Chapter 196 Enmity

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Pan Hongsheng understands the weight of this sentence: These people are all masters!

It is estimated that the moves of people at this level are more important than light!

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

"Drive, go to the bar!"

Pan Hongsheng dressed in a hurry, and he was surprised that he made this decision almost without hesitation.

Ten minutes later, when he came to his remote bar, the small bar was already full of eclips.

The guests had been scared away for a long time. The light in the hall was bleak, and a man half knelt in the middle, surrounded by a circle of people.

"Direct government! Don't think you can muddle through today if you don't turn back!" Sakata, the leader, has a loud voice: "Do you think we will let you go like this? Don't think about it! We are all old ministers of the Black Dragon Society! I have been following your Aomori family for decades! Decades! Kill it if you say it, and kill it if you don't have any reason! We support any of your decisions. You two brothers are making such a scene. Do one of us take advantage of it? No! We know that's your housework! Whether the path you choose is left or right, we support it! What did we do wrong? Where did I mess with you?

His words seemed to be a series of cannons, which made Aomori Naomasa bow his head and unable to answer.

There is no doubt that Sakata and others are really heart-wounding.

If it is really a power struggle, no one will feel angry, and no one will think it is unfair.

Success or failure is the only rule. What's the nonsense?

But these innocent people are inexplicably washed by blood, losing their families and families, and living under the shelter of others. This kind of unfair treatment is unbearable.

Pan Hongsheng did not make a sound after entering. He saw that although Zhizheng, who was kneeling on the ground, had a blue nose, a swollen face and ragged clothes, he had no worry about his life.

"Jizheng, do you remember me?" A tall middle-aged man in his forties has thick eyebrows and speaks with an obvious Kansai accent.

"Master." What Zhizheng said made Pan Hongsheng beside him stunned: Master? My own master is also...

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

Big leather shoes, the bottom is made of metal, and the bones of Zhizheng are moaning under the pressure of huge force...

"Everyone..." At this time, Pan Hongsheng knew that he had to come forward. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and slowly walked to the crowd. Those people were pressed by his aura and involuntarily retreated...

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

After all, in Pan Hongsheng's territory, he knew that this person's words were very important. At this time, he had to look at other people's faces under the eaves of others.

"This is our housework. Please don't interfere, Mr. Pan!" In full view of the public, Sakata had to take a few steps forward.

Pan Hongsheng looked at him and smiled, "Well, that's right; this sentence is right; this is your housework, and I have no reason to intervene... But you forgot where it is? This is my territory. In my territory, do you want to kill people? Don't you ask me?"

"Okay! Now let's ask for your opinion... How about leaving this person at our disposal? The middle-aged man whispered with anger, "We have a whole family that has been killed, the whole family... We don't like to fight and kill. We don't even have the courage to engage in the so-called faction. We just want to live a good life... But this guy has ruined everything! We don't have any scruples."

This sentence is sincere, with real emotions, and is not fake at all, which makes Pan Hongsheng feel a little difficult to refuse.

Yes, the whole family was strangled. What's it like?

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

Zhizheng never said a word, just like a mummy.

He was bleeding all over his body. Obviously, he was tortured by these angry people with various tricks before Pan Hongsheng came.

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

But Zhizheng's physique and endurance are very strong, beyond Pan Hongsheng's imagination.

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

In front of his elders and his subordinates, Zhizheng still had a momentum of not being angry, which was also the reason why he was not killed.

In the dozens of minutes before Pan Hongsheng came, none of these elders who hated him to the bone were killed. What does this mean?

It's still Pan Hongsheng who broke the sky: "Actually, although you hate him to the bone, you still don't want to kill him with your own hands, aren't you?"

This sentence was like a Thunderbolt, which stunned the excited crowd.

It's really to the point. Everyone punched me, but they didn't kill.

Do you want to torture each other to death a little bit? Not at all. Although they have a deep blood feud, they are after all the old ministers of the Aomori family of the Black Dragon Association. They have served the Aomori family for several generations, and they are a little loyal and righteous as the ministers of the feudal dynasty.

They all hope that Zhizheng will die at the hands of others. They all think that so many people will always kill this tyrant, but they don't know that everyone has this idea, and the result is that there is no result.

"Joke! Mr. Pan! If you don't want to kill him, why do so many of us go all the way to a foreign country? Sakata felt his face hot: "Please don't stop us, and don't blame us for being ruthless. Some things have no choice!"

"Well said!" Pan Hongsheng clapped his hands and threw the muddy Zhizheng forward: "Mr. Sakata, it seems that you are the oldest and highest-ranking person among these people. Now there is only one person, and there is only one head. You can do it!"

After saying that, he put a cold flashing dagger into the table!

Zhizheng, who fell to the ground, still didn't say anything. His eyes had long been blurred and covered with blood.

But he can still see clearly that the knife is the small knife handed down by his former subordinates. This knife is made of refined chrysanthemum steel, which can be said to represent the highest level of Japanese sword production!

At this time, Aomori Naomasa has no inner air to protect his body. This sharp blade can effortlessly remove him into eight pieces and smash ten thousand pieces of pieces!

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

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

In fact, it's not good to be beaten by these people. He can't wait to suffer this knife.

Seeing their elders, the faces of the masters were deformed by anger, and the straight government, who had always thought that their hearts were broken.

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

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

"I, I want to avenge everyone!" Sakata's facial muscles were a little cramped. I don't know whether it was because of excitement or nervousness. His hand holding the knife couldn't help trembling...

The knife lingered on the edge of Zhizheng's neck and confided, but he never cut it.

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

"Okay! He is going to die soon!" Sakata gasped and seemed to have done a great thing.

But Pan Hongsheng's tone was cold like a machine: "The part you cut is an irrelevant middle bloodline. That place will not cause heavy bleeding, and it has nothing to do with life."

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

Known as the middle-aged man of Yuhido, that is, the former master of Zhizheng, he was furious: "When is it? Are you a woman's benevolent at this time? Did he have this idea when he killed your son and your little grandson? This kind of pity? Are you confused?! I'll do it!"