frighteningly silent.

Geng Mo stood there, with a hint of coldness that was not like human beings in his eyes, looking at everyone present.

The glaring cold is like ice slag, one for all in the scrap iron factory.

I suddenly felt so cold that my bones were shaking...!

Brother Dao kept giving signs with his eyes, and the gang of horses stepped aside one after another...in order to leave enough space for Inoue Mai and Xiao Sha Shen.

Yamamoto Ichiro, on the other hand, stood on the high platform with great interest and sneered while watching the play.

He didn't even bother to put on his clothes and let the big ugly thing hang there.

In his opinion, although this Chinese boy is considered powerful, he is not enough in front of the martial arts idiot Inoue-kun.

Haha, at most it can only be regarded as a stronger ant.

What's more, Inoue-kun is a strong man in the foundation-building realm!

Geng Mo looked at Mai Inoue coldly and said, "Aren't you coming?" The momentum around him rose rapidly, Geng Mo roared angrily, and burst out with a punch of Funiu Fist: "Then...I'm coming!"

Inoue Mai didn't panic at all, the cold knife didn't come out of her body, she just raised her hand and used the scabbard to slash at Geng Mo's iron fist. She only heard the sound of "Gang!". After one blow, Geng Mo took advantage of the situation and used the steel iron rod to hit her hard.

He swung it towards Mai Inoue's path! The latter didn't panic, still lowered the scabbard to block it, and kicked Geng Mo away with a flying kick!

With a "Boom!", Geng Mo hit the concrete floor of the factory building hard. When he stood up again, blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Bah!" Geng Mo spit out a mouthful of blood foam on the ground, threw away the bent iron rod, clenched his fists with a rattling sound, and shouted: "Again!"

"That's right," Inoue Mai's ice-cold face actually raised a sly smile: "Come on!"

In the room of lightning and flint, the two of them fought dozens of moves with inhuman movements, leaving the crowd of spectators dumbfounded.

This is so much more exciting than a martial arts movie!

Yamamoto Ichiro's eyebrows were twisted together!

During the frenzied fight, Geng Mo became more and more courageous as he fought, his fists were like meteors and his legs were like whips. It didn't matter if he exchanged injuries for injuries. There were more and more wounds on his body...!

But he has one thing in mind!

Just do it hard!
To be continued...