Chapter 50: Blood Night Massacre of Japan

  Kuroba Sakura was someone Han Yu had seen before, it was something his instructor told them during their intelligence training in the army. The emblem of the Sakura Group, one of Japan's four major syndicates.

  It was precisely because he had recognized that this bodyguard was actually a Japanese that Han Yu's heart skipped a beat and made the noise.

  The two black-clad bodyguards were indeed skilled, and the sound Han Yu made was not loud, but it still alerted them.

  The two men almost simultaneously pulled out their handguns from their waistbands the moment they discovered someone on the rooftop.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Gunfire erupted, and the flying bullets immediately pierced the spot where Han Yu had just lain.

  At this time, Han Yu's body was quickly rolling to the side.

  Song Tuizi and his men finally came to their senses, and a group of people changed color. Song Tuizi immediately wanted to retreat into the house under the escort of several younger brothers.

  At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the big gate outside, and everyone turned their heads in unison, only to see a Changhe car shaking and rushing straight towards them.

  Is there an ambush? The middle-aged man's face changed, and he saw Song Tuizi running towards the house. A flash of ferocity suddenly flashed in his eyes. He suddenly snatched the pistol from the bodyguard's hand and fired a shot at Song Tuizi's forehead!

  Bang!

  A black hole-like muzzle emerged from the bald man's forehead, and scarlet blood flowed out.

  "Traitor, he sold us out, kill them all!" The middle-aged man shouted, and the gun in his hand went "bang bang" as he began to take aim at Song Tu's men.

  What kind of people are under Baldy's command? Birdmen! They usually don't even fight much. After all, those who look for Baldy Song are all wanting to get rich, so they're naturally more polite to the people under his command. When have they ever seen this?

  Before they could even react, the middle-aged man had already killed five or six of Song Gang's men.

  The middle-aged man's bodyguard, who was waiting by the car, almost simultaneously received the order and pounced on Da Lang and others who were still chatting and laughing.

  Dawolf's reaction was not slow, and when the two middle-aged men in black suits opened fire on Han Yu, he had already pulled out the steel knife in his hand. At this time, in a state of panic, he held the knife in front of his chest, and managed to block one person's sneak attack.

  Suddenly, another steel knife heavily stabbed into his back!

  "Damn you!" The Wolf's eyes turned red with rage as he swung his sword back and struck with all his might...

  Han Yu then pounced down from the roof at the moment when everyone turned their heads. Before he even landed, the Tian Ce in his hand transformed into a streak of green light and fiercely shot towards the black-clad bodyguard who had been chasing him with gunfire.

  Han Yu followed closely behind, with the majestic appearance of a hawk swooping down on a rabbit, bringing with him a face cold as ice and an intent to kill. Since he knew that his opponent was from Japan, Han Yu naturally wouldn't be polite.

  Japanese who dare to set foot in our divine land of China shall die!

  The blue-robed Tian Ce seemed like a long, angry dragon, suddenly appearing in the eyes of the black-clad bodyguard. He only had time to dodge his body to the side, and his right hand holding the gun hadn't even had time to put it down before being heavily bumped by Tian Ce.

  The sharp heavenly strategy was like cutting tofu, and his arm was cut off.

  And at this time, Han Yu had also arrived above him.

  In the midst of the black-clad bodyguard's stunned expression, Han Yu's leg slightly bent, and his knee gently collided with the bodyguard's chin.

  Hmph!

  The black-clad bodyguard was about to spit blood, how could the kind-hearted Han Yu bear to let this neighbor, who was already covered in his filthy blood, spit it onto himself? Reaching out, Han Yu pinched the back of his head and turned it 180 degrees just as he opened his mouth!

  Crack!

  The black-clad bodyguard immediately turned his head to the back of his neck, and Han Yu pressed both hands on his head and quickly jumped down.

  A flash of white light, almost at the moment he left, fell over. The white light came too fast, with an unstoppable momentum, and heavily chopped on the shoulder of the black-clad bodyguard.

  Hmph!

  A head the size of a fist flew up, and Han Yu quickly grabbed Tian Ce back as soon as he fell to the ground. Seeing this, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "Alas, even in death, one's own companion would behead them, how tragic, truly tragic!"

