"What's wrong? Could it be that Mr. Sanben doesn't believe us?" Wang Hu said unhappily.

"Where is it? Boss Wang Hu is Mr. Sanben's best ally. How could he not believe you?" The translator said with a smile, thinking, is this stupid comparison a problem? If someone is willing to bring someone over, then just bring them over. Why are you calling your mother companion next to you? You can't just drink a few sips of wine here and talk about national affairs?

"It's not good to have murderous aura." The man with a gloomy face suddenly took out a kuna. This weapon is shaped like a short sword or Emei thorn. It is mostly made of iron, and is short in size, easy to carry and hide.

This person was a ninja. Song Yun was shocked and shouted "Take it." Suddenly, he rushed towards the man. With his shout, the black dragon ambushed in the room and rushed out with the Dragon Spring Sword, and his figure appeared in every corner of the room.

Song Yun stepped forward and grabbed Hattori's wrist, then kicked it out.

"Everyone who dares to insult the Hattori family must die." Hattori said in a cold voice.

"Hmph, a little guy who is not good at it, do you think you can be accomplices for the tiger after learning some fur from us?" Song Yun sneered, and the Hidden Dragon Sword had quietly turned into his hands.

Even Wang Hu, who had been chatting with Song Yun, didn't know how Song Yun hid such a long knife, and it was not discovered by others.

Hattori glanced at the knife in Song Yun's hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Bang"

The other party suddenly took out a smoke bomb from his arms, and the entire private room was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"You two take the other party down first, I'll go out later." Song Yun said cautiously.

Wang Hu pulled out Sanben Taro and the little translator, while Hei Jiao looked at Song Yun thoughtfully, shook his sword and sighed, not knowing what he was thinking.

With a cold snorkeling, Hattori disappeared in the room for no reason under the cover of the thick fog.

In just a moment, his figure appeared behind Song Yun like lightning.

Whoosh!

A handful of kunai threw it towards Song Yun. Song Yun waved his hand and kunai bounced back and inserted it into the wall.

Silently, a long sword looked at Song Yun with a long sword. Before he could turn around, Song Yun put the Hidden Dragon Sword behind him. With the help of his ears, he listened to the wind to identify his position, and blocked the unpredictable attack of Hattori, such as the gods and ghosts.

"Clang"

The swords and weapons were connected, making a crisp sound. Hattori saw that the weapon in Song Yun's hand was not broken by his own blow, and he also knew that the weapon in the other party's hand was not an ordinary item.

The figure hid in the thick fog again, and suddenly appeared on the left side of Song Yun again, and another knife slashed towards him like lightning.

Like a reef in the sea, Song Yun stood there again under Hattori's crotch. However, this time his hand was slashed down by the opponent's powerful force and made the tiger's mouth numb.

Song Yun was a little angry. Who was he? He was respected as the Emperor by the foreign organizations that had occupied a position in Mercenary Street for many years. Shura, the reaper in the night, was the father of this group of incompetent ninjas. Of course, Song Yun would not be their father, and would be indistinguishable from blood.

But today, I was ambushed by this guy who likes to hide cats and cut several times. Although I didn't hurt myself, Song Yun felt that this was a very shameless thing. According to a sentence in wow, "Honor is my life."

Who likes to be chased and slashed with others with swords and then after knife? Who likes to hide in the battle and come out from time to time to disgust you?

This situation is like you have tried your best to conquer the goddess in your mind. After eating, drinking, singing, and opening a room to prepare for a big battle, the goddess said, "My relatives are here."

Song Yun decided to take revenge and must take revenge fiercely. He held the black dragon's Longquan sword and whipped the bastard hard, and wanted to open the kid's chrysanthemum with the wine bottle.

Staying quietly in place, feeling the trajectory of his sword according to the wind in advance, Song Yun quickly raised the hidden dragon sword in his hand to hold the opponent's rb sword, but his right foot hit him like lightning at this time.

The forty-two-yard big feet penetrated the layers of white mist, and then kicked on Hattori's stomach. The other party's body was kicked away by Song Yun's kick.

Clang!!!

Hattori's body slammed heavily on the wall, which made the originally dilapidated wall shaking like an earthquake.

The lime on the roof fell, and half of the walls were floating in the air.

Hattori suffered a heavy blow in his chest, coughing violently, and a salty smell stuck in his throat, which was forced back by him.

He knew that this was blood produced by internal organ injuries.

This kick was really powerful. Whether it was the timing of the kick or the angle of the kick, it was simply perfect. It was this kick that caused him severe damage.

There is no time to delay on the ground, and the showdown between masters only takes one second. If you don’t get up again, you will probably be killed by this Chinese pig.

Hattori jumped up with a carp, and he didn't dare to make any noise, for fear that Song Yun would find out his position and take advantage of the victory to pursue him.

Song Yun was stabbed several times by this RB Japanese devil, and was angry. So he just kicked him out without caring about benevolence, righteousness and morality, and achieved a huge victory in a phased manner.

This made our classmate Song Yun feel comfortable in body and mind, just like he suddenly felt relieved after being constipated for a long time, and he felt comfortable all over his body.

The eyes of Hattori, who looked at the opposite side of Smoke, became much gentler, and there was no such strong murderous intent.

"Ahem, you are a master, you are a government member, right?" Hattori rubbed his stomach, so that he could feel better quickly. He stared at Song Yun with his eyes tightly, as if a wolf saw his favorite little sheep, cold and angry.

"Silly, do you think I will tell you?" Song Yun said happily, "You will die soon, but I believe you little Japanese devils will send people here. It doesn't matter, you go downstairs first to explore the way, so that your companions will not find their own people in hell." Song Yun waved to Hattori very generously.

"You want to die, you have to die, you have to die. You have insulted the dignity of a ninja," Hattori roared viciously.

"Silly Bi, your ninjutsu is adapted from the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams of our Great Heavenly Dynasty. Do you steal our things and have the face to say dignity?" Song Yun asked, thinking, if he slapped him twice in the face and poured him on the head with a urination, would he change to a caesarean section instead of fighting?
Chapter completed!