Late at night, the top floor of Sanmu Building.

The spacious office is decorated in a luxurious manner. In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, there is a figure standing. It is an elderly man, about seventy years old, but he is straight and energetic.

He was wearing a suit, with a bit fierce appearance, his eyes were like tigers and wolfs, and he was extremely aggressive.

He is the president of Miki Club and the head of Miki family, Miki Goro.

As the leader of Mikisou, he is in Japan and has a huge power, but today, he has a thick eyebrows and a worried look on his face.

Some time ago, his two grandsons had an accident one after another, and he only had three grandsons. Two of them had an accident and fell into China. How could he not be angry?

During this period, he has been using his wealth and power to win over masters from all over Japan, preparing to kill to China and rescue his two grandsons.

But unexpectedly, before they set out, people from China arrived.

The practitioner has power beyond ordinary people, not to mention that he is a practitioner from the ancient Chinese. Although there have been many masters gathered in this building, he is still a little worried.

Because he knew that if he was not sure, how could the Chinese come to the door!

He held two rings in his hand and fell into deep thoughts.

After a while, the door was pushed open and several figures walked in one after another.

"The president, I have checked it. There are no suspicious people who have entered the country during this period."

"President, all the combatants of his teams are in place, and the weapons have been distributed."

"President, all the masters have arrived and are ready."

After hearing this, Goro Miki frowned and turned around and wondered: "How come there aren't? There are so many people, it's impossible for them to smuggle in, right?"

"It's really not. We have checked all of them, and there is no suspicious person. We also specifically checked those entrants in their fifties and sixties."

One person replied respectfully.

Miki Goro frowned deeper and deeper.

Could it be...this is just a joke?

However, these two rings are real, and the Chinese people should have come.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was almost twelve o'clock.

"Send the order and let them all cheer me up. The opponent is not an ordinary person. If there is a slight mistake, you will die." He scolded sternly.

"Hi!"

The crowd bowed together and then hurried out.

Goro Miki turned around and his eyes turned to the window again. Outside, the lights were brightly lit, like a city that never sleeps.

"Thousands of gunmen, nearly a hundred masters... Amaterasu Shrine, Kaga, and Bga, all of them have come. It's enough, it should be enough. Even if Maoshan is all here, it's enough."

He held the ring in both hands and murmured.

However, he still had an ominous premonition in his heart, which made him breathless.

At this moment, under the building, the roads around the four sides were already martial law. Within a radius of 100 meters, there were buses everywhere, and teams of men in black were carrying guns and patrolling the four sides.

A little further outward is the police cordon.

However, there is only a cordon, but no policeman.

Even the police dare not intervene in such a thing.

As time passes by little by little, the atmosphere becomes more and more solemn and solemn.

When dark clouds cover the moon, the heaven and earth fall into darkness.

In this block, only the Sanmu Building is brightly lit, illuminating the streets around. They even set up spotlights on the bus, making this area bright.

Under the light, there are faces full of worry.

These gunmen all understood that this time they were facing practitioners who were beyond ordinary people, and they were just the first wave of cannon fodder.

Their duty is to consume the opponent's strength as much as possible. Maybe under heavy firepower, it would be even better.

They glanced vigilantly at the corners of the world, looking at their watches from time to time.

As the pointer gradually pointed to twelve o'clock, everyone became more and more nervous and nervous.

At this time, not only them, but also the people in the entire building were waiting with their breath, waiting for people from China to arrive and shoot the first shot.

Time is like frozen, every minute and every second is so long.

Finally, time has come.

Everyone's hearts also reached their throats.

They had bright eyes, picked up their guns, pressed their fingers on the trigger, ready to shoot at any time.

But the streets were empty and nothing.

Everyone was stunned and a little confused.

At this moment, a car slowly drove up on the road at the main entrance of the building, a taxi with music playing in it. The driver was an uncle, grinning and humming happily.

When the car drove up, it encountered the cordon raised by the police on the floor outside.

The driver was stunned, turned around and rushed to the person in the seat behind and said, "Hey! Something seems to be happening in front of you, and you can't get through!"

In the seat behind, the figure raised his head, wondering if it was an illusion, the driver always felt that his face was a bit weird and vague, and he just couldn't see clearly.

"Then stop here! I'll walk over!" the man said, his tone a little awkward, not like a Japanese man.

He reached out his hand, handed over a ten thousand yuan bill, and said in a low voice: "Don't look for it!"

The driver was very happy and thought to himself that no matter who he was, he was so generous, and that was a good person.

He thanked him repeatedly, suddenly, as if he remembered something, and said, "By the way, what are you doing there? That Sanmu Building is not a good place, a gangster!"

The man chuckled and said, "Of course I'm here to make trouble! Kill and kill people!"

When the driver heard this, he was stunned and his eyes suddenly widened.

The car door opened and the man walked out, dressed in black, as if he had merged into the night.

He took a calm step, lifted the cordon and walked in.

The driver looked forward and saw strong light shining on the other end of the street. He could vaguely see figures surrounding a dense wall of people, and all of them were holding guns in their hands.

The driver's mouth suddenly opened and his eyes were almost glaring.

Oh my God!

What is the situation?

Is this guy crazy? He is obviously just alone, how dare he come to cause trouble for Mikishe? Facing the crowds of people ahead, how dare he move forward?

Did he come to kill someone or die?

He was like this, staying for more than ten seconds, suddenly woke up, scared and sweating. Then, he suddenly blew the steering wheel, turned a corner, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away frantically.

On the street, the figure walked forward calmly.

The crowd ahead was in agitation, and a bunch of strong lights came and shone on him.

"What's going on? Who is this person?"

"He is Chinese? No! Why is there only one?"

The news spread and the entire building was sensational, and everyone was stunned.

After confirming it several times, everyone laughed except for this person.
Chapter completed!