"What do you want to do?! Is your organization so disreputable?"
Yamada Hato's face turned red from the pain of his arms being pulled along with his body. The sudden change made him look at the expressionless man opposite him in shock and anger. He also glanced at the bodyguards over there from time to time. While he was worried about being embarrassed, he was also afraid that someone would really shoot.
"Hehe... nothing."
The man lifted the old man in the air like a chick, his tiger eyes under his thick eyebrows were as fierce as lightning, staring at him so hard that Yamada Jiu turned his eyes away.
The hoarse voice finally spoke, "I just want to tell you that Showa is all trash, and..."
The man exerted force on his hands, and the moment he clenched his five fingers, Yamada Hao's wrist suddenly made a crisp "crack" sound, and it was instantly crushed. The old man opened his mouth in pain, screamed hysterically, and his whole body was shaking. Then, he was thrown back into the wheelchair like a rag doll. The man didn't even look at him, took the metal box and put it in his trouser pocket, then turned and walked away.
"Also... a lot of my men died in this operation. This hand is an extra price, short monkey."
"you!!!"
Yamada Hato’s face flushed red, and the severe pain in his wrist made him speechless. The bodyguard next to him came closer and said, “President, do you want to…” The man made a gesture of cutting his neck.
"There's no time left. Once I complete my ambition, these people will be nothing but ants under my feet!" Enduring the severe pain, Yamada Hao glared at the figures of the group of people who were going away, and asked his bodyguards to push him away to a cave that he had found several years ago.
The long and winding cave was covered with stalactites when it was first discovered. Over the years, he secretly dispatched several construction companies to take turns to expand the outer cave into a tunnel built of reinforced concrete in a confidential manner. The wheelchair could be pushed across the road without feeling any shaking.
After a group of people entered, the air twisted and fluctuated in the dim light of the iron walls on both sides of the cave. A figure in a green shirt and white robe followed slowly behind, stroking the fox in his arms.
The thumb-sized long sword and an octagonal bronze mirror on his waist swayed gently as he walked. Passing through the dim light, Lu Liangsheng listened to the movement in front of him. His figure gradually disappeared in the light, and no one could see him. He walked on the iron-paved road. The view in front of him gradually became wider. After turning a corner, the ground returned to its original appearance of the cave. There was a huge cavity inside. Several huge stalactites stood on the edge like plants. In the middle, there was a huge rock several feet high, shaped like a hill, with several hemp ropes wrapped around it and hung with wind chimes and talismans.
Lu Liangsheng walked to the side and quietly conjured up a stone chair and sat down. He placed the sleepy red fox between his legs and leaned against the back of the chair. He looked at the Japanese people lined up over there with interest. When he saw the old man in the wheelchair taking the container of rouge blood and the essence extracted from the slaughtered mermaid and holding it in his palm, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Are you going to worship the gods? Hmm... It seems to be an evil god that is suppressed here..."
"I have seen almost all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, but do you know the gods here?"
'… He probably doesn't know him. Since we're here, let's wait for him to summon the evil spirit here and kill him at the same time.'
'As for the man outside... Master and the Taoist priest should have caught up with him by now.'
A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he heard the old man shouting "Yamata Enryuchi" over there. The scholar crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and gently stroked the red fox's fur. With his other hand, he conjured up a cup of tea, took a sip, and watched with interest as a group of Japanese people kowtowed and shouted at the big rock, as if it were a cult farce.
…
Outside the cave, the night wind blew through the forest, and amid the rustling sound of leaves, a group of people who were returning along the original path suddenly stopped, and the woman in the group stepped forward and whispered, "Captain?"
The leading man raised his hand, glanced at the rustling woods around him, and lowered his voice.
"Someone is waiting for us here."
Around them, a group of mercenaries suddenly had nervousness on their faces. Being used to seeing life and death did not mean they were not afraid of death. They scattered and crawled on the mud and water, or took cover on the rocks under the mountain wall, scanning the surroundings through the scope to find dangerous positions where the enemy might be hiding.
Someone noticed that the captain was still standing in the open and clear area over there. The Eastern European woman leaned out slightly and called out, "Tiger."
The wind blew, but the figure standing there did not move at all. He looked solemnly at the forest path ahead, and vaguely saw a figure walking towards him.
Um
The man called tiger by the woman frowned even more. As a warrior, he had excellent eyesight. With the help of the cold moonlight, he saw a figure coming from afar. He was wearing a Taoist robe. It was the Taoist who was hit by a car before. He didn't expect that he was not hurt at all after being run over by the car.
The moment the thought flashed through his mind, the figure he was staring at suddenly disappeared from his sight. Bang! The soil several meters away suddenly exploded, revealing the footprints. With his focused eyes, he could see clearly that the other person's figure did not disappear, but was so fast that his eyes could not keep up.
Now, when he caught up, it was just a blurry afterimage. In the moonlight, what could be vaguely seen was a face with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks, and a toad lying on the other's shoulder with its two legs hanging, flicking its tongue.
From disappearing to suddenly reappearing, it took less than a second. The man only had time to raise his arms before a loud bang hit him in front of him. The combat uniform he had put on again was shattered and flew everywhere. His body flew out like a cannonball, smashing a big tree behind him, bouncing sideways to the ground, and still rolling out, plowing the muddy mountain road and smashing the rocks on the side of the road. The tree trunk that was broken in half dragged with a rustling sound, and the dense tree cage collapsed, covering the half of the body buried under the broken rocks.
The mercenaries who were hiding behind the rocks of the mountain wall stared in amazement at a Taoist priest who was in a palm-strike stance on the open space over there. They forgot about the next tactics for a moment. In their eyes, they could not understand what kind of force their captain had suffered.
"It's simply not something a human can do."
When someone murmured dully, the Taoist over there glanced at the expression of the foreigner, then slowly retracted his palm with satisfaction, clapped his hands, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the night sky with a serious look. Under the hem of his robe, the toes in his shoes were stretched tense and curled up.
… No wonder Lao Lu always pretends to be like, “Fuck you”… It feels so good!
Over there, a group of people reacted at this time. The Eastern European woman raised her gun and shouted: "Shoot him, kill him!"
The Taoist took a glance, hummed, raised his hand to brush off the sleeves of his robe, spread out his palm, and with his other hand, he quickly wrote seal characters on the palm of his hand with his fingers.
"Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding..."
Just as they reacted and the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at them, the Taoist turned around and raised his hand to push. More than a dozen figures stood up or squatted, and stood there motionless, pulling the trigger.
"You have solved it, what should I do?"
On Old Sun's shoulder, the Toad Taoist held his ear and looked over there with displeasure. He was about to swing his webbed feet to hit Sun Yingxian, but the falling webbed feet suddenly stopped. The toad's face turned to the direction of the collapsed tree, and the corners of its mouth suddenly cracked and pulled to the back of its head.
"He's so tough, not bad, I'll leave him to me."
The short figure jumped off the Taoist's shoulder and landed on the ground. He put his flippers on his back and walked through the mud on his flippers.
Under the broken and fallen tree over there, the pile of broken rocks moved, and the rocks on top rolled down and buried the body below. He stood up from the ground with his upper body naked. The sliding rocks exposed his back, and the tattooed tiger head seemed to be baring its teeth and roaring, and gradually it became colorful.
In the dim light, the man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, curled his bloodstained fingers, clenched his fists with a crackling sound, and his muscles swelled and tightened. He seemed to have grown bigger and his eyes were ferocious.
His voice was powerful, and he spoke each word with emphasis.
"It's not strong enough, try again!"