Chu Zihang leaned on the side of the street and watched this performance-like battle,

He held the "Village Rain" transformed by the Equipment Department in his arms, and the street lamp cast his shadow slender.

He had no intention of helping Caesar, and glanced indifferently at the angry boys.

Half the street is littered with the wreckage of motorcycles, these mobsters have extraordinary courage, they are real people who have done evil things, and their nicknames have been included in the Metropolitan Police Department's list of dangerous elements.

But they're now defeated.

When Caesar had no motorcycle to hit, he pierced their calf with a bullet that would remain with them for the rest of their lives as a gift from the Gattuso family.

The black Ducati DessediRR leaps forward, the car of the team, the emperor of the track.

He hides behind "Vanguard" and is to play last.

Ducati's prowess caused him to leap over Caesar's head, the high-speed spinning wheel slamming down on Caesar's head, and the team's forehand stabbed Caesar in the heart at the same time.

He had left everything behind, hormones were surging in his veins, and he was going to kill this foreigner, who or what he was!

No one can stand in his way, and those who stand in the way will have to pay!

Ducati descends from the sky like a tiger and bites the head of its prey.

Even if Caesar shot the team's head, the heavy motorcycle would have smashed on his head, breaking his neck.

Caesar glanced lazily at the team and stepped on the roof of the car.

Lionheart Society's bloodline refining technique - once bloody, bloodline purification!

It's not just Chu Zihang who can play this trick, Caesar, as the emperor who has ruled the academy for a year, has many channels to get his hands on this "secret" technology, and he won't be much inferior to Chu Zihang when he uses it.

Caesar stepped straight into the roof of Cadillac's car, steel up to his ankle, and he got a perfect point of support, then lifted his foot and kicked it high on the Ducati's gas tank.

The team suddenly found that the Shekadi under his crotch was gone, leaving him alone in a state of "floating"!

The motorcycle, which was traveling at 80 kilometers per hour, was kicked out by Caesar and smashed on the road.

Caesar put the gun back on his waist with his left hand, grabbed the long knife of the team with the other, crushed it, threw it away, and grabbed the team by the neck and carried him in his hand like a cat.

At the same time, his right-handed pistol continued to roar, and it shot down on the limited-edition Ducati DessediRR, which cost more than $100,000, with its four-cylinder engine, axles, silver-plated tail row and handlebars, leather saddle, and the precious emblem and the banner of the mobsters...... Smashed them all.

The team was screaming and turned to look at Ducati.

It was his beloved locomotive, for which he could kill someone, and now he watched Caesar destroy it like a paper cup.

Caesar didn't look at Ducati at all, but admired the team's expression.

At this moment, Caesar raised his gun and blew the smoke on the team's face: "Your foal or something...... Oh, I'm sorry, killed."

At this time, Chu Zihang crossed the street, and a burning motorcycle slid in front of him against the ground.

With a swing of his knife, the bike split in two and slid for a while before crashing into the wreckage of Ducati and turning into a fireball with a thud.

With tears on their faces, the team cursed in stammering Japanese.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand, but my Japanese is probably the worst of us." Caesar stared coldly into the team's eyes, "Speak English."

The team is still cursing in Japanese.

Caesar was going to scare him, but the short, fierce Japanese seemed to value the motorcycle more than his own life.

He was a little stunned, the murderous intent brought about by the bloodline purification retreated, his gaze returned to his usual laziness, and he tilted his head to look at the team that was flying sideways: "Chinese is also fine."

"Italian or French?"

"Well, though I know a little Hebrew and Latin, I guess you are

Not really." Caesar sighed, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Aren't you afraid of me?" he used in Japanese, one of the dozens of Japanese he knew, and he didn't know what he was learning this sentence for.

The team in the angry scolding was stunned and kicked the Ducati at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour?

The team suddenly came back to their senses, and the worst of the rampant men shivered.

Only then did the team realize that it was one thing for Aiju to finish playing, and it was another thing for him to finish playing, and his life was in the hands of the other party at this time, and he was not sure whether the other party was a human or not.

Caesar used the barrel of his gun to pull away the team's leather jacket, which was wearing nothing and a woman wrapped in a serpent tattooed on her chest.

"It's so exquisite, but it's a pity that the skin is a little rougher, and it's a waste to tattoo on you." Caesar tsk praised.

"Know this tattoo? This can only be tattooed in the Ryoma family, so you should know what will happen if you offend the Ryoma family!" The team felt hopeful, and summoned up the courage to roar, "Anyone who offends the Ryoma family will die, and the sub-ministers are on their way!" They're going to sink you in concrete piles and into Tokyo Bay!"

