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The four subordinates answered in unison.
Despite the man's numerous and detailed demands that were almost annoying, no one dared to complain because of the generous compensation.
They walked together toward the bathroom located on the west side of the living room.
Standing alone in front of the six unconscious women, Nagashima Eika murmured softly as if to comfort herself, "You don't have anything to lose."
Women are born to be used by men.
I've carefully selected more powerful men for you; you should be thanking me.
"Haha~"
A mocking chuckle suddenly rang out from behind her.
Nagashima Eika instantly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
Where did this person come from?!
She turned her head abruptly in alarm, only to see a tall man standing silently behind her, just a step away.
He was wearing a black T-shirt and casual pants.
But that's not the point. The point is that he was wearing a fox mask that looked quite old, and he was holding a katana in his left hand.
Nagashima Eika's heart nearly leaped out of her chest, her voice shrill with extreme tension as she cried out, "Fox?! You... how did you get here?!"
Hearing her scream, her four subordinates who were in the bathroom immediately rushed out.
At the same time, they did not forget to take out brass knuckles from inside their clothes, skillfully put them on their hands, and assume a fighting stance.
Their quick reaction proves they have received some training.
"Fox, you dare to do that?"
Before one of them could finish his harsh words, Nagashima Eika realized what was happening and hurriedly shouted, "Don't move!"
According to news reports, this "fox" is a master swordsman who can decapitate people with a single stroke.
At such close range, Nagashima Eika had no doubt that her head would be chopped off before her men could even get close.
“Fox, we have no grudge against each other,” she said quickly, trying to negotiate. “If you want to save people, you can take all six women with you.”
I can give you another sum of money.
I will absolutely not tell a single word about seeing you tonight!
Qingze chuckled and said, "I have no interest in saving people; what I want are your lives."
"I advise you not to be so arrogant!"
Megumi Nagashima raised her voice, trying to put pressure on him, "All four of my employees have undergone professional boxing training, and each of them is a master boxer who can take on ten opponents at once!"
They still wear brass knuckles now, so they can kill someone in just a few punches!
You're alone; even with a knife, you can't possibly take on both of them at once. Why risk a lose-lose situation?
Towards the end, she forced a softening in her tone, even trying to make her eyes well up with tears, "We can actually be friends~"
The allure she tried to project was, in Aozawa's eyes, not even comparable to a single toe of Tsukishima Chizuru.
His tone remained unchanged, still cold: "Instead of talking nonsense, tell me who the guest you are going to greet is?"
Nagashima Eika's heart sank, realizing that the other party was determined not to let her go.
Anger instantly overwhelmed her fear, and she shrieked, "So what if I told you?!"
The next person to arrive is U.S. Army Brigadier General Charleson Green, along with four of his friends!
"Do you dare lay a hand on a U.S. brigadier general?!"
Her tone was sharp, and her gaze was fixed on the fox mask on Qingze's face.
The mask concealed his expression, but the eyes peeking out from the eye sockets gave Nagashima Eika an answer that instantly plunged her into an icy abyss.
This guy really dares to do it!
The look in those eyes was so cold and indifferent, unlike the look a human should have. Instead, it was like a god high in the clouds looking down at tiny ants on the ground.
The anger that had just risen in her heart was extinguished as if doused with cold water, and what surged up in her was unparalleled fear.
The chilling feeling of death gripped her limbs and bones like an icy hand.
"No, don't kill me! I'll give you anything! I'll give you anything!"
She pleaded desperately.
“Very well,” Qingze’s voice was calm and even, “then hand over your life.”
Before he could finish speaking, he gripped the hilt of the knife.
"call!"
A crimson blade flashed out of its sheath like lightning tearing through the night sky.
The speed was so fast that before the look of astonishment on Nagashima Eika's face could even fade, she felt a chill on her neck, followed by a light, weightless sensation.
She saw a headless corpse wearing a silver-gray suit, gushing blood forward.
Ah...that familiar figure...
The thought had barely crossed her mind when her consciousness sank into eternal darkness.
"Boom."
The head rolled onto the floor.
The crimson tag of "[Illusion Demon Commander]" then merged, transforming into a beam of red light that shot into Qingze's brow.
The four henchmen watched helplessly as their boss died instantly, their faces showing no fear, but rather filled with rage.
One of them roared and charged forward, shouting, "Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"
The other three also clenched their fists, which were covered with brass knuckles, and pounced from different directions.
With a thought, Qingze channeled his magic into his legs.
Without releasing the magic externally, but only confining it to the internal circulation, it can greatly enhance the explosive power and speed of the legs.
He stomped his foot hard on the ground!
"Whoosh!"
He lunged forward like a ghost.
The once calm air instantly transformed into a powerful gale as he ran at high speed, lashing against his cheeks and clothes.
At the same time, he pushed his perception to its limit.
It was as if an absolute domain, completely under his control, had formed around him.
The four enemies' rapidly flowing blood, their violent heartbeats, the tension and relaxation of their muscle fibers, the trajectory and angle of their punches, and even their attempts to flank and maneuver...
Every detail was laid bare and clearly reflected in his mind.
This extreme perception even gave him a strange premonition that he could predict what would happen in the next few seconds.
In this state, every strike Qingze made was precise and deadly.
The blade skimmed across the throat of the man charging at the front like a dragonfly skimming the water.
In his perception, warm blood was slowly flowing from the ruptured blood vessel into the wound.
The other three hadn't even had time to form the concept of "fear" in their minds.
With a flick of his wrist, Qingze slashed the blade diagonally downwards from above, easily cleaving open the man's chest on the right as if cutting through soft mud.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward, and the blade flashed upwards, drawing a tragic arc.
call!
The heads of the other two flew off.
Immediately, he nimbly stepped back and flicked his wrist.
"Chirp~"
The blood that stained the blade was flicked off, splashing onto the polished marble floor in a bewitching crimson fan pattern.
He withdrew his senses from their extreme expansion.
The battle scene, which had seemed to be playing in slow motion, suddenly returned to normal speed.
Blood spurted from the wounds, and the two heads fell to the ground with a thud, the dull thud of the bodies hitting the ground almost simultaneously.
Four scarlet rays of light, one after the other, simultaneously entered his brow.
“Awesome!”
Qingze tilted his head back, feeling the magic power growing again in his dantian, and a look of intoxication and satisfaction appeared on his face.
He sheathed the "Oni-Tetsu" but did not leave immediately.
Come here.
Qingze didn't mind taking the soon-to-arrive US brigadier general and his friends with him as well.
Chapter 89 Crushing a Bullet with Bare Hands
Qingze never considered himself a champion of justice.
He did not harbor the idea that "he himself must end all the darkness in the world."
But he would never choose to turn a blind eye to villains who deliberately walk into the line of fire.
After all, he was holding a knife, not a fire poker.
Qingze gently placed the knife on the polished marble floor, his hands clasped together at the end of the hilt, like a silent statue, quietly awaiting the arrival of the "distinguished guest".
……
The once quiet streets of Honmachi were suddenly torn apart by a burst of loud heavy metal rock music.
A rugged-looking off-road vehicle sped into the street at an almost reckless speed, its body swaying slightly to the beat of the music.
Charleson, with one hand on the steering wheel, joined his four friends in belting out old rock songs they used to sing in college, their voices excited and hoarse.