Chapter 370

Late at night, the top floor of Sanmu building.

The spacious office is richly decorated. In front of the huge French windows stood a figure. He was an old man, about seventy years old, but he was upright and hale and hearty.

He is wearing a suit, looks a bit fierce, and his eyes are as aggressive as tigers and wolves.

He is the president of Sanmu society and the owner of Sanmu family, Sanmu Wulang.

As the leader of the Sanmu society, he is powerful in Japan, but today, he has a frown and a worried face.

Some time ago, his two grandchildren had accidents one after another. He had three grandchildren and two had accidents. He was planted in China. How could he not be angry.

During this time, he has been using his wealth and power to win over masters from all over Japan and prepare to kill and rescue his two grandchildren in China.

Unexpectedly, before they started, people from China arrived.

Practitioners have the power to surpass ordinary people, not to mention those from ancient China. Although many masters have gathered in this building, he is still a little worried.

Because he knew that if he was not sure, how could Chinese people kill him!

Holding two rings in his hand, he fell into meditation.

A moment later, the door was pushed open and several figures came in one after another.

"President, I've checked. There are no suspicious people entering the country during this period."

"President, all the combatants of each group under the banner have been in place, and the weapons have been distributed."

"President, all the masters have arrived and are ready."

After listening, Miki Wulang frowned, turned around and wondered, "why not? There are so many people, it's impossible to sneak in all?"

"Really not. We've checked all of them. There's no suspicious person. We also specially checked the immigrants in their fifties and sixties."

One replied respectfully.

Miki Wulang frowned deeper and deeper.

Is this just a joke?

However, these two rings are true. Chinese people should really come.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was almost twelve o'clock.

"Send orders and let them cheer me up. The opponent is not an ordinary person. If there is a slight difference, he will die." He snapped.

"Hi!"

Everyone bowed together and then hurried out of the door.

Miki Goro turned back and looked out of the window again. Outside, the lights are shining like a city that never sleeps.

"Thousands of gunmen, nearly a hundred masters... Tianzhao shrine, Jiahe, Yihe, all come, enough, should be enough, even if Maoshan comes all, enough."

He mumbled with the ring in his hands.

However, there was still an ominous premonition in his heart, which made him out of breath.

At the moment, under the building and on the four-way Road, martial law has long been enforced. Within a hundred meters, buses are everywhere. Teams of men in black are patrolling the four directions with guns.

Another circle outside will be the police cordon.

However, there is only a cordon, but there is no police.

Even the police dare not intervene in such a thing.

As time passed, the atmosphere became more dignified and solemn.

When dark clouds cover the moon, heaven and earth fall into darkness.

In this block, only the Sanmu building is brightly lit, illuminating the streets in all directions. They even set up a spotlight on the bus to shine brightly on this side.

Under the light, there were cloth after cloth full of sad faces.

These gunmen all know that this time they are facing practitioners who are beyond ordinary people, and they are just the first wave of cannon fodder.

Their duty is to consume the opponent's strength as much as possible. Maybe they can kill several under heavy fire, which is even better.

They scanned the four directions with vigilance and looked at their watches from time to time.

As the pointer gradually pointed to 12 o'clock, the mood of the people became more and more nervous and uneasy.

At this time, not only them, but the whole building was waiting with bated breath, waiting for the people from China to kill and shoot the first shot.

Time, like solidification, every minute, every second, is so long.

Finally, it's time.

The hearts of the people also mentioned their voices.

With bright eyes, they picked up their guns and put their fingers on the trigger, ready to shoot at any time.

But the streets were empty and there was nothing.

Everyone was stunned and confused.

Just then, on the road at the main entrance of the building, a car came slowly. It was a taxi with music in it. The driver was an uncle, grinning and humming happily.

When the car came, it met the police cordon on the outside floor.

The driver's uncle was stunned, turned back and rushed to the humanitarian on the rear seat: "Hey! There seems to be an accident ahead, so I can't get through!"

On the rear seat, the figure raised his head. I don't know if it was an illusion. The driver always felt that the face was a little strange and vague, but he couldn't see clearly.

"Then stop here! I'll walk over!" The man said, in a somewhat harsh tone, not like a Japanese.

He held out his hand, handed over a ten thousand note and said in a low voice, "don't change it!"

The driver was happy all of a sudden. He said that no matter who he was, if he was so generous, he was a good man.

He thanked again and again. Suddenly, he thought of something and said, "by the way, what are you doing there? That Sanmu building is not a good place, underworld!"

The man chuckled and said, "of course I'm looking for trouble! Kill!"

When the driver heard this, he was stunned and his eyes suddenly widened.

The door opened, and the man went out, dressed in black, as if he had melted into the night.

He walked calmly, lifted the cordon and walked in.

The driver looked forward. At the other end of the street, there was strong light. He could vaguely see figures, surrounded by a dense human wall, with guns in their hands.

The driver's mouth opened wide and his eyes were almost bulging out.

Oh, my God!

What on earth is this?

Is this guy crazy? He is clearly only a person. How dare he come to find trouble in Sanmu society? How dare he move forward in the face of the sea of people ahead?

Did he come to kill or die?

In this way, he stayed for more than ten seconds and suddenly woke up in a cold sweat. Then he jerked the steering wheel, turned a corner, stepped on the gas again and drove away frantically.

On the street, the figure walked forward calmly.

The crowd in front of him was in a commotion, and a strong light came and shone on him.

"What's going on? Who is this man?"

"Is he Chinese? No! Why is there only one?"

When the news spread, the whole building was a sensation and everyone was stunned.

After confirming several times that there was no one around except this person, everyone laughed.