"I'm just saying your skin is rough, and you don't have to be so angry." Caesar was suddenly a little puzzled by the skinny Japanese.

While the team was still shouting, Caesar finally lost patience and held the Desert Eagle into the team's ear and fired it continuously.

After the roaring gunshot, a trace of blood oozed from the ears of the team leader, and large-caliber pistols should wear headphones when shooting, so as not to damage hearing, so continuous firing at close range will inevitably cause hearing damage that is difficult to recover.

The team was stunned.

Caesar tilted his head and stared into his eyes, not angry or evasive.

This gaze gesture is like a vicious tiger playing with a rabbit, just to see how the rabbit struggles to die, and it is better for the rabbit to behave more beautifully.

The fear in the team's heart suddenly exploded, and he realized that the blonde guy in front of him was an Italian, and the Italians were accomplices of the mustache in World War II, and the SS of the mustache would make leather goods out of Jewish tattoos!

As for how to make it...... Does this need to be asked?

So, this guy just looked at his tattoo so carefully and was thinking about how to peel it off?

It must be so! Definitely!

Otherwise, how could this guy look at the tattoo on his chest with a greedy look that wants to take the art for himself?

"Don't strip my tattoos! No! I'll be honest with you...... Is that...... That's ......" the team stammered.

Caesar nodded slightly, the team was finally afraid of him, and he felt that this was quite satisfied: "It seems that he knows that he is afraid, what about the courage just now? What about the courage to shave my bald head? And the courage that ran over me? Probably it's not courage that ignites your fighting spirit, but fuel, right? But in the age of rising oil prices, your courage doesn't seem to have increased."

Caesar slapped the team's cheek with the hot barrel: "And I suggest you improve the taste of the motorcycle, Ducati is just a toy, and the large displacement is meaningless, you ride on it with dyed yellow hair and pouting ass, and a bad girl with exposed thighs in the back seat, this is the man in your heart?" Come on, that's more like a *** cat. Remember, real men only ride Harley-Davidson. I can give you the contact information of their sales director and quote my name for a 10% discount...... I'll write his phone number on your chest."

The team watched as Caesar pulled out his pen and pointed the sharp tip of the pen at his chest, crying in fear.

"I guess they're basically chickens and ducks, what do you think?" Fingal muttered.

"Don't waste time, he doesn't understand Chinese." Chu Zihang said surgingly, "And I have to remind you that he was so scared that he peed his pants."

Caesar glanced at the yellow dripping hem of the team's skinny leather pants, and casually threw the fart and urine creature into the stagnant water, "I said it smelled, and I thought it was the smell of his hair dye."

He reached out and shook his hand from the standing water on the ground.

The front chest of the team was soaked in stagnant water, and soon it was covered with indigo or cinnabar-colored water marks.

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The body dissolved, and the tattoo, which was as beautiful as a work of art, was actually painted.

The team is running wildly, as if these people behind them are devils.

He actually wanted to tell Caesar that his tattoo was painted and worthless, and asked him to be merciful and not to skin him and cramp......

"Is your radar still on?" Chu Zihang asked, "How many others are on the way?"

"Judging from the information brought back by the scythes, there are probably as many people as a mechanized division." Caesar listened with his ears down, "I could hear the roar of the engine, the grinding of the tires against the ground, the frenzied heartbeat, the sound of the machine being loaded...... If only you could listen to it together, it's a super hot metal concert, and it's so arrogant, it's like a wall of brazen is approaching."

The roar of giant bees was heard overhead, and black helicopters hovered above them, locking onto each of them with a snowy circle of light.

It was out of range of the Desert Eagle, and Caesar tried to aim at it, but shook his head and gave up.

"The Japanese gangs are really arrogant enough, and even helicopters have been deployed." Fingal said in admiration.

"The retreat plan seems to be saved, do you still have enough bullets?" Chu Zihang asked.

"It's not enough, you have to prepare for the battle." Caesar jumped off the roof of the car and removed the gunner's guns from the car.

He inserted the pistol into his belt, Kalashnikov behind his back, retracted the Desert Eagle holster, and dual-wielded the Uzi.

At the moment, he had at least ten completely different types of guns on his body, but this was not far from being "fully armed" by a firearms expert.

[In view of the general environment,

The legend of the Kassel Academy is that Caesar could use all the standard weapons of a squad alone, and he was on the ground alone, like a squad of marines firing.

