Chen Hao judged that at least dozens of people quickly approached the tea room, and he tied the neck of Inagawa Ichiro's left arm, held a gun in his right hand, rushed out, and had to leave alive.

Only by living can he prove his innocence.

Outside the tea room, in the corridor, dozens of men in black rushed from both ends of the corridor, all carrying samurai swords.

“Get out of here!”

Chen Hao yelled, holding up his gun to force the man in black blocking the road.

Dozens of men in black were fearless and ignored the pistols and rushed forward.

Bushido.

Chen Hao was speechless, lowered the muzzle and pulled the trigger, intending to injure one person first to prove that the gun in his hand was not a toy, and then pointed the gun in Inagawa Ichiro, forcing dozens of men in black to give way.

Bang!

Flashing the needle and hitting the empty space.

The gun in Chen Hao's hand actually had no bullets.

“Damn…”

Chen Hao, who had always been calm, couldn't help but curse, threw away the gun, grabbed the knife, and kicked the man in black toward him.

boom!

The man in black who flew backwards into the crowd, seven or eight people stumbled around.

Chen Hao pressed against Ichiro Inagawa's neck with a long knife.

A trace of blood flowed down the blade.

Ichiro Inagawa's neck was cut by a long knife in Chen Hao's hand.

Dozens of men in black were forced to give in when they saw blood.
Chapter completed!