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Li Dao ignored Ma Yongzhen and said to the British Ambassador, ”Hand over R himself and we will leave.”

In fact, Li Dao could speak English, but he didn't have the mood to argue with these people. All he wanted to do was kill all of them and leave this world.

”Mr. Li Dao, I can't agree to your request. Mr. Qiao Ben is my friend, I can't give him to you.”

The interpreter said to Li Dao in an arrogant tone.

Li Dao cast a sidelong glance at him. The sword light was like a dragon as the translator's head fell on the ground as blood spurted out into the sky.

”I hate people who forget their ancestors the most. ”Since Mr. Ambassador is unwilling to hand over the person, then I will have to do it myself.” Li Dao took a step forward.

The translator was dead. No one could understand what Li Dao was saying. Seeing that Li Dao was about to pull out his sword and kill him, he ran backwards while trembling.

The British ambassador shouted as he ran, but Li Dao didn't listen carefully to what they were saying.

Almost everyone had run away. Hakamoto and the others, however, did not run away. They were in a confrontation with Li Dao.

”My wife and son are in trouble. Hashimoto, if you still have a bit of warrior spirit, hand over the chrysanthemum.” Li Dao said coldly.

”It's not impossible to let her go. As long as Li Sang is willing to cooperate with us, we can discuss everything.”

This time, Li Dao didn't say anything as he took a few steps forward and charged toward Big Yellow.

Seeing Li Dao rushing towards him, Qiao Ben Hong stretched his neck and unhurriedly pulled out the katana at his waist.

He was not a powerless businessman, but an elite spy.

Ma Yongzhen also rushed towards the others.

In the blink of an eye, Li Dao's long sword collided with Qiao Ben Hongyi's katana.

Under the incredulous gaze of Qiao Yifan, the treasured blade handed down by his ancestors was easily sliced apart by Li Dao. Li Dao then placed the sword against Qiao Yifan's neck.

”Stop, all of you stop!”

Hakamoto steadied his mind and called out.

Seeing Li Dao had placed his sword on Qiao Ben Hong's neck, the group had no choice but to stop.

”Where's Feverfew?” Li Dao suppressed his sword and asked.