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"Hey, what about talking to you, when Lao Tzu died?" Han Long saw that the other party's eyes were rolling, and he didn't know what the other party was thinking, so he gave two crisp slaps in the face, causing the corners of the other party's mouth to crack and knock out a few teeth.

"Yes, yes, yes, I said, I said, don't fight, don't fight!" Yamamoto smiled bitterly in his heart, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly said to forgive, he was under the eaves and had to bow his head.

At this moment, his heart is in a mess, so he can only open his mouth to forgive first, otherwise the other party will slap him again, and I am afraid that he will really have to explain here.

This Han Long, the background must not be simple, otherwise how could someone come to the door so quickly, Yamamoto Ichiro quickly understood the key to the matter.

"Are you from the Yamaguchi-gumi?" Han Long wanted the other party to implement it.

"Yes!" Yamamoto quickly admitted, trying to get the other party to throw a rat trap.

Only this time......

Disappointing him, Han Long immediately raised his right hand.

"Smack!"

It was another resounding slap in the face, which made Yamamoto's eyes full of gold stars.

"The Yamaguchi group is amazing, dare to touch our Boss Han!"

There was a hot stinging pain on his face again, and Han Long's naked greeting sounded in his ears, and Yamamoto almost fainted

"You bastard!" Yamamoto scolded.

As a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi, he can walk sideways in most parts of Japan, and in other places, others will taboo him.

With the aura of the Yamaguchi-gumi, he has always been slapped by others, how can he report the name of the Yamaguchi-gumi like today, and be slapped by others?

Shame, absolute shame.

Anger made Yamamoto Ichiro's facial muscles extremely distorted, and he wanted to peel and debone Han Long immediately, but now that people were swordsman, he was like fish and meat, so he had to grit his teeth tightly, and desperately suppressed the anger in his heart with what little reason he had.

"My grandfather is the prime minister of Japan, and my father is ......" Although he was angry, Yamamoto Oncero, who was much stronger than his peers in his heart, wanted to make Han Long throw himself into a bogey by fighting his father.

"Smack!"

It was still a resounding slap in the face.

Only this time, Han Long pulled it with his backhand.

This slap directly blinded Yamamoto Ichiro, and he felt that his brain was no longer good.

"Cao, you are paralyzed, your grandfather and your father are amazing, even if they are the emperor Laozi, I can still beat you to death! Do you believe it?" Han Long's attitude was even more arrogant than that of Yamamoto Takeshiro.

Grandma, Lao Tzu has never been afraid of anyone, on this earth. Han Long thought indignantly in his heart.

"Madman!

Yamamoto Ichiro had been made by Han Long to lose his mind, and he wailed, as if he had completely collapsed: "What the hell are you going to do to let me go?"

Let you go, are you dreaming? Han Long thought with hatred in his heart, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and his thoughts turned around, and he said, "What about that golden silk armor? Hand it over, or I can spare you from dying." ”

Hearing that Han Long's tone seemed to be loosened, Yamamoto Kazuro, who was originally full of fear and was scared, was like a drowning man grabbing the last life-saving straw, as if he was crazy, completely ignoring the pain on his body, and shouted: "On me, I wore it on my body, it's all for you, please stop torturing me!"

Han Long lifted the other party's forbidden technique, and Yamamoto Ichiro suddenly curled up like a pile of mud, convulsing violently, like a dead dog.

Han Longsan peeled off the golden silk armor from the other party's body with two strokes, and there were some blood stains on the armor, which was probably dripped when Yamamoto vomited blood just now.

Regardless of Yamamoto Ichiro still beside him, Han Long raised his hand and used a water purification technique, a water ball with a diameter of fifty centimeters appeared out of thin air, Han Long casually threw the golden silk armor into the water ball, only to see that the golden silk armor was washed by the flowing water inside and out, and even those blood stains melted into the water.

Han Long made a move, and the golden silk armor suddenly flew into his hand as if he was summoned, and with a wave of his hand, the water balloon automatically flew into the toilet in the bathroom and disappeared as if it had eyes.

I stroked the gold silk armor in my hand, it felt warm, smooth and supple, and there was not even a trace of wetness.

Yamamoto Kazuro witnessed the whole process, and his pupils instantly widened, is this making a movie? Is this guy a magician? Why is he watching a ghost story?

Han Long turned his head and just saw Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes full of doubts, and couldn't help but smile: "This golden silk armor should be regarded as a little interest, let's get down to business!"

Seeing the harmless smile on Han Long's face, an ominous feeling suddenly rose in Yamamoto Ichira's heart, is he talking about himself?

Before the thought was finished, Han Long had already picked him up with one hand and carried him into the bathroom like a chicken, and as soon as his hand was released, there was a muffled "bang", and Yamamoto Yilang spread out in the bathtub like a dead dog.

Kazuro Yamamoto's instinct tells him that the other party will kill him.

Really going to kill him.

The feeling is very strong, very intense.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, Yamamoto said bitterly, "Didn't you say that as long as I hand over the golden silk armor, he will let me go?"

"Hehe, I mean maybe I'll let you go, now I've changed my mind and decided to send you to see your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather!" Han Long's face was full of smiles, as harmless as a spring breeze.

After listening to Han Long's words, Yamamoto Ichiraro's pupils instantly contracted to the minimum.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I can give you money, a lot of money, give you all my money, as long as you don't kill me!"

Yamamoto wailed as if he had gone crazy, and despite the severe pain in his body, he kept struggling to move his body backwards.

It seems that he can move a little farther away from Han Long, even if it is a centimeter away.

Han Long put his head to the other party's ear and said clearly and slowly, "If you want to blame, blame you for provoking someone you shouldn't have provoked." ”

Han Long paused for a moment and continued: "Remember, my name is Han Long, go down to hell, remember to complain to Lord Yama!"

Hearing Han Long's words like a hellish demon voice, Yamamoto Kazuro's heart almost stopped beating.

"It turns out that he is Han Long, and Han Long is him!"

Endless remorse welled up in my heart, and I knew that I would not be greedy.

Man dies for money, and birds die for food.

Yamamoto Ichiro's heart is full of regrets, but unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world!

"Reincarnated in the next life, remember to be a good person!" After speaking, Han Long successively performed the "Forbidden Speech Technique" and "Forbidden Body Technique" on Yamamoto Kazuro, but the "Forbidden God Technique" that could be forbidden even in his thoughts was not used.

"I hate it!"

With the last thought of this life, Yamamoto Kazuro was reduced to ashes in Han Long's fireball technique.

If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place!

After solving Yamamoto Ichiraro, Han Long took the golden armor that he handed over, and soon appeared in front of David's eyes.

"That's it, let's go!"

Although he didn't know what Han Long did inside, David clearly knew that no matter who it was, the fate of going against Han Long would definitely be extremely miserable.

Shrugging his shoulders wordlessly, David sat in the driver's seat, drove the expensive Rolls-Royce, and disappeared into the night with a puff of smoke.

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