Chapter 3346 Cold-Blooded

Anyway, none of these people are good, and it would not be unfair to kill anyone. He wants all the killers around to withdraw.

This seems to be an easy thing. If Fujino wants to save his life, he must do what the other party says.

But now Fujino has no choice, because those present are all members of the Black Dragon Society and have nothing to do with him.

"I don't have the final say on this. They are not my people."

"But I know you are Ono's uncle. This time, the two of them conspired together. You should be able to let him retreat, right?"

This is an indisputable fact. Fujino is indeed Ono Ichiro's uncle. Seeing that Sun Yang was really about to cut the knife down.

It would be too late to say anything at that time. He hurriedly looked at Ono with pleading in his eyes.

"Ono, let your people withdraw. I am your uncle. If you don't do what he says, he will definitely kill me."

At this time, it is normal for Ono to lead his people to retreat.

But...

Ono has other ideas in his mind.

The opportunity that was created with great difficulty must not be returned empty-handed.

His uncle can survive, but he can't explain to the people above him, who can save him.

Thinking of this, instead of obeying this person's manipulation, it is better to change this matter. Ono Ichiro needs a few stronger assistants.

Seeing Ono Ichiro hesitating, Fujino, as an uncle, is also unpredictable about his nephew's temper, thinking that he should be able to survive.

"Ono, what are you thinking about? I am your uncle, do you want me to die?"

"Uncle, you must not say that. I am your nephew after all. How can I watch you die in the hands of others?"

Ono's words gave Fujino a reassurance, but then Ono used his actions to prove how cruel his methods were.

The smile on Fujino's face had not disappeared yet, and suddenly Ono pulled out a samurai sword and stabbed it directly into Fujino's chest.

The sharp samurai sword easily penetrated Fujino's chest, and the blade came out from the back and pierced Fujino's clothes.

No one expected this, even Yamamoto Kenji beside him, his mind went blank when he saw this scene, what on earth was going on?

Let alone Fujino's influence and fame in the local area, Fujino is also Ono Ichiro's uncle, and the two are related by blood.

But at this time, Ono, facing his uncle, raised the butcher knife without hesitation. Yamamoto Kenji stood aside, and shuddered when he came to his senses.

This is the so-called Ono Ichiro, a truly cold-blooded and ruthless person. As long as it hinders his interests, even if it is his relatives around him, he can still kill them.

"Ono..."

Fujino's eyes drooped, staring at the samurai sword on his chest, and the handle was still in Ono Ichiro's hand.

This is his nephew, his sister's son, the closest blood relationship, but he killed him mercilessly.

A mouthful of blood surged up, and the blood on Fujino's chest was spreading, and he felt that the strength of his whole body was dissipating little by little.

Ichiro Ono grabbed the samurai sword and did take action. He knew very well that the person in front of him was his uncle, but at this moment Fujino hindered his ambition.

"Uncle, I told you that I can't bear to watch you die in the hands of others."

Fujino was already beyond help. His pupils were constantly dilating, and death was only a matter of a moment.

Sun Yang, who was standing behind Fujino, was pierced in the stomach by the bushido. He also did not expect that there would be such a result.

If he had known this earlier, he should have tried his best to hold Ichiro Ono hostage instead of his uncle. This time, things went wrong.

"So in order to solve my uncle's pain, let me, the nephew, do it myself and send my uncle off."

Fujino died, and his head drooped. He himself had never dreamed that he would die in the hands of his nephew.

In Ono's eyes, the organizer of the martial arts conference was just a title. He had a way to make his people competent for this position.

Fujino was already dead, and Sun Yang's hostage had lost its effect. At this time, Ichiro Ono said something.

"The person you need to protect is dead. He killed him. Don't you plan to take action now?"

Ichiro Ono didn't expect that Xiao Yi would have so many assistants, which was beyond his original plan.

But he also had a countermeasure. He thought that there were four mysterious masters around his uncle. If he didn't use them now, when would he wait?

The mission of these four mysterious masters was to protect Fujino's safety, but Fujino couldn't give them orders.

The instructions given to them by the superiors were to protect Fujino and also to guard against Fujino, so as to prevent Fujino from having second thoughts on his work.

Now that Fujino is dead, they must get rid of the murderer and bring the murderer's body back to report.

"Kill!"

Four figures suddenly appeared in Fujino's private residence, and the four figures rushed towards Sun Yang at the same time.

The killers of the Black Dragon Society pointed their guns at Sun Yang, and saw that they could not escape from here smoothly, and they were also injured.

Sun Yang pulled out a short knife. If that was the case, he would like to see what kind of people the four people who appeared were.

"Come on, I miscalculated this time, forgetting that people like you are not human at all."

Four masters suddenly appeared, each carrying a samurai sword, and appeared in front of Sun Yang with a few jumps.

Sun Yang had an injury in his lower abdomen, and he wanted to dodge, but unfortunately, his body at this time could not exert its original strength.

Seeing that the samurai sword was about to fall on him, Sun Yang gritted his teeth. The only way at this moment was to fight bravely and repay the master's kindness.

"Kill!"

With a roar, the short knife in Sun Yang's hand burst out with green light, and he tried his best to block the falling blade.

It's a pity that his strength could not be exerted. There were four masters here, and then the other three immediately surrounded him.

Sun Yang's two fists could not fight four hands, and the only thing he could do was to fight bloody battles, even if he died, he had to die with dignity.

At the last moment, a long whip came over and wrapped around Sun Yang's waist.

Ji Jiangli arrived at the scene in time. How could she bear to watch someone die in the hands of the other party?

Without hesitation, she pulled out the long whip and pulled Sun Yang out from under the samurai sword.

"Rise!"

The long whip rolled Sun Yang and quickly retreated, escaping from the killer's encirclement.

"Fall!"

Ji Jiangli held the long whip in his hand, and Sun Yang stood steadily on the ground. The wound on his stomach was still bleeding.