Hot Blood: Dominate the World with Your Fists

Halfway through the journey, Hong Yousuke and his four companions headed towards another intersection and the back door of the warehouse.

Higashino Arakuryu and Murayama continued walking towards the main entrance of the warehouse.

At the main entrance of the warehouse, two men in black suits were chatting and smoking while leaning against the wall.

I saw Tono Arairyu and Murayama Yoshiki coming over.

They all stopped chatting and turned to look at Tono Arairyu and Murayama Yoshiki.

"Let me confirm again, this is your village association's territory, right?"

As Dongye Huanglong spoke, he put the gasoline barrel in his hand on the ground.

The two men in black suits realized that Tono Arairyu and Murayama Yoshiki were up to no good when they saw them carrying gasoline barrels.

"Boy, since you know that this is under the jurisdiction of our village, you still dare to come here so arrogantly. Are you here to cause trouble?"

"That's right, I'm here to kill you! Hahaha, go to hell!"

Dongye Huanglong laughed wildly with excitement, then quickly rushed to a man in a suit and punched him in the throat.

With a "crack", the suit man's larynx was shattered by Dongye Huanglong, and he fell to the ground, deader than dead.

The other man in the suit was completely stunned by Dong Ye Huang Long's ruthless tactics. He was immediately at a loss, his eyes widened, a look of fear and despair on his face.

However, Dongye Huanglong showed no mercy. He rushed forward, his movements swift and decisive. He stretched out his hands and firmly grasped the man in the suit's head.

Then, with all his might, he twisted the suited man's head to the side. With a sharp snap, the unfortunate man's neck was instantly broken. His head tilted to the side, and his body collapsed limply to the ground. Blood gushed from the wound, staining the surrounding ground red.

After doing all this, Higashino Arairyu picked up the gasoline barrel on the ground and handed it to the stunned Murayama Yoshiki, then picked up the bodies of the two men in suits with both hands and walked towards the warehouse.

. . . . . . .

Inside the warehouse, over thirty members of the Jiacun Association, all dressed in black suits, sat around smoking, drinking, and boasting. Their faces shone with pride, as if they were truly impressive. One of them was recounting a recent experience collecting protection money, while the others listened with rapt attention, occasionally erupting in laughter and admiration.

There were also a dozen men wearing white samurai uniforms and carrying samurai swords, kneeling on the ground to rest. These men had solemn expressions, their eyes were firm and sharp, and they exuded a strong aura, and they were obviously powerful figures.

Just as everyone in Jiacun was chatting, the warehouse door was kicked open.

Following the sound, everyone turned their heads to look towards the warehouse door.

I watched as Higashino Arairyu carried the bodies of two members of the village association into the warehouse, followed by Murayama Yoshiki carrying two gasoline barrels.

Dongye Huanglong threw the two bodies to the members of the Jiacun Association in the distance, then picked up a hollow steel pipe on the ground, passed it through the two door handles of the warehouse door, and then twisted the hollow steel pipe into a twist to completely seal the door.

"Who are you?" The leader, a man with expressionless face, looked at the corpse and spoke slowly.

"Hahaha, I'm here to kill you, you old man." Dongye Huanglong grinned.

"Go ahead, but remember to hold your breath. I still have some questions for them." The man with facial paralysis gave the order confidently and continued to kneel there without getting up.

After hearing the expressionless man's words, the members of the village association in black suits immediately pulled out short knives or daggers from their waists and rushed towards Tono Arairyu and Murayama Yoshiki.

In a flash, as the men in black approached, Dongye Huanglong dodged one of them with a dagger, grabbed his wrist, and threw him to the ground. Then, he quickly picked up the dagger from the ground and lunged at the others. He nimbly moved between them, his dagger darting up and down, stabbing repeatedly. Each strike was incredibly precise, striking directly at the enemy's vital points. In the blink of an eye, four men in black had been stabbed through the throat, lying in a pool of blood.

On the other side, Murayama Yoshiki was not to be outdone. He dodged a black-clad man's short knife and delivered a powerful elbow strike to his temple, knocking the village member to the ground. He looked to be dying. Then, he delivered a whip kick to a man in a suit's stomach, sending him flying and knocking several other men in suits along the way.

When Murayama Yoshiki saw the miserable appearance of these village associations, he became excited instantly as if some habit in his body had awakened. He rushed to a man in a suit and punched him in the throat with a Superman punch, breaking his larynx.

"Hahaha, this is the feeling of killing someone. I'm getting excited!" Murayama Yoshiki's fighting spirit was aroused, and his attacks became more ruthless.

Although these men in suits are very strong compared to the miscellaneous soldiers of other forces, they are still not enough to compete with top five players like Tono Arairyu and Murayama Yoshiki.

Elsewhere, Hong Yousuke and his four companions also successfully broke into the warehouse through the back door. Xin Xiamu, watching the chaos before him, instantly became excited and rushed forward without a word. The others had no choice but to follow.

The expressionless man couldn't sit still anymore after seeing the battle in front of him. He stood up and gave orders to the dozen or so members of the Ieura Association who were wearing white samurai uniforms next to him.

"Go and kill the five people behind."

"Yes, we swear to complete the mission!"

The group of samurai rushed towards Hong Yousuke and others.

After the expressionless man gave his orders, he drew the samurai sword from his waist and rushed towards Dongye Huanglong.

Dongye Huanglong sensed a powerful aura approaching and spun around, meeting the paralyzed man's incoming blow. He nimbly dodged and kicked the paralyzed man in the chest, knocking him back.

"Oh, the big boss is here." Dongye Huanglong looked at the expressionless man in front of him, his data flashed in his eyes.

Name: Yamamoto Kanguchi

Strength: A-high (A-medium), high-ranking cadres (quasi-five-medium)

Combat type: Strength and health

Skills mastered: B+ level unlimited fighting skills, A level swordsmanship, B level hard skin (through devilish training, one's own body surface defense exceeds that of ordinary people), B level resistance to blows.

Yamamoto Hirokou said nothing, but rushed forward waving a samurai sword like a biochemically modified human.

Murayama Yoshiki also encountered a situation. When the expressionless man took action against Higashino Arakuryu, the remaining twenty or so people rushed towards him.

Hong Yousuke and his five companions were surrounded by samurai. The individual strength of these samurai had reached the cadre level. They cooperated well and were armed with sharp weapons. For a time, they actually suppressed Hong Yousuke and his five companions.