The knife was too strong and easy to break. The knife in Zuo Tengmu's hand was broken. The boy's face turned red, with an endless aura of killing. His straight fist was like the wind, and he looked even more fierce than a tiger. Even Xiao Qiufeng stood aside, he praised him for his progress.

The boy did not disappoint Mr. Xiao. Satoki's legs were broken and his chest was punched. Blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and he could no longer see his original appearance.

But he was not dead. He seemed to want to get up slowly when he fell to the ground, but failed again and again. At this moment, no one felt pity for him.

"You just said that you are not worthy of fighting with me, and even my little subordinate can't beat you. You really don't deserve to be called a warrior, and you don't even deserve to commit suicide." No one killed him. When everyone walked past him, their eyes were just a faint contempt or a kind of hatred.

Even if you die a hundred times by Satoki, it is not a pity for you to kill Temple Street. But Xiao Qiufeng lets him live. At this moment, living will be more painful than death.

For warriors, death is not terrible. The most terrible thing is the inability to choose life and death, which will destroy their spirits.

Although Satoki shouted desperately: "Kill me, kill me--" apart from contempt, no one looked at him again. He was just a useless man and was not worth their efforts. Killing a dog is better than killing him.

As soon as Satoki was settled, Thirteenth Sister received the news that the brothers on the outside had many helpers from the Qingzhu Gang. While investigating, several brothers were killed, and each of them had their necks cut by the sharpest knife. Xiao Qiufeng looked at the knife edge and could imagine that the speed of the attack had reached the extreme.

This is a real master!

Because of this omen, everyone in Temple Street became alert. Faced with another powerful attack, Xiao Qiufeng could already imagine that those who have such skills in Yamaguchi League are all direct members of the Zoten family, and maybe they are the sons or grandsons of the old ghost of Zoten.

Satoki was carried in. The place he went to was completely renewed and there was no place for him. On the tatami board, a very young man was sitting cross-legged. He was about thirty years old, with iron-stiff on his face. At this moment, he was holding a cup as big as a wine glass, slowly drinking tea.

He is Satoshi Satoshi, the third descendant of Satoshi. He is in charge of Yamaguchi League's samurai army and is also the general mentioned by Satoshiki.

Saburo Saburo Saburo has received the most stringent training since he was eight years old, just like the family rules of the Saburo family, either a warrior or a coward. It is estimated that Saburo has never lost in his life.

Moreover, he is cruel in his heart and has been cruel in law enforcement. Since he was sixteen years old, he has been in charge of the Samurai Hall. Just his disciples, more than a hundred people have died at his hands.

In his words, the Zoten family does not need waste, and the old ghost, the head of the Zoten family, made him extremely powerful. The whole of Japan did not see it and was arrogant and arrogant.

Turning his head and looking at Satoki lying on the stretcher, Satoki Satoki without a trace of expression. It was like looking at a piece of wood, or he was a person without emotions, a natural killing machine.

"Satoki, now General I will take back the surname given by the master of my family. You are not worthy of having this noble surname. From today on, you are not from my Yamaguchi League. You can leave."

In Satoshi Saburo's eyes, Satoshiki is just a coward and a useless waste.

Satoki Muri was startled and struggled. He knelt down to Saburo, and asked respectfully: "Please give me the right to have a caesarean section!"

"You don't deserve the Bushido spirit. If you want to die, please solve it yourself. Get out-

Saburo Saburo no longer had any interest in talking to him. Looking at him, he felt it was a humiliation. The Saburo's family was full of warriors, and such a waste should not have appeared. If it was spread, it would make the family lose face.

Satoki had not yet risen, but asked again: "General, my subordinates do not ask for forgiveness. I beg you to return my daughter to me at this moment!"

Satoshi Saburo showed a strange smile on his cold face at this moment, and said, "Yakiko has served me well these days. In order to reward her, I have decided to train her to become a female star, so I gave her to Club A. If you miss her, buy a few discs and take a look!"

Satoki's face was already ashen and his teeth were squeaking. His poor Satoki, who was only sixteen years old this year, has fallen into such a miserable situation. Not only was he beaten, he also became a movie-drama actress. This pain made Satoki a little crazy.

He knows more than anyone who is the man in front of him.

