Seeing Ye Zimo's confident look, Gao Cheng Yuriko couldn't help but smile and said, "How can you be sure?"

"Auntie, you should know, which one is stronger or weaker, my strength or my uncle's?"

"Hey~ Yes, I have seen Xiao Momo's strength. Although I don't want to admit it, Souichiro is indeed not as good as you."

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Soichiro Takagi looked at Saya Takagi and said, "It's great that you're fine, Saya. Who are these people? Please introduce them to me!"

"Okay, well~ Miyamoto Rei and Komuro Takashi don't need to be introduced!"

"Hmm~ Where are the others?"

"Hmm~ That fat guy is my classmate - Hirano Toda."

"That naturally stupid person is my teacher—Marikawa Shizuka."

"The one with a capable appearance is the school teacher - Kobayashi Kyoko."

"The little girl holding the dog was brought by us from the road, her name is - Shirley Alice"

"The one with purple hair and the knife is my senior sister - Busujima Yako."

Everyone said: "Hello, uncle!"

Souichiro Takagi returned to something, so he pointed at Yako Busujima and said: "Are you the daughter of the Busujima family?"

"Yes. Do you know my uncle and my father?" Busujima Yaozi asked.

"Haha~ Yes, I once asked your father for advice. I also met you once. By the way, how nice is Busujima-sensei now?"

"My father is in a foreign country now, and there is still no news." Busujima Yako said with a sad face.

Takagi Soichiro looked at Ye Zimo who was massaging Takagi Yuriko and couldn't help but said: "Who is Saya? Could it be the new servant?"

"He is Zi Mo and a Chinese, and he has been instrumental in this journey. Oh~ by the way, he is a man!" Saya Gaocheng said happily.

After Gao Chengzhuang heard this, he immediately laughed and said: "A Chinese man? What ability does he have to rescue all of you zombies? I'm afraid everything depends on the Busujima Yaozi?"

"Huh! He looks like a pretty boy, that's what Chinese people are like. They will always be just servants and get things done, but they actually massage women's shoulders."

Takagi Souichiro's words were loud, and everyone present heard them and looked at Zi Mo.

Ye Zimo let go of his hand, his face was so dark that he was frightened. He immediately pulled out the Chixiao Sword from his waist, and in a flash, the person disappeared.

The next moment, Ye Zimo's Red Sky Sword was placed on Takagi Souichiro's neck. The Red Sky Sword slowly penetrated deeply and directly cut through the skin on Takagi Souichiro's neck. A few drops of blood slowly came out from the Red Sky Sword.

Scratch it to the ground.

"Tick tock tick tock~"

"Try saying it again? If you weren't Saya's father, I would have killed you long ago."

Takagi Souichiro was shocked. How could it be possible? Where did he attack from? Why didn't I feel it at all? And how could he be so fast?

When his men saw it, they quickly picked up their guns, turned on the safety and yelled at Ye Zimo: "Hey! Put down your weapons, Chinese people, and apologize to the family leader quickly, otherwise you will die without a burial place!"

Takagi Soichiro said calmly: "Humph! I advise you, Chinaman, to put down your weapons! Otherwise, you won't be able to get out alive."

Hearing this, Ye Zimo smiled sinisterly and said, "Oh? Are you a Chinese?" Just after he finished speaking, he turned the spiritual energy in his Dantian, moved the Lingbo microstep, and suddenly disappeared into an afterimage.

Takagi Souichiro watched Ye Zimo's figure slowly disappearing, and his eyes suddenly shrank. What on earth is going on? How could others slowly disappear?

The next moment Soichiro Takagi heard the screams of his men!

"Ah~ my hand, my hand! It hurts so much! Help! Bandage it and bandage it quickly!"

"Ah~ my leg! My leg is broken!"

The others looked at the bloody scene and swallowed involuntarily.

The subordinates looked at the screams of their companions, and their bodies were shaking violently. They looked around with guns. Suddenly one man mustered up the courage and said: "Humph! Come out if the Chinese people have the guts! Don't hide, it's hard to hide."

