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Chapter 277 - 189: You Can’t Even Do the Flying Thunder God, What Kind of Ninja Are You!_3

Chapter 277: Chapter 189: You Can’t Even Do the Flying Thunder God, What Kind of Ninja Are You!_3

Behind the old man, men and women in civilian clothes with swords slung on their backs were also looking at Brian with hostile stares.

Bang~

The gunshot silenced the noise.

The old man touched his left ear with a stunned expression, feeling something wet.

With one shot, Susan blasted the old man’s left ear off. The smile on her face vanished, replaced by an icy demeanor, "On my turf, you want to chop my man, did you ask my gun first?"

Everyone: ...

Normally in situations like this, there would be an argument followed by stepping into the ring to settle it.

Who just starts shooting without a word?

That’s not fighting fair!

...

"Cough cough~"

Raki, the middle-aged man from the Internal Affairs department accompanying Caroline, coughed, breaking the silence, "Susan, don’t be agitated, these are people from the Ninja Sect of Japan, mainly here to ’exchange views’ with Brian. If you disagree, I’ll just take them back, no need for guns."

As he spoke, Raki looked apologetic, turning to the old man who was now missing an ear, "I’m sorry, Mr. Matsushita Ichijirou, Susan is still a child, a bit impulsive. You’re the adult, so please don’t stoop to argue with a child."

Without waiting for any protests,

Raki bowed at a ninety-degree angle, "Please!"

The Japanese crowd: ...

Something’s odd about that pale skin of yours...

Matsushita Ichijirou was even more furious.

What do you mean by ’playing’?

You call blowing off one’s ear playing?

And what the hell is with your bowing, if you’ve bowed already, how are we supposed to keep arguing?

"Forget it."

Brian stepped forward, pulling Raki up, "Bowing to such a shorty really turns my stomach. Consider it a warm-up before dinner. Let’s go to the underground shooting range."

After saying this,

He also glanced at Caroline standing next to Raki, causing the beautiful Caroline to tremble with fear.

When this group of Japanese came to protest, they were shown the gruesome photos and videos of Yoshiko.

Brian was too cruel.

Such a cute and soft girl, with nearly her entire spine broken, limbs crippled, and most of her internal organs damaged. If it weren’t for the Healing Potion that cured her, she would be drooling.

Thinking back on her own repeated provocations towards Brian and ending up with just a bruised face and swollen nose,

Caroline even felt that Brian was rather gentle with her, a pretty decent guy...

...

Underground shooting range.

Brian, discarding his suit jacket and undoing his shirt buttons, twisted his neck, "So, you all are ninjas?"

"Is there a problem?"

A proud-looking young man with three katanas at his waist stepped forward, standing in front of Brian, "Today, you will pay a heavy price for harming Miss Matsushita Yoshiko!"

Looking at the shorty in front of him, Brian smirked lightly, "Then can you do the Flying Thunder God?"

"Flying Thunder God?"

The group of ninjas looked at each other in confusion.

"What is the Flying Thunder God?"

The young man also looked puzzled at Brian.

"You don’t know the Flying Thunder God, what kind of ninjas are you!"

Brian’s expression darkened, pointing at all the ninjas, "Let’s skip the one-on-one duels, come at me all together, a bunch of trash gathered together, you’re all Raki, I’m in a hurry."

"Arrogant!"

The blood vessels in the proud young man’s eyes bulged as he wrapped a white cloth around his forehead, "The eldest disciple of the Three-Sword Style, Koyanagi Inuburou at your service, we fight not to distinguish superiority but life and death!"

The next moment.

Boom~

The sound of bones and flesh exploding echoed around.

Everyone just saw a blur before their eyes.

When they could see clearly again, they were all shocked.

The proud young man who was just shouting a second ago stood still, not moving, only his forehead, pressed by a pale hand palm, had his entire neck driven into his chest like a stake.

The eldest disciple of the Three-Sword Style who said they would fight not to distinguish superiority but life and death, made his appearance for a second and was killed on the spot.

...

With a slap, Brian killed the noisy ant.

He drew out the katana from the man’s waist, kicked the body aside, pointing to the remaining Japanese, "What crap Ninja Sect, I still have to eat. How about, just me, against all of you?"