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Chapter 1942

"Saving things like you is a waste of air. It would be better to send you to see the King of Hell directly!"

Xiao Yang put his hands in his pockets and gradually approached his husband on Mishima.

Mishima's eyes were as big as a copper bell, and he stepped backwards repeatedly, but after just a few steps, his back touched the wall and there was no way out.

"Don't come over! Otherwise you will regret it!"

The husband on Mishima kept swallowing his saliva, and the cold sweat on his forehead was like pouring rain, flowing downwards with crackling sounds, his body trembling constantly, as if a powerful motor was installed.

Before Xiao Yang came into contact with the world of martial arts, he knew that the Tanwan Kingdom wanted to get involved in the territory of the Han Kingdom, but he did not expect that the same was true in the world of martial arts. Once these guys from the Tanwan Kingdom had such a heart, they would not give up easily. How could Xiao Yang let the tiger go back to the mountain?

Whoosh-

A cyclone flew out of Xiao Yang's palm, and it was impartially at the center of the brow of the husband on Mishima. With a bang, the whole head exploded, and red and white liquid splashed everywhere.

Lao Ba, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but take a breath when he saw the bloody scene in front of him, and even called out in his heart.

He personally invited the Musato from Tanman Kingdom. Everyone in the Yamaguchi Association knew that when Musato happened in the Han Dynasty, how could the Yamaguchi Association easily spare him?

Lao Ba's legs became weak, and he sat on the ground in despair on his fat face.

Xiao Yang walked up to him and asked in a deep voice: "Is the death of those eight Feng Tianyang related to you?"

The eighth Lao nodded powerlessly.

Xiao Yang asked again: "Who asked you to hire people from the Assassin Club?"

"I...I can't say it!"

"Can't you say? Do you want to be like him, too?"

Xiao Yang asked back, then pointed at the headless husband Mishima's body.

Lao Ba knew that Xiao Yang was not someone he could provoke, but when his heart moved, a thought arose in his mind, saying, "I can tell you the employer behind me, but you have to promise me a condition!"

"hehe!"

When Xiao Yang heard this, he sneered twice, then suddenly reached out his hand, and the big hand, which was like a tiger claw, pinched Lao Ba's throat hard, and then picked up his fat body directly from the ground.

Lao Ba's hands tightly grasped Xiao Yang's arm, and his oily face turned red and purple, and his feet that left the ground were swinging desperately.

"You brought the people from the tiny country into the Han country. I haven't settled the accounts with you yet. Do you still dare to negotiate with me now? Who gave you the courage?"

The powerful aura revealed by Xiao Yang's body seemed to freeze the air around him into solid, and pressed towards Lao Ba, making him even more unable to breathe.

"I...I said..."

Lao Ba said with great difficulty.

Xiao Yang's hand relaxed, and Lao Ba's bloated body fell to the ground "thrust" and he breathed one after another, with a shock on his face, "It was Du Qifeng, the eldest son of the Du family, who asked me to do this!"

Du Qifeng?

How could it be this guy?

Xiao Yang frowned and thought for a while. Based on his understanding of Du Qifeng, Du Qifeng has always been unable to get up early without profit, and has never done a loss-making business. He killed Feng Tianyang and eight others, causing such a big panic in the martial arts world. What are the benefits for him?
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