Aren't you afraid? Humph~ You Chinese people are just a weak clan, you are only worthy of curling up at our feet!"

"Hahaha~haha~ha~"

The next moment a sword shadow passed by, and the man gradually became silent. He covered his neck, knelt on the ground and struggled. He opened his mouth to speak, but could not make any sound, but the man died in a moment.

His eyes were filled with hatred after death.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the dead man lying on the ground, and then one of them died under Zi Zimo's sword.

Those people were so frightened as they watched their companions die one by one that they took their guns and fired in all directions.

Inevitably, bullets were fired at the girls. Seeing the tongues of fire aimed at them, everyone closed their eyes in despair. Even Yako Busujima, who had always refused to admit defeat, closed his eyes.

When everyone was preparing to welcome blood and death, they suddenly heard a metal collision.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Everyone didn't feel any pain for a long time, so they slowly opened their eyes under the guidance of curiosity.

When they opened their eyes, they saw Ye Zimo standing in front of them, and the walls around him were filled with bullets.

Everyone was shocked. They looked at each other, wondering if those bullets were shot by Ye Zimo?

Looking at this scene, Soichiro Takagi couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. He no longer had the confidence he had before.

Busujima Yako looked at Zi Mo with great admiration, Marikawa Shizuka smiled and said: "Xiao Mo is so awesome!"

"Can this be said to be awesome? This is simply not something a human can do!" Hirano Toda said dully.

"Zimo Zimo! Are you okay? Are you injured?" Gaocheng Saya hurried over and asked in concern.

Ye Zimo shook his head and did not speak, but continued to stare at those people.

"You all stop, stop shooting." Saya Gaocheng shouted angrily at those people.

Who would have known that those people were so jealous that they didn't even listen to Saya Gaocheng's words.

"Hahaha~ You are finally willing to give up, let's see if we don't beat you into a sieve!" So they pulled the trigger and smiled ferociously.

"Tu tu tu tu!"

The gun kept spitting out tongues of fire, and bullets were flying all over the sky.

"Zimo!!!"

"Saya!!!" Gaocheng Yuriko said anxiously. Saya, nothing can happen to you! Ye Zimo depends on you to be able to hold on this time! Saya's life depends on you.

From Zi Mo's perspective, the speed of those bullets was just that. After all, he was already at the seventh level of Qi training!

He looked at the bullets flying in the sky and smiled disdainfully.

"Hmph! Dugu Nine Swords - Broken Arrow Style! Break it for me!"

“Deng Deng Deng~~”

Immediately, the bullets were bounced one by one by Ye Zimo to the surrounding walls. After a while, those people shot all the bullets, so those people laughed ferociously: "Huh! No matter how strong you are, you can't be in such a dense place."

Survive the bullets! The Chinese people will lie down forever!"

The corners of Soichiro Takagi's mouth also turned up slightly.

After the smoke cleared, Ye Zimo stood in front of everyone with his sword intact. Everyone was extremely shocked when they saw it.

Those people were so frightened that their legs trembled uncontrollably and they took a few steps back. They said: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Why are you still alive? Huh! You must be bluffing to deceive us?"

With that said, they hurriedly exchanged the magazines and wanted to do it again.

Zi Mo looked at those people with disgust and said: "You guys have finished fighting! It's my turn to take action!" Then he turned into an afterimage and shuttled among those people. Every time the sword light flashed by, one of them fell down.

Down.

They watched their companions die one by one, their bodies shaking violently.

"He is not a human but a devil. There is no way we can defeat him." So they ran away.

But Ye Zimo would not give them any chance to escape, so he shouted angrily: "Dugu Nine Swords Master Style!!"

Suddenly, a shallow blood mark appeared on the necks of those people. Then they fell down with unwillingness and fear on their faces. Their blood slowly flowed out, and the smell of blood gradually filled the whole room.

Everyone looked at Ye Zimo standing in a pool of blood in horror.

Zi Mo turned back and stared at everyone present, and said in a cold tone: "I don't want to hear a word saying that Chinese people are Chinese people. If I hear it, I will die!!"

"Understand?"

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Chapter completed!