This was a premeditated action, so there were no opening greetings, and the bosozokus carrying knives and guns did not intend to let anyone alive in this store live.
But there are only these dozens of people, and they don't seem to pay much attention to the current only emperor of the Sheqi family.
Yuan Zhisheng slowly pushed open the sheath of the boy's sword with his thumb, and inch by inch, cold light spilled out of the slender blade. Even the heavy rain in the dark night could not block this sharpness.
"If you are unable to do so, you can hide behind me."
The young mafia master turned around and gave orders to his left and right. He bent forward with a knife and swung the knife at high speed, bringing up streaks of scarlet blood, which mixed with the raindrops and flowed down into the sewer.
The dark night is a suitable battlefield for both sides. It depends on who can take advantage of the environment to stand out.
There was another bang, the shotgun spit out deadly flames, and the flying lead bullets hit the comic bookshelves and the action figures wall, leaving deep traces of bullet holes.
Aso Zhen covered his head and couldn't help but scream, while Caesar rolled close to the ground to avoid the swarm of lead bullets in mid-air.
"If you're scared, just lie down behind the cabinet without showing your head."
He used broken Japanese to calm Zhen's emotions. The girl raised her head and saw only a pair of golden eyes emitting cold light in the darkness.
"Thank...thank you."
Through this cold light, she could vaguely distinguish Caesar's blond hair and blue eyes. She obediently lowered her body as much as possible and slowly moved to a safe place.
"Really, don't be afraid, I will protect you."
Noda Hisashi's loud shouting came from a corner of the store. He was waving a baseball bat wildly at this moment, as if he was attacking an imaginary enemy not far away.
Then he suddenly screamed, "What kind of monsters are these?"
Dozens of pairs of golden eyes gradually opened in the dark night, stacked in layers from far to near. These bosozokus rarely have dragon blood, although it may be so thin that they have not awakened the spirit of speech.
But the golden eyes are enough to show that their combat power is far beyond comparison with others.
"Japan is the real dragon's nest."
Even Lu Mingfei, who was hiding in the corner and shooting black guns, couldn't help but sigh, no wonder the principal cares so much about the Japanese branch.
"Something's wrong. Ever since I saw Sakurai Akira transforming into a dragon, I've felt something was wrong."
Caesar shook his head. He always felt that a behind-the-scenes organization had appeared in the world in recent years, pushing forward the evolution of hybrids. Even if this evolutionary path was accompanied by white bones.
"Extreme, direct, and brutal, it removes any moral constraints and shackles of the rule of law, and completely creates a living environment where the weak can prey on the strong."
Chu Zihang held up the spider to block the door of the store, preventing those crazy bosozoku teenagers from rushing in. At the same time, he defended Yuan Zhisheng, who was rushing in front of him.
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"I know, the person behind the scenes is the darkened principal. He wants to build a shadow army like the one in "The Adventures of Jackie Chan"."
With an attitude of never giving up on his words, Lu Mingfei pretended to think for a while and then gave the answer.
"It seems that you are very confident that you can get out of here alive."
With a chuckle, the blazing golden eyes broke through the boundless darkness, and the crimson blade faced Gen Zhisheng like a tiger in a pack of wolves, completely suppressing the momentum of the young master of the Genji family.
"Brother, I'm here to see you again. Do you want to go to hell with me?"
The seemingly longing words contained actual murderous intent, making both Caesar and Chu Zihang think of the young man with a plain and elegant face they had seen before, Kazama Ruri.
His thin body seemed to be crawling with a giant dragon breathing scorching flames, and the boundless wind and waves were constantly blowing the blood-red robes around him.
"The rest will be dealt with by you. You have to act quickly, no matter life or death."
Kazama Ruri shouted coldly at random, but these muscle-bound bosozokus did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, they responded loudly to show that they were obeying the order.
Obviously, this so-called Royal Knights of the Church is essentially a black glove serving the eternal hell. Customers make ordinary wishes in the casino, and Sakurai Kogure is responsible for contacting them to implement them.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
More and more bosozoku gathered in front of the shop, raising their short-barreled shotguns and shotguns to shoot. Chu Zihang and Yuan Zhisheng's few retainers simply could not withstand such violent firepower.
"Escape upstairs."
Sakura waved her palm, and several sharp blades pierced the body of the bosozoku not far away, causing screams. Then she turned around and jumped lightly across the broken glass window.
This comic shop is located on the first floor of the building, with an Internet cafe, hotel and cinema above it. There is a stairwell out the back door.
Now the power supply to the entire street has been cut off, and they have no time to call for rescue.
"Take the others and leave first."
Chu Zihang drew a circle with his knife to temporarily resist the bozos who were rushing forward with strange screams, and waited for Yaksha and Crow to retreat from him.
"Really, really, come with me."
Hisashi Noda finally stopped his crazy cloak-and-stick tactics. In fact, at least half of the comic shop's losses must be attributed to him.
Now only Yuan Zhisheng and Kazama Ruri are left fighting on the street. Even if there is a short-sighted person who wants to come up and stab him, Kazama Ruri will mercilessly repulse him.
Chu Zihang finally burst out with a fierce round of Junyan. Dozens of 0.2 to 3-inch lead bullets were melted and pushed away by the high temperature of the reaction force. His iceberg-like expression finally changed, and his chest began to pant violently.
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"とつげき!"
Seeing this tough guy like a wolf, he retreated, and the remaining cautious delinquents howled loudly, completely ignoring the fallen bodies of their companions, and poured into the door with machetes like a tide.
They are like hungry jackals, baring their teeth in challenge when encountering ferocious tigers and leopards, and opening their claws to bite the fleeing wild deer.
The more cowardly the other party shows, the more vicious he becomes.
"Hey, why don't you follow?"
The boy with pink hair at the end of the team suddenly turned around, and his ferocious golden eyes reflected a figure outside the battle group.
He was still wearing a heavy helmet, standing thinly under the street on a rainy night.
At this moment, Kazama Ruri and Yuan Zhisheng, who were fighting, were getting further and further away from them.
"Asshole, are you deaf when I talk to you? You are a coward."
Seeing that his words had no response, the pink-haired little leader immediately rushed forward with a steel pipe in anger, wanting to teach the guy hiding at the back a lesson.
"Bang!"
The dull sound of flesh contacting the steel pipe was drowned in the sound of the rain. With just one punch, the steel pipe that Fenmao swung towards him bent into a weird arc. Then his whole body arched in mid-air, and he fell to the ground on his back.
"puff!"
The pink-haired young man choked on the stagnant water on the roadside, and then coughed out blood. A black boot casually ran over his head and stepped straight into the store door.