Reborn in Hong Kong Island, I can see loyalty

Tachibana Masahito stood still, watching Yamada's retreating figure with a calm expression.

He knew a fierce battle was inevitable, and he was prepared.

Just then, footsteps approached, and a dozen men dressed in black kimonos with samurai swords at their waists surrounded them from all directions.

They all had murderous intent on their faces, staring intently at Tachibana Masahito.

The man at the head of the group, dressed in a white kimono, with gray hair, a dignified face, and sharp, piercing eyes, was none other than Miyamoto, Hoshino Taro's capable assistant.

He walked up to Tachibana Masahito and sneered, "Tachibana Masahito, we've been looking for you for a long time! You killed our Yamada-gumi leader back then, and today is your death day!"

Tachibana Masahito slowly drew his katana from his waist. The blade flashed, its cold surface gleaming with a chilling light.

He looked calmly at Miyamoto and the others, his tone indifferent:

"You think you can kill me?"

"Arrogant!" Miyamoto roared, waving his hand to signal his men to act. "Kill him!"

A dozen or so samurai immediately rushed forward, brandishing their katana and slashing at Tachibana Masahito.

The wind howled, carrying a deadly killing intent, and instantly surrounded Tachibana Masahito.

Tachibana Masahito dodged the oncoming blade with a swift movement, and at the same time, he flicked his wrist, sending his katana tracing a graceful arc as it slashed at a nearby samurai.

With a "whoosh," the blade flashed, and the samurai's arm was severed. Blood gushed out, and he screamed as he fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the remaining samurai charged forward even more frantically. Amidst the flashing blades, Tachibana Masahito's figure moved like a ghost, each strike precisely hitting the enemy's vital points. Screams rang out one after another as samurai fell to the ground, their blood staining the dock floor red.

Miyamoto stood aside, watching his men fall one by one, his eyes growing colder and colder.

He hadn't expected that Tachibana Masahito's swordsmanship was so formidable; more than a dozen elite samurai were no match for him.

He gripped his katana tightly and walked step by step toward Tachibana Masahito.

"Tachibana Masahito, your swordsmanship truly lives up to its reputation." Miyamoto sneered. "However, you are destined to die today!"

Tachibana Masahito looked at Miyamoto calmly: "If you're so capable, then come and try."

Miyamoto roared and charged forward, his katana whistling as he slashed at Tachibana Masahito's head.

He used all his strength in that strike; if it had landed, Tachibana Masahito would have been decapitated.

Tachibana Masahito's eyes narrowed, and he shifted his feet slightly, dodging the attack like a falling leaf. At the same time, he flicked his wrist, thrusting his katana toward Miyamoto's chest.

Miyamoto's expression changed, and he quickly dodged to the side. The samurai sword grazed his shoulder, tearing his kimono and leaving a deep bloodstain.

The two of them were going back and forth, fighting fiercely.

Amidst the flashing blades, the two figures moved swiftly, each move carrying a deadly aura. The surrounding porters were so frightened that they all hid to the side, not daring to approach.

Just then, a black sedan slowly pulled up at the dock, and Ye Haoxuan got out of the car.

He originally intended to go home early, but when he passed by the pier, he saw a large crowd gathered there, so he came over to take a look. Unexpectedly, he saw Tachibana Masahito being attacked by a group of men in kimonos.

His eyes turned cold, and he strode over.

Feng Yuxiu and several elite soldiers followed behind him. Upon seeing this scene, they immediately gripped their guns tightly, ready to take action.

at this time.

Amidst the clashing of swords and the piercing clang of metal, the battle between Tachibana Masahito and Miyamoto had reached its climax.

Tachibana Masahito's katana was so fast that it left only afterimages; every move was precise and ruthless, aimed directly at Miyamoto's vitals.

Although Miyamoto was also a skilled member of the Yamada Group, he gradually showed signs of weakness under Miyamoto's fierce attack. Several deep wounds that exposed bone had appeared on his shoulder and forearm. Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and slid down his chin, dripping onto the cement ground under his feet, spreading out in spots of scarlet.

"Tachibana Masahito, don't be so smug!" Miyamoto roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he suddenly lowered his waist and exerted force, his samurai sword plunging out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Tachibana Masahito's abdomen—this was a desperate, suicidal tactic, he knew he was no match for him, and his only option was to fight with all his might to the death.

Tachibana Masahito's eyes narrowed. Instead of dodging, he took a half-step forward and charged towards the blade like an arrow. At the same time, he flipped his wrist, and the katana, carrying a strong wind, slashed diagonally down toward Miyamoto's neck.

He knew that Miyamoto's persistent harassment would only attract more Yamada-gumi experts if it dragged on. It would be better to end the battle cleanly to avoid implicating others.

Sudden.

A tall, imposing figure swept over, his large hand firmly gripping Tachibana Masahito's arm, and pulling him back with a swift motion: "Watch out!"

Tachibana Masahito was pulled and staggered half a step. Miyamoto's samurai sword grazed the hem of his trench coat and stabbed into a wooden crate next to him with a "clang". Wood chips flew everywhere and the goods inside the crate were scattered all over the ground.

Tachibana Masahito steadied himself and turned to see Ye Haoxuan standing beside him, his black shirt billowing in the sea breeze, his eyes cold as ice, fixed intently on Miyamoto. He couldn't help but say in a deep voice:

"Brother Xuan, why are you here?"

"I was passing by the dock and saw this area was heavily guarded, so I came to take a look." Ye Haoxuan patted his shoulder, his tone calm but confident. "These people, are they from the Yamada Group?"

“Yes, they came because of an old grudge and want to take my life.” Tachibana Masahito nodded, his brows full of guilt. “Brother Xuan, this is my personal grudge. I can settle it myself. You should take the brothers and leave quickly, so as not to implicate Hung Hing.”

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Ye Haoxuan's lips curled into a cold, hard smile. He took a step forward, and his chilling aura suddenly spread out, like a bottomless abyss pressing down, causing Miyamoto and the remaining samurai to catch their breath and instinctively take a half-step back. "In Hong Kong, my brothers are not for outsiders to touch. The Yamada Group dares to overstep their bounds and cause trouble, which means they don't take Hung Hing seriously!"

Miyamoto regained his composure, a fierce glint in his eyes, and demanded sharply:

"Who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of the Yamada Group! If you know what's good for you, get out of the way right now, or we'll kill you all!"

"Who am I?" Ye Haoxuan sneered, his voice low but carrying immense weight. "Hung Hing, Ye Haoxuan. The rules of Hong Kong are not for a bunch of outside sluts to set!"

"Ye Haoxuan?" Miyamoto's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart sank inexplicably.

Before coming to Hong Kong, he had heard of the name of this behind-the-scenes mastermind of Hung Hing, and knew that he was a ruthless character in the Hong Kong underworld who could turn the tide at will, with a cloud of fierce generals under his command and unparalleled ruthlessness.

But with Hoshino Taro and the Yamada Group backing him up, he wouldn't be able to stand on his own two feet if he backed down. So he immediately gritted his teeth and roared:

"This is a personal grudge between us and Tachibana Masahito, and has nothing to do with Hung Hing! I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or the Yamada Group will make you pay the price!"