Swish, swash...
From the Yakuza's side, dozens of guns immediately rushed out. Brother Long and Xiao Er, among others, showed no fear. They exchanged glances, and over a hundred men immediately retreated and once again vanished into the darkness. Fujiwara Ichiro was somewhat lost for words. These bastards had deliberately destroyed all the streetlights nearby and cut the power inside the buildings. Now, they could only rely on their own few flashlights for illumination.
"Damn it, they've run away!" shouted the Yakuza men.
"Don't chase!" Fujiwara Ichiro said coldly, "Wait until daylight, then let's see where they can run!"
Just when Fujiwara Ichiro was about to order a rest, suddenly, a group of dark figures charged out, and the streetlights around the Yakuza's position all turned on as they drew near.
"Kill them!" Brother Long charged forward, tightly gripping a 1.2-meter-long machete, completely frenzied.