  "Ah!" The master of the white light was actually another black-clad bodyguard of the middle-aged man. He had originally intended to launch a sneak attack on Han Yu, but instead ended up accidentally harming his own comrade's corpse.

  He let out a loud roar, like a large toad, and jumped forward, grasping the steel knife in his hand and slashing it fiercely towards Han Yu.

  "Get out of here!" Han Yu's foot exerted force, and his body ghostly crashed into his arms before the knife chopped down.

  Tian Ce gently pushed forward, and that black-clad bodyguard was like a punctured balloon, quickly deflating.

  "With such skills, you dare to show up in Z country?" Han Yu stretched out his five fingers and gently pushed the black-clad bodyguard's face, who then fell to the ground with a thud.

  Han Yu carried Tian Ce and looked at the middle-aged man beside him, grinning: "Out of bullets, huh?"

  The middle-aged man stared at him blankly and said: "You, who are you?"

  "What about you, people of Country Z?" Han Yu's mouth curved into a gentle smile as he said softly.

  All of this happened very slowly, but in fact, from the moment Changhe broke through the door to now, the middle-aged man rushed towards Song Tuizi, and Han Yu counterattacked against the black-clothed bodyguard, almost simultaneously.

  When the middle-aged man took down Song Tu Zi and his bodyguard, Han Yu also killed two of his personal guards. At this time, Chang He had just stopped, Zhuo Bu Fan jumped out of the car with a dagger: "Big brother in black, Xiao Fan arrived late to save you, please forgive me!"

  He seemed like a nimble monkey jumping around the scene, holding a dagger and shouting: "Wow, wow, I, I stabbed someone, big brother?"

  Han Yu rolled her eyes, can't this guy tell friend from foe yet?

  "Those who stabbed Toyota!" Han Yu exclaimed loudly.

  "Alright!" Zhuo Bufan responded with a single word, and the black dagger in his hand immediately darted out like a poisonous snake, slashing across the neck of one of the bodyguards.

  A flash of sinister intent flickered in the middle-aged man's eyes as he tossed the gun in his hand at Han Yu, grasping a steel knife with both hands and pouncing on him: "Kill!"

  Seeing that he couldn't escape, he summoned a desperate determination and suddenly gained some momentum.

  Unfortunately, his movements startled the birds and scared people. Han Yu's eyes revealed a hint of mockery as he approached without courtesy.

  For any opportunity to bully Japan, he will cherish it and never waste it!

  Han Yu's hand shook, and the Heavenly Strategy seemed like a stream of blue water that flowed continuously from the middle-aged man's side, each time bringing up a corner of his clothes and leaving behind a bloodstain.

  "Oh no, sorry, this knife is a bit deep..."

  "Damn it, this knife is dull again..."

  "What's the use of this small thing? Is it for feeding birds? Cut it off..."

  One side wielding a knife, Han Yu was also commenting with emotion. When the middle-aged man's pants were also lifted, he had become a bloody person, and Han Yu cut off a piece of his ** with one knife, and a piece of intestine-like thing flew up...

  Han Yu used a steel knife he picked up at random this time, because he was afraid of dirtying Tian Ce!

  "Ah!" The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and he let out a mournful howl! He also knew that Han Yu was just playing with him, the gap in their strength was too great. If he was an ant, then Han Yu was an elephant!

  In a miserable howl, the middle-aged man's face was full of grief and indignation, and he swung his knife at himself without hesitation!

  Can't beat them? Then seppuku! This is indeed a fine tradition passed down through the ages in Japan! His, to carry on his work.

  But he forgot that there was a bad guy on the scene, who was so bad that he didn't even give people a chance to cut their own wrists!

  A white flash like a strip of cloth, before the middle-aged man could insert the knife into his belly, chopped off the hand holding the knife.

  The middle-aged man's whole body trembled, and he seemed like a beast bathed in blood, staring tightly at Han Yu. However, beneath that hypocritical ferocity was an uncontrollable fear!

  "Who made you die? Did you ask me?" Han Yu said faintly with narrowed eyes.

  Those who think killing Japanese is cool, give me flowers; those brothers who don't think it's cool, give me VIP treatment, let me enjoy...