"Is there anyone left? Do you have anyone else?! Chinese Dragon, don't get weak, don't turn into a Chinese Worm, quickly call your men to stop Jiang Feng, or we're all dead!!"
Tarsen, realizing that Jiang Feng had already discovered his hiding spot, grabbed Di Long's neck with both hands, shaking him frantically and speaking incoherently.
"Shut...up!"
Di Long was already in a state of deep regret; had he known Jiang Feng was really this uncanny, he wouldn't have been blinded by greed and accepted half of Tarsen's Heigu Group income. Now, he had lost everything.
"And you have the nerve to talk? Wasn't it you who brought this freak to Myanmar?" Di Long spat angrily.
"Chinese Dragon, you're not trying to cut ties with me again, are you? We're truly bound together now; you can't just kick me away!" Tarsen said, panicking.
Di Long gritted his teeth, "If I had another chance, I'd never be so money-hungry and board your pirate ship! But now, I'm already dragged down by you — don't worry, even though Alonso is dead, I still have two other pillars, and I believe they're on their way!"
Di Long's core strength certainly wasn't just one person.
There were a total of three.
Alonso only arrived first because of his grand entrance, but Di Long believed that once his other two received the orders, they'd soon arrive too!
"Who are the others?" Tarsen eagerly asked.
"Tarsen, I'm telling you, this time you've cost me a lot! Don't even mention your half, I want two-thirds of your Heigu Group!" Di Long said fiercely.
"Chinese Dragon, you're still thinking about this now? As long as you can resolve this crisis, I'll give you whatever you want..."
While the two were arguing here, Jiang Feng was already heading towards the direction of the "Flying Dragon Bar" on the street.
And at the same time, suddenly on the other side of the street, came the crisp sound of footsteps.
These weren't ordinary footsteps, the rhythmic tapping of heels on the ground was loud and clear.
Jiang Feng halted, turned his head to look.
He saw, ahead, two distinctly dressed figures walking side by side towards his direction.
The one on the left seemed slightly older, wearing a white Samurai outfit with a family crest embroidered on the chest, holding a long sword in hand, wearing white socks and wooden sandals, stepping in a deliberate rhythm.
The one behind was dressed like a Ninja, wearing a tight black suit, a pouch at the waist, gloves on hands, leg wraps, and hemp-soled shoes.
"Island Country people?"
Jiang Feng frowned, not expecting two people from the Island Country to suddenly appear on Huaxia Street.
Upstairs, Di Long also heard the sound of wooden sandals, quickly reopened a window crack, exhaled a long sigh of relief, and said, "Thankfully, they're here!"
"Who are those two?" Tarsen, also watching below, asked in confusion.
"Two of the core forces, Fukuda Hideyuki and Xiao Ye Zhengxiong!"
Di Long said blandly, "I spent a great deal to bring them from the Island Country, always providing for their food and drink in Neibi entirely for free, and they promised that they would come to my aid if I ever encountered trouble!"
"The one on the left, Fukuda Hideyuki, is a successor of Samurai, and the one on the right, Xiao Ye Zhengxiong, is a Ninja!"
"These two, one ranks twenty-third on the Silver List, and the other nineteenth. In terms of solo combat skills, they're not as good as Alonso, but together, they're naturally more threatening than Alonso."
After listening to Di Long's words, Tarsen suddenly understood, and meanwhile, he focused even more intently on the two Island Country people below.
All the hope now rested on them!
...
At this moment, Fukuda Hideyuki and Xiao Ye Zhengxiong had already arrived ten meters in front of Jiang Feng.
The two surveyed the dilapidated Huaxia Street, both showing expressions of surprise on their faces.
Especially seeing Alonso dead on the ground, it took them by surprise; this colleague, ranked higher than them, had already died at Jiang Feng's hands!
"Chinese, was this your doing?"
Fukuda Hideyuki, staring at Jiang Feng, asked in clumsy Chinese Language.
"Are you also Di Long's subordinates?" Jiang Feng said playfully.
"To be precise, we're his guests."
Fukuda Hideyuki smiled, "The two of us came a long way from the Island Country, and received his meticulous care. He provided for our pleasures, allowing us to do whatever we wanted in Neibi, so naturally, we should do something for him, don't you think?"
"Fair enough. You have the rare loyalty among Island Country people, especially willing to be buried with Di Long, that's quite surprising." Jiang Feng nodded.
When Fukuda Hideyuki and Xiao Ye Zhengxiong heard this, their expressions immediately darkened.
Fukuda Hideyuki's eye twitched, and he said with a grimace, "What a silver-tongued China flea, you're small in body, but big in speech!"
"Stop wasting words with him, are you going first or should I?" Xiao Ye Zhengxiong, who had yet to speak, asked.
Although the two were a combination, they never collaborated in battle.
This is because one is a Samurai, and the other a Ninja, both with supreme pride at their core, disdaining from teamwork in killing the enemy.
"I'll go first!"
Fukuda Hideyuki sneered, slowly raising his long sword, then removed the scabbard, placing it on the ground behind.
This was a treasured sword, its entire body shimmering with silver light, bright as autumn water, yet not dazzling.
"Be careful, after all, this is someone who could kill Alonso," Xiao Ye Zhengxiong reminded.
"Heh, so what? Alonso at most had some flashy tricks, flashy but lacking substance, his combat capability was not necessarily stronger than mine."
Saying this, Fukuda Hideyuki held the sword in both hands, took off the wooden sandals, stepping with a pair of white socks, casually turning his feet, suddenly raