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Pan Hongsheng knew the weight of this sentence in his heart: these people are all masters!

A person of this level of action is probably not only important or not!

Although Naomasa Aomori is very strong, the strength of those veterans is not weak! Once you start, these guys who have been holding on for a long time will never show mercy.

"Drive, go to the bar!"

Pan Hongsheng hurriedly put on his clothes, and he was surprised that he made this decision almost without hesitation.

More than ten minutes later, when he came to his remote bar, the small bar was already full of misfortune.

The guests had been scared away long ago. The lights in the hall were bleak. One person was half kneeling in the middle, and there was a circle of people around him.

"Narumasa! Don't think you can get away with it today if you don't fight back!" Sakata, the leader, had a loud voice: "Do you think we will let you go like this? Don't think about it! We are old ministers of the Black Dragon Society! We have been with your Aomori family for decades! Decades! You kill if you say you kill, kill if you have no reason! We support any decision of yours, and you two brothers are making a fuss like that. Does anyone take advantage of the situation? No! We know that is your housework! No matter whether the path you choose is left or right, we all support it! Where did we do wrong? Where did you mess with you?"

His words were like a cannon, making Aomori Naosaki lowered his head and couldn't answer.

There is no doubt that Sakata and others were really heartbroken.

If it was a power struggle and intrigue, no one would feel angry, no one would think it was unfair.

Success and defeat are the only rules. What is the best nonsense?

But these innocent people were inexplicably baptized, losing their families and families, and living under others' roofs forever. This kind of unfair treatment is unbearable for individuals.

Pan Hongsheng did not speak after entering. He saw that Zhi Zheng, who was kneeling on the ground, had no worries about his life, although his nose, swollen and his face were swollen and his clothes were torn.

"Zhi Zheng, do you still remember me?!" A tall middle-aged man in his forties had thick eyebrows and spoke with a very obvious Kansai accent.

"Master." The words said by Zhizheng made Pan Hongsheng, who was standing beside him dumbfounded: Master? His master is also...

"Do you still have the face to call me master?" The middle-aged man kicked him over and stepped on Nao Zheng's chest with one foot!

The big leather shoes have a metal bottom, and Naomasa's bones are moaning under the crushing force...

"Everyone..." At this moment, Pan Hongsheng knew that he had to come forward. He slowly walked to everyone with his hands in his pockets. Those people were suppressed by his aura and retreated involuntarily...

The middle-aged man took his feet off and hesitated for a moment.

After all, he was in Pan Hongsheng's territory. He knew that this person's words were very important. At this time, he had to look at others' expressions under the roof.

"This is our housework, please don't interfere, Mr. Pan!" In front of everyone, Sakata had to take a few steps forward.

Pan Hongsheng glanced at him and smiled: "Yeah, it's not bad; this is your housework, I have no reason to interfere... But you forgot where this is? This is my territory. Do you want to kill people in my territory? Don't ask me?"

"Okay! Now we ask for your opinion... How about leaving this person to us for disposal?" The middle-aged man whispered in a low voice: "Some of us are killed, the whole family... we don't like fighting and killing, we don't even have the courage to make the so-called faction, we just want to live a good life... But this guy ruined everything! We have no scruples."

This sentence is sincere, with real emotions, and has no artificiality or falsehood at all, which makes Pan Hongsheng feel a little difficult to refuse.

Yes, what does it feel like if the whole family was strangled?

Pan Hongsheng closed his eyes and sighed softly: "You want to kill him, okay..." He raised Naomasa's body, and Naomasa Aomori's height of more than 1.9 meters tall was like a straw in his hand.

Zhizheng never spoke a word, like a mummy.

He was bleeding all over his body. It was obvious that before Pan Hongsheng arrived, he was tortured by these angry people with various tricks.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have died long ago.

But Zhizheng's physique and endurance are very strong, so powerful that they exceed Pan Hongsheng's imagination.

After living in the dungeon for so many years, he can still be powerful and stronger after coming out. This kind of man is born to be a ruler.

In front of his elders and his hands, Naozheng also had a sense of powerlessness without anger, which was also the reason why he was not killed.

A few dozen minutes before Pan Hongsheng came, none of the veterans who hated him to the core killed him. What does this mean?

Pan Hongsheng said in one sentence: "Actually, although you hate him to the core, you still don't want to kill him with your own hands, right?"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, which made everyone excited and stunned.

It really comes to the point. Everyone punches and kicks, but they don’t use any killing moves.

Do they want to torture the other party a little bit? Not all. Although they are deeply hated by blood, they are old ministers of the Aomori family in the Black Dragon Society. They serve the Aomori family for generations, and have a bit of loyalty and righteousness like retainers of feudal dynasties.

They all hoped that Zhizheng would die at the hands of others, and they thought that so many people would always kill the tyrant, but they didn't know that everyone had this idea, and the result was nothing.

"Just! Mr. Pan! If you don't want to kill him, what are so many of us traveling all the way to foreign countries?" Sakata felt his face hot: "Please don't stop us, and don't blame us for being ruthless. There are some things that have no choice!"

"Good words!" Pan Hongsheng clapped his hands and threw Naomasa into front: "Mr. Sakata, it seems that you are the oldest and highest-ranking person among these people. Now there is only one person and only one head. You can do it!"

After saying that, he inserted a cold dagger on the table!

Zhi Zheng, who was lying on the ground, still didn't say anything. His eyes had long been blurred and were blocked by blood.

But he could still see clearly that the knife was a family-born Xiaotai sword of his subordinate Suma before. This knife was made of refined chrysanthemum rebar. It can be said that it represents the highest level of Japanese sword making!

At this time, Naomasa Aomori had no internal energy to protect his body. This sharp blade could effortlessly dismantle him and break him into pieces!

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!" The people behind were excited and kept waving their arms, just like the fanatical German SS during World War II.

Zhizheng used all his last bit of strength and tried to sit up straight and wait for the last blow.

It actually didn't feel good to be beaten by these people like this, and he could no longer be willing to suffer this knife.

Seeing his elders, the faces of the masters deformed due to anger were broken, and Nao Zheng, who had always thought he was a stern heart, was heartbroken.

He sacrificed his biological daughter for hegemony before, and he didn't even blink his eyelids; for his greed, he could sacrifice hundreds of his subordinates...

But in the blood and tears of these old ministers who watched themselves grow up and protect themselves and their family for generations, he really didn't know what to say.

"I, I want to avenge everyone!" Sakata's facial muscles were cramped. I don't know if it was because of excitement or nervousness, his hand trembling with the knife...

The knife was lingering around Zhi Zheng's neck, confiding, but it never cut it down.

Blood, blood flowed, the wound began to grow bigger, and the blood soaked all the clothes under Zhizheng's left neck.

"Okay! He's going to die soon!" Sakata gasped, as if he had done something great.

But Pan Hongsheng's tone was cold like a machine: "The part you cut is an insignificant middle bloodline. There will be no major bleeding in that place, and it has nothing to do with life."

"Enough! Ukita! Come on! I have watched this child grow up since I was a child, and I can't do it!" Sakata handed the knife to the middle-aged man and turned his back.

The middle-aged man called Ukita, who was once the master of Naomasa, was furious: "When is it? Your woman's kindness at this time? Did he have this idea when he killed your son and your little grandson? This kind of pity? Are you old and confused? I'll do it!"
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