The Aoba House, which was already full of blood, is now more shy.

Black and white kendo uniform.

Katana.

Simple tones come together to create a highly conflicting picture.

The sturdy men who emerged from the box were forty or fifty people, not to mention, and some were women, but their momentum did not lose at all, and their hands clenched their long knives tightly.

The eyes are equally fierce.

There must be a cave in that box, which should be the direction of the red X on the map.

Beatrice said she had provoked it.

He didn't refute.

This should not be wrong, if it weren't for the other party's vigilance, how could there be so many knife hands inside, and if it was not necessary, it was better not to shoot.

Ishii must have thought that they would come with a firearm.

A simple word.

Just dismantled half of their combat power, this woman is really smart enough, but the conditions she offered are something Ethan they can't refuse.

Standing in the middle of the crowd was a bald man.

inside each other's hands.

Holding a white scabbard tightly, an extra-long katana that is more than a meter long just by the blade looks very exaggerated.

In the face of Ethan's blade provocation, the guy raised his chin slightly.

The knifeman beside him could no longer stand, and kept going down the stairs on both sides, and the sharp tip of a knife also pointed towards Ethan and Beatrice, and they lunged forward, eating away at the space of the Aoba House step by step.

The Sakura kendo uniforms on these people made Ethan's heart pump powerfully.

Tonight.

It's bound to kill a river of blood.

"Woman."

The afterglow of his eyes swept to the side, showing Sensen's white teeth: "Don't die, if you really can't hold on, you know what to do." ”

"So are you."

Beatrice tightened her cheeks and replied coldly.

Neither is pedantic.

If you are really facing a desperate situation of life and death, then you will naturally use whatever weapon you should use, and how can a person who is a killer really let the rules bind him.

It doesn't matter if it's a cold weapon or a hot weapon.

Each one more.

There will be more danger, the other party has so many knife hands, and they will definitely not be stupid enough to come up one by one and let them chop, and no one can stand more than a dozen knives.

"Boom!"

The bald man, holding the white katana, slammed the guardrail in front of him.

"Ah!!h

A crazy roar sounded like thunder.

Dozens of yakuza armed with long knives and wearing kendo uniforms roared and rushed forward, waving cold light one after another.

Two people who were besieged.

Coincidentally, they made the same choice, and their bodies exploded, and they quickly rushed to the box next to the first floor, carrying Hanzo knives to avoid the first wave of edges.

It's not a movie.

Who would be stupid enough to stand in the middle of the hall and let countless katana swords chop down.

can only fly a kite, using a small space to reduce the advantages of the other party, so as not to deal with too many people at one time.

The dodging of the two also separated the crowd.

The chaotic footsteps rumbled, stepping over the low table, over the winding water, and slaughtering them, and the roar of the babble continued to sound, and Ethan's blood continued to boil.

Rush into the spacious private room.

Inside, there were cups and plates on the square seats, and many chairs were brought to the ground.

These are the traces left by those drinkers when they fled.

The table, which weighed dozens of pounds, was grabbed by him with his hand, and with a roar, countless leftovers, cups, saucers and saucers flew up, whistling towards the door.

"Bang~"

There was a loud bang, and the three people who followed him were smashed over.

It also blocks the footsteps of the knife hand behind him.

This one.

It's opportunity.

Ethan turned back with a lunge, and the Hanzo knife in his hand followed suit, slashing at the female Yakuza wearing a martial arts uniform, and the blade worth millions of dollars easily tore through the white blouse.

The whole person suddenly became bare-chested.

A red line more than half a meter long floated.

"Hiss~"

As the wind blows, Ethan brings out the basic skills Beatrice has taught her.

Poking, wiping, cutting, and chopping, the moves are not far from the key points.

When he was sprayed with blood by the female Yakuza, several people blocking the door also flew up with the cold light of the Hanzo knife, and they lost their lives in a few breaths.

It's no better than last night.

He doesn't have any place to leave his hands, and what can be solved with a knife will never be crooked.

"Smack~~~"

The sound of slashing was heard.

This is a cherry blossom-style izakaya, and it is not a road in Huashan.

The so-called walls were nothing more than sticks of wood and paper, and the swordsmen naturally knew this, and several katanas continued to slash through the wall, and soon several large holes were cut and rushed in.

"Huh."

Ethan stepped forward and slashed with a knife in one hand.

The blademan's arm was broken off and he fell on the tatami mat with the long knife.

Raise your feet and kick straight.

The other party flew up, smashed through a wall next to him with a bang, rolled and fell into another box, and the screams burst out together with the blood mist in the sky.

The knife is sharp, and the person is faster.

With a few fierce slashes, several people who broke in were slashed and killed.

With his body staggering, Ethan rushed into another box like a gale, avoiding the swarm.

The man who was still rolling on the ground.

As he pounced, he stomped his neck.

The crisp click sounded, and the howl stopped instantly, but the roar continued, and the box was also knocked open, or directly slashed in from the door.

Wave after wave of attacks, as if there was no time to stop.

It's not just Ethan.

In this crazy and extreme killing environment, these Yakuza also fell into madness, and they looked like they would not stop until they killed him.

The white wallpaper was stained with a touch of blood red.

Colors like cherry blossoms.

Incomparably gorgeous.

The boxes were also ravaged and destroyed, and the bright red liquid spread on the ground, slowly pouring into the otherwise quiet stream, quickly dyeing it the color of death.

"Knock !!"

Half of the wooden wall became torn apart and exploded.

Several people fell out of it.

The kendo suit on one of the guys quickly dyed red, and he stiffened his neck to look at the place where he had flown out, the crazy look in his eyes quickly subsided, and the extreme horror took over him.

Why?

Opening his mouth, he wanted to howl.

Why is there such a terrifying existence in the world, all the time to maintain this violent power, this rapid speed, bastard, doesn't he feel tired?

The pupils constrict violently.

I saw the thug in the suit rush out of the hole, the blood-red katana dragged behind him.

A few ups and downs.

and came to himself.

"Huh~"

As soon as the cold light lit up and the sound of the wind sounded, Yakuza only felt his soul drifting.

What a fast knife!

(End of chapter)