The bodyguards' expressions changed, and the one who knew Chinese immediately stuttered, "Don't move! What do you want, say! Say!"

Ye Zhen pressed the tip of the knife toward Yamaki Tsuka's neck and shouted, "Call Kurosawakawa to see me, now!"

"What, what?!"

"Kurosawakawa! Call Kurosawakawa to see me! I'll give you ten minutes, but you won't come after ten minutes. Every minute, you cut off a finger of the hostage! If you don't come after ten fingers, I'll take the life of my grandson in Shandi!"

Ye Zhen grabbed Shan Dichong's middle finger and twisted it in the opposite direction neatly!

With a click, the sound of bone fracture is so crisp and audible that the men in the whole room shivered!

The sound almost made everyone's fingers hurt at the same time, and Shan Dichong instantly burst into tears. Ye Zhen poked his knife into the flesh and asked coldly: "Do you want your tongue to be cut off?"

"Ah...ah..." Shan Dichong tried his best to vent his breath, gasping in pain because of fear.

The bodyguard finally couldn't bear it. Several people ran away tremblingly at the same time, while the other trembled too hard and fell to the ground after running two steps.

"Come here! Come here! Call Mr. Kurosawa, hurry!"

The alarm bell was heard and screamed everywhere. The entire villa almost instantly fell into a huge panic.

(2)

At 10:8 in the morning, Kurosawa received an emergency call from Yamadi Ren; at 10:25, he drove to the resort villa; at 28, he rushed up the stairs to arrive at the scene.

He was greeted with a scream, and the bodyguard yelled: "Stop! Stop! Young Master Kurosawa is here!"

Shan Dichong's whole body was spasm, his face turned blue and gray, and his last little finger was also scrapped in Ye Zhen's hand. Ten fingers were hanging softly at a very strange and horrifying angle.

Ye Zhen leaned against the wall and gently pushed his body forward like soft mud in the mountains.

"Yo, skewer."

The boy smiled coldly and walked slowly forward.

Yamadhi Tsuke collapsed to the ground almost immediately. Ye Zhen didn't even look at it and stepped on his body directly. The bodyguards around him were almost collapsed, and they raised their guns with trembling hands, but before they could pull the trigger, Kurosawa stopped him with his hand.

"Ye Zhen." Kurosawa slowly pronounced the name and smiled: "Very good, very good..."

"What's good?"

"You're very good." Kurosawa slowly walked forward and smiled, "I thought Ye Zhen was a bit kind, but now I know that when I see you, I still have a lot of heart to be honest when I start. I'll feel relieved."

The two of them moved forward at the same time and soon stood in front of each other. Ye Zhen was not as tall as his peers of this era, and was thinner. He looked up slightly and stared at Kurosawa's eyes: "My kindness is only for giving alms and people, and never wasted on bastards."

Kurosawa smiled unchanged and asked, "It sounds like he is talking about me?"

Ye Zhen said curiously: "Is there a second bastard here?"

The room was stiff, as if the air was frozen and could not even hear breathing.

Kurosawa and Ye Zhen looked at each other. Although they were tall and short, they were all old and weak, but they were both rare masters in the world. Their auras were extremely strong, which made people almost breathless.

Several bodyguards had weak legs and secretly took a step back outside the door.

"—Ye Zhen." Kurosawa took a breath and said in a deep voice: "You are still a child, I won't take advantage of you. Let's go eat and have a good sleep first. When you have a rest, we will see you in the basement."

Ye Zhen raised the corner of his lips and glanced at him contemptuously: "No, after dealing with you, I'll go home for dinner."

If Ye Zhen was a few years older, he would not refuse the kindness from the enemy. If he listened to Kurosawa and went to rest and eat first, then during the competition, even if there was no overwhelming change in his mental state, he would be much better.

But he was too young and there were many things that life didn't have time to teach him.

Kurosawa shook his head and smiled, a little sarcastic and helpless.

He waved his hand and called a bodyguard and ordered in Japanese: "Take this child to the basement, behave properly, don't scare him."

The bodyguard gritted his teeth and glared at Ye Zhen, and focused his attention: "Yes!"

The basement of this resort villa is actually very large and luxuriously decorated. If it weren't for the windows, it would look like a high-end gym. The floor was covered with wooden floors, with eight to eight meters of rings in the middle, and golden metal chains were blocked around to prevent players from falling down.

Shan Diren arrived at the scene in person and sat in the audience with a gloomy face. When he saw Ye Zhen, he could hardly hold back and got up to come over, but he was quickly stopped by the bodyguard.

The old lady from the mountain came, and sat in the first row with her back straight. She seemed to be wearing grand and stiff makeup all year round, and she looked like a noble and aging sculpture.

Ye Zhen washed his face, changed into a clean white training suit, and stood under the strong light of the ring, his face as transparent as ice jade.

Kurosawa stood in front of him and noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with his left hand. When he looked closely, he found that his three fingers had no nails, only a layer of new film; and there were black and red blood scabs in the cracks of his nails.

Injured left hand?

The pain of the fingers connected to the heart and the nail flap is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Kurosawa frowned slightly, unable to explain what his heart felt.

Ye Zhen was obsessed with seeking revenge from the mountain family, and he never really understood the reason. At first, he thought Ye Zhen was Long Jiwei's adopted son, and Long Jiwei has always been a big trouble for Japan's special security department. Ye Zhen's move may have been instructed; but later he found that it was not. Ye Zhen's hatred for the mountain family was very distinct. Judging from his ruthlessness towards Shan Di Chong, it seemed that he had ever had an endless hatred.

Why?

What exactly happened?

Who is this boy who calls himself the thirteenth son of the Ye family in Lushun?

Kurosawa sighed slightly, and Ye Zhen shouted: "Hey, Chuanchuan!"
Chapter completed!