"I'll kill you-!" There was no knife in his hand, but a wooden stick as a crutch, slashed towards Sato Saburo, who was sitting in peace. His only expectation had passed away, and he had no will to survive.

The wooden stick was caught, and it was hard to get in the slightest. Saburo Zuorang snorted coldly and said, "No one dared to disobey my orders. Your daughter makes me so angry. You are the same. You are defeated by a little nameless person and are not worthy of being called a samurai at all."

The wooden stick moved, and it moved wildly, as if there was life, and it passed through Satoki's neck straight, like a string of duck necks from a barbecue, dripping blood. However, the poor man did not make any sound because his ventricular pipe had been blocked.

Relaxed his hands, Satoki fell down, and soon several people walked into the door to deal with the bodies. Satoki Satoki was as calm as water, and there seemed to be no influence. His voice was always calm: "Kill all those who came back. I, Yamaguchi, don't need such waste."

"Cough--" A long response, and a tragic sound of slaughter quickly sounded outside. This sound, in his ears, was like a kind of music. Saburo Saburo had already narrowed his eyes and looked very intoxicated and enjoyable on his face.

For three consecutive days, the Qingzhu Gang did not make any noise. The powerful masters came to help, which made Xiao Qiufeng give up the plan of attacking. He needed to find out the other party's true strength.

It’s just a pity that there were many ninjas in the Yamaguchi League’s help this time. Within three days, the spies on Temple Street lost more than 20, making Thirteenth Sister dare not act rashly. For a moment, dark clouds enveloped the temple street, and the deadly spirit seemed to make me breathless.

At this time, it depends on who is more impatient.

The temple street was already a little anxious, and Hu Tou came to urge the battle again and again, but Xiao Qiufeng was not anxious at all. He was not anxious, Li Qiangbing was not anxious, and the members of the Divine Soldiers Team were not anxious. They believed that Xiao Qiufeng could give his life to him. What is a small wait?

"Hu Tou, there are people fighting on the streets. It seems that they are from the Qingzhu Gang. Should we go and see?" While Hu Tou was sulking, a group of guarding gangs rushed in and reported the report anxiously.

Hu Tou was stunned and asked, "They are fighting each other?" Is this possible?

"Would Hu Too go and see it in person? The young man just thought it was strange and came to report it. I wonder if this is a conspiracy of the Qingzhu Gang."

After a fire fighting, this is a good thing for the temple street, but they are not easy to fight. Why do they want to cause trouble on the temple street?

"Tell my brothers to prepare firearms, open my eyes wide, go and take a look." Hu Tou has been guarding the outermost part of Miao Street, controlling all the movements. There are at least 300 brothers from Miao Street here, and there are also a large amount of powerful arms, so he is not worried.

On the streets of Temple Street, at the intersection of the three major streets, it was already in chaos, and hundreds of small cars were already in scattered. In these cars, two groups of people from the Qingzhu Gang were fighting back and forth. Not only that, there were also a few Japanese samurai among these people.

"No matter what the Qingzhu Gang is, look at those bastards. The people they deal with are our friends. Please tell me, let me see clearly, point the gun at those bastards, and all of them collapsed."

In the sky and sunny day, when Qingzhu Gang ran to the gate of Temple Street, Hu Tou couldn't figure out what was going on, but no matter what, it was always wrong to kill the little Japanese samurai.

Several sniper rifles were already set up, and a warrior who rushed in the front was unlucky. He was shot by the third-rate sniper and was killed.

The crowd of onlookers immediately screamed, and they could join in the fun with their knives. The guns were fired now, and some people were knocked out of their heads. This was not a fun thing, but the bullets had no eyes.

The crowd suddenly dispersed, and the camps of both sides of the battle immediately appeared. Although they were all from the Qingzhu Gang, it was obvious that they had split.

Then those who stand with those bastards are of course the enemy of Temple Street. Now, Hu Tou distinguishes between good and bad. More than a dozen sniper rifles that have not been used have come in handy this time.

Hu Tou felt very fucked by using things from little Japanese, but it was a pity that Xiao Shaoyan ordered that as long as the Qingzhu League did not enter the temple street, he would not act rashly, otherwise he would definitely rush out and chop people.
Chapter completed!