"Can you control so many guns at the same time to ensure that innocent people are not harmed?" Chu Zihang asked.

"It's a little reluctant, but are there innocent people who can't come?" Caesar shrugged, "I've had enough, what about you?"

"I don't care."

Chu Zihang shrugged his shoulders and put Mura Yu back into the scabbard, then wandered around, picking up one Japanese knife after another by the wreckage of the motorcycle.

These were all dropped by the mob boys when they hugged their heads and ran around.

He thrust six of them into his waist, the others into the ground one by one, and the last two were held backwards, with the blades facing the back of his sword outward.

Dozens of long knives stood in the storm, like steel thorns, Chu Zihang stood in the middle of the thorn bush, coldly looking at the light tide advancing at the end of the street.

The storm was raging, the lights were coming from all directions, the rows of knives were reflected brightly, and Chu Zihang's eyebrows were all reflected in silver.

Tonight, too much murderous aura gathered on this street, and the wind roared among the high-rise buildings, like demons and monsters.

——

"Boss, a bowl of soy milk ramen, sesame seaweed and garlic." The boy lifted the curtain and walked in, shouting at the ramen chef who was sitting in the guest seat.

Inuyama and Uesugi Koshi, who were originally sitting side by side, were stunned at the same time.

None of them were aware of the teenager's arrival.

"Oops, oops! I didn't expect there to be guests at such a late hour." Uesugi retracted his eyes and got up from his position with a smile, "A bowl of soy milk ramen, coming soon."

The boy did not shy away from it, and sat down in the vacated seat of Uesugi Koshi.

To his left is Inuyama Ka, who is sitting precariously.

"You should go back to China." Inuyama's eyes were sharp, and his right hand was already holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, and no one would doubt that if the boy said a wrong word, the blade of Onimaru Kunitsuna would burrow into his neck.

"That's a fact," Gu Bei looked at Uesugi who was busy in front of the cupboard, "'I' have indeed returned to China, that's an established fact, it's something that everyone has seen with their own eyes."

"But you're still here."

"Because there's still something I haven't done yet, Inuyama Master."

Gu Bei looked at Inuyama He with a smile, and for some reason, seeing Gu Bei's smile, Inuyama He had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Then you should avoid me, right?" Inuyama squinted, "I'm the head of the family's intelligence, so you're not afraid that I'll bring back to the family the fact that you haven't left Japan yet?"

"You won't do that," Gu Bei groped his chin, "That kid has a high degree of trust in you, "If there is anyone else in the Eight Snakes Family who is absolutely trustworthy now, it must be the head of the Inuyama family" - he said so, and ......

"Young man, your soy milk ramen, as well as sesame seaweed and garlic in sauce, use it slowly." Uesugi laughed and brought a large bowl of noodles to Gu Bei, and then walked over to the sink to brush the bowl.

Gu Bei looked at his face and smacked his lips: "Moreover, there is no way to do it, after all, if there is anyone in the current Snake Eight Family who has the information of the previous Shadow Emperor Uesugi Yue, then the only possibility is Inuyama He who has been serving by the side of the two generations of Shadow Emperor from that era to this era......

Before Gu Bei finished speaking, the air suddenly froze, Uesugi Yue's action of brushing the dishes stopped, there was only the sound of rushing water, Inuyama He's left thumb flicked open Onimaru Kunitsuna's blade, and the moonlight was cut in two on the half-unsheathed blade.

"So, are you aiming for the previous generation of Emperors?"

"That's right," Gu Bei admitted very frankly, "In this chaotic situation, the head of the Inuyama family can neither disobey the orders of this generation of emperors and follow the other four families to test the action team, nor can he stay out of the matter and be indifferent to do nothing, so the only way is to turn to the emperor of the previous generation...... If the emperor of the previous generation hadn't died, "To be honest, Gen Zhisheng's evaluation of you is quite appropriate, but it's also true, I heard that the successive heads of the Inuyama family have this kind of character...... That's so easy to handle, isn't it?"

Gu Bei lowered his head and sighed: "I originally felt that this plan was too hasty, but I didn't expect that I was on the first layer, and Yuan Zhisheng was on the fifth layer......

"Well, this is a good noodle, no wonder Eri told me to give it a try before leaving, and said that the ramen chef here seems to have an inexplicable sense of intimacy...... How can you not be kind, after all, you are his biological father, am I right? The Shadow King of the Ancestors—"

"—Uesugi Goshi."