A black Honda sedan was parked on the coastal road.
The middle-aged woman in a coat hurriedly got out of the car, picked up a telescope and looked into the distance.
When she saw the scene of fire and explosions in the distance, the middle-aged woman's face turned pale.
"The coast defense line has been breached? Impossible...impossible..."
"Is that... the 'Samurai' aircraft carrier that the mobile unit is riding on? It actually... sank?"
"Why is this happening?"
"Why?"
The middle-aged woman put down her telescope and backed away repeatedly. Her expression was extremely ugly, and she could not stand still for a while.
"No! We can't go on like this! Otherwise, Divine Doctor Lin may really want to enter the country. In that case, the face of our Great Sakura Empire will be completely lost! People all over the world will laugh at us!"
"At this time, we can only ask that person to take action!"
The middle-aged woman murmured to herself, quickly took out her mobile phone and tried to dial the number.
However, a voice suddenly floated from the side.
"Miss Sakurako, there's no need to invite us, we're already here!"
The middle-aged woman was startled and turned her head sideways.
But unexpectedly, he saw a man and a woman standing next to him.
Both of them were wearing kimonos and looked very casual, but the aura they exuded was enough to make people suffocate.
"Lord Yihuo, Lord Shuibu?" The middle-aged woman was overjoyed and quickly bowed: "I would like to ask you two adults to take action quickly to eliminate that guy. He must not be allowed to enter the country!"
"Can't you handle those losers below? You are too disappointing. Our Great Sakura Empire has been completely disgraced by you!" The man named Yihuo snorted, stepped forward on wooden clogs, and said calmly: "
But don’t worry, now that we are here! He won’t live long!”
"I feel relieved that you two are here." The middle-aged woman breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly said: "Please take action now, otherwise the ANBU and the Sannin...
I can't hold on for long..."
"It's too easy to kill that person, but we are not qualified to take action today!" the woman named Shui Bu said with a chuckle.
"Not qualified to take action? Sirs, I don't understand what you mean..." the middle-aged woman asked in confusion.
But I saw Yi Huo looking towards the top of the mountain halfway up the mountainside.
The middle-aged woman hurriedly looked at him. In an instant, his face looked horrified, his whole body trembled, and he knelt down on the ground.
"Mr. Yaqi? You actually...are here too?"
It turned out that there was an old man sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain. There was a tea table in front of the old man. He was drinking tea leisurely under the night, ignoring the middle-aged woman at all.
"The teacher said that this time he will personally take action. The trash from the Anbu and Sannin tribe will die as soon as they die. After the magic doctor Lin has cleaned up the trash, the teacher will invite him to drink tea. As for you, you can go back to sleep.
Now, the teacher will handle everything here! As for Zhongchuan, let him close the stage as soon as possible!"
Yihuo smiled proudly.
"Of course! Mr. Baqi has appeared, and Dr. Lin has only one way to die. So, I'll leave it to you, sir!"
The middle-aged woman hurriedly bowed, got in the car and left without hesitation.
Through the car window, she glanced at Lin Yang, her eyes full of pity.
"Master Yaqi has appeared! Doctor Lin, no one can save you this time! After all, the one who appears this time is the patron saint of our Great Sakura Empire!"
The middle-aged woman knew that the overall situation here had been decided. Although Lin Yang was invincible, there was no way he could deal with the patron saint of a country!
She knew exactly how scary the old man drinking tea on the top of the mountain was.
Wei Xin, Fei Cun, and even the ninja god Takahashi Imura looked like a three-year-old child in front of that old man.
"It seems that the higher-ups still attach great importance to this matter! This time, people all over the world can understand who is the orthodox martial artist between the two countries!"
The middle-aged woman exhaled, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.
Coastal defense line.
Bang!
The katana in the scarred man's hand fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
He stared at Lin Yang in front of him with wide eyes, and then slowly fell to the ground, breathless.
And standing in front of Lin Yang was Hattori, whose face was covered.
The rest of the people were already lying on the ground.
"If you leave now, you can still save your life." Lin Yang said calmly.
"This is my country, there is no way I can escape! Doctor Lin, you are indeed very strong, but even so, I will fight to the end!"
Hattori roared, holding the ninja sword and killing again.
But the next second, a silver needle stabbed his neck accurately.
Hattori trembled all over, and the ninja sword in his hand fell to the ground.
"I admire you very much, but I also have my mission!"
Lin Yang said lightly.
Hattori's eyes widened, he whimpered, and lay down too.
Lin Yang dusted himself off, stepped forward, directly crossed the defense line, and officially entered the country.
"Friends below, are you tired? Please come up and have a cup of tea!"
At this time, a voice speaking in perfect Chinese was heard from the top of the mountain behind the defense line.
