Chapter 418 - The Battle of Hypnotists (1/2)

Chapter 418 The Battle of Hypnotists

After the old man with a white beard gave the order, the others in the meeting room swarmed out.

Finally, only two people were in the meeting room. One was the white beard old man, and other one was a middle-aged man of about 40.

And the middle-aged man should be a foreigner with brown hair and fair skin.

“Mr. Dong, shall we retreat?” The foreigner looked at the old man with a white beard with great composure.

Mm!

Mr. Dong looked calm now, and he even laughed, “It’s time to retreat. Demonic center’s initial experiment was too public and attracted too much attention. Now we got the swindled money from Yamaguchi-gumi, and we only need to find a new base and get on with it. We will try our best to figure out the genetic preference formula.”

“Good. Now we go.” The foreigner smiled and followed Mr. Dong turn around and get out.

…

“D*mn it. What do you want to do?”

The old man Yamamoto from Nihon was now surrounded by a crowd at a large iron gate. Two people in ninja suits kept the old man behind them. The old man was clutching a safe box.

Those who surround that old man were of course the experts in the meeting room just now.

“Old dog Yamamoto, leave the seed and antibody behind. Then we can let you go.”

“Don’t make us do it. Both of us don’t have a minute to spare.”

“Put things down. And I’ll let you f**k off! ”

A group of experts looked fierce with fangs bared.

Old man Yamamoto was mad and he shouted, “You beasts. Do you know I’m Yamamoto group’s leader Yamamoto Longyi’s new bro? How dare you threaten me in this way? You…”

“F**k off! ”

Before old man Yamamoto finished his words, a strong bearded man pounced on him and reached for old man Yamamoto’s collar.

Whoosh!

However, two ninjas in front of old man Yamamoto moved at the same time.

Two katanas got out of their sheaths. With a flash of sharp knife light flashed, strong men’s arm was cut off.

“Ow! Killing me! You even dared to cut off my arm. Kill them!”

“Motherf**ker. Daring to fight us with katana, you’re dead meat.”

“Go! Kill them!”

The side of Xiaoyao Sect’s experts rushed. With so many people fighting a few in such a small area, it was almost a win.

A flurry of knives flashed by, two ninjas were chopped to pieces.

“Ba Ka! Oh, no! Stop it! I’ll give things to you.”

Old man Yamamoto was completely stunned. He shouted and handed the safe box out.

“Dumbas*. I wish you’d been so obedient earlier.”

“Old Yamamoto, I hope you can behave yourself when you see us again.”

“For the sake of all the money your Yamamoto group gave us, I won’t kill you today. F**k off. ”

This group of experts taunted old Yamamoto mercilessly. One bald man stepped forward and reached for old Yamamoto’s box.

Old Yamamoto seemed to be really obedient and let them take the safe box.

However, at the moment the bald man took the safe box. A terrible light suddenly flashed in old Yamamoto’s eyes.

Whoosh!

They didn’t know when a two-foot long dagger appeared in old Yamamoto’s hand. The sharp dagger lifted upward and cut open the bald man’s stomach and chest in one puff.

Then, with one move of old Yamamoto’s left hand, he took the safe box back into his hand. He swung his dagger in succession with his right hand, and killed four men in a row. He finally broke through the crowd.

The change came so quickly that a group of Xiaoyao Sect’s experts did not react.

They didn’t wake up until old Yamamoto broke through the crowd.

“F**k! This old Yamamoto is an expert!”

“Catch him! This old guy is obviously a ninja, and probably a Heaven Ninja.”

“Don’t let him out. Once a ninja is out there, he can’t be found any more.”

The rest of the experts chased him. But old Yamamoto showed a speed that was completely out of keeping with his age, and his pursuers got further and further away from him.

But just as he was running to the exit, a big hand popped out from the exit. And in this hand, there was a swinging pocket watch.

“Who?” Old Yamamoto suddenly paused, and his eyes naturally fixed on the wobbly pocket watch.

Then the owner of the hand appeared. He was a foreigner with brown hair and white skin, his sky-blue eyes locked on old Yamamoto’s eyes.

“What’s the use of your good kung fu? No matter what you can’t live to be 100 years old. You might as well go and have a good sleep when you have time. Why should you fight for a little money? Is that right?” Said the foreigner in a harmless manner, being like an old teacher.

Later a miracle happened. Old Yamamoto’s fierce eyes glazed over, as if he had been a little bit sleepy.