Shen Feifei raised his eyes and looked at the two-story building surrounded by green trees in the courtyard in front of him.

This is the branch of the Yamada gumi in seaside city, a separate spacious courtyard with high walls and a simple patterned iron railing gate. It's a two-story building inside.

This courtyard covers a wide area and is very valuable in the country where every inch of land is valuable. At first glance, you can see that the people who live here are very powerful.

Shen Feifei looked at the house number, trying to recall the memories of when he first arrived in China.

The underworld society is a legal organization in country R, and the form of a registered association appears in country R. Many media have reported these things, and the specific address in Haibian City has also been reported, and Shen Feifei, who was crazy about studying at that time, also paid attention to it.

There was no one at the gate and it was quiet.

It was already completely dark, and there were sporadic lights coming out of the windows of the small building.

Too lazy to ring the doorbell, Shen Feifei got out of the car, walked directly in front of the gate, and grabbed the iron railing domineeringly.

In an instant, the iron bar that seemed to be hard and strong, with the thick fingers of an adult man, turned out to be like noodles, and was grabbed by Shen Feifei's hand, and it was silent, and it was soft and fell to both sides.

It was enough to open up the big gap that three or four people could pass through, and Shen Feifei stopped his hand and stepped in with his legs raised.

"Who dares to trespass on the Yamada Gumi?" A figure behind him shouted and burst out of the porter, holding a glittering katana.

Facing the back of Shen Feifei's head, he slashed down with both hands.

"Ahh

Gradually, he saw a headless man standing there in the dim light on the ground, motionless with his hands raised in the air. A woman, with a katana in her hand, walked forward indifferently, not glancing at him in the empty line of sight.

With an ordinary sound, the head of the janitor behind him fell to the ground. Shen Feifei had already come to the front door of the two-story building.

Ka-Ka ——, dragged the newly captured katana Shen Feifei open the wooden sliding door in front of him, and walked straight in without hesitation.

Today, the Yamada group is laying down a sea of swords and fires, and she is also going to go in and break through.

In the wide hall, a bald man in a black monk's robe knelt at the end of the room, full of momentum. In front of him was a tray of teacups and a small cup of unfinished tea, and a sharp katana in his right hand.

On the left and right sides of the hall, kneeling on the left and right sides of the hall, there were hundreds of black and social members in black suits. They either held katanas or thick, sturdy rugby bats.

"Hmph, you're finally here!" The bald man opened his closed eyes and hummed a thick nasal voice at Shen Feifei as if he was forced.

"What about Daddy Jianxiong?" Shen Feifei didn't go around the corner and went straight to the point.

"Hmm—" The bald man tilted his head towards the men waiting next to him. Immediately, a couple of guys ran behind a sliding door behind him and lifted out two flat-shaped objects.

Looking at the two people on the wooden board in front of him, Shen Feifei's eyes widened as soon as he brushed it, and his heart hurt like a knife.

Jianxiong's father and Ah Chu Eminem were on the two planks. They were stripped naked and tied to a wooden plank.

No, they were not tied to the boards, they were brutally sewn to the boards by thick ropes.

There were thousands of holes on their bodies, and the red and white threads stained with blood passed through the muscles and internal organs of their bodies, densely threading them from top to bottom with countless needles. Even their heads were crossed by several thick threads through the back of their heads, revealing threads in the center of their gaping mouths.

Daddy Jianxiong, they are already dead, dead thoroughly.

"You killed them, you killed them! In less than half an hour, you killed them! Shen Feifei was emotional, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he stared at the bald man and asked sharply.

She seemed to see the tragic sight of Jianxiong's father and them being stitched through the flesh and skin by these people, bringing out the flesh and internal organs in their bodies, sewing them to death, and stabbing them to death on the wooden board.

And these people admired the wailing of Jianxiong's father, while leisurely drinking the fragrant tea in the cup in front of them.

"Who, whoever told them to bite me, won't let you come and send me to death." The bald man was glared at by Shen Feifei, and suddenly felt that his courage jumped suddenly, and the tone of his voice at the moment was timid.

But the long-term habit of domineering is still strong words.

With the man's outstretched hand, Shen Feifei glanced over and saw the man's left hand hidden in his sleeve just now, with layers of gauze wrapped around it, and a faint trace of red blood seeping out.

"Is this hand?" Shen Feifei suddenly smiled sadly at the bald head, revealing a pair of teeth that shone with white light.

"Yes, yes." The bald man replied unconsciously, looking at Shen Feifei's smile, feeling a little weird.

Before the words fell, when he saw the figure flashing in front of him, the man felt a cold on his body.

In front of him, Shen Feifei, who was still dozens of meters away just now, had already arrived in front of him.

"Ah, my hand, my hand—" The bald man realized that his left hand was gone, and the blood from the severed arm was gushing, and the tip of Shen Feifei's katana was dripping with a drop of Yin Hong's blood, and a severed arm stepped on her feet.

"My hands, my hands, ahhhh The bald man covered his broken arm and howled loudly, shouting for hundreds of members of the Yamada Group around him to save him, and by the way, kill this Shen Feifei who dared to offend him.

He himself began to move his butt back and forth, trying to escape where Shen Feifei could reach, not even the katana he had begun to hold with grace.

"Hmph, a bunch of cannon fodder!" Shen Feifei glanced disdainfully at the black and social circles that were screaming and screaming. The katana in his hand had a layer of golden liquid constantly ascending, quickly enveloping the entire blade.

There seemed to be a war drum beating in his blood, Shen Feifei was excited, staring excitedly at the crowd that surrounded him, and his eyes unconsciously turned golden.

It's been a long time since I've opened meat!

Ping Pong, the sound of the impact of metal weapons continued to sound, and after Shen Feifei turned around easily, there were countless broken handles and blades on the ground.

Look at the men in suits who were still murderous just now, holding weapons and rushing up, but now they are either holding bladeless hilts or empty-handed. And the katana in Shen Feifei's hand didn't even have a gap.

Finding this, the men in suits were a little dumbfounded. Isn't the katana in that woman's hand the kid who guards the door, just a very ordinary katana, when did it become a divine weapon that can cut them hundreds of katana at once?

The point is that the woman was unharmed under the frantic siege of hundreds of people, and she didn't even hurt a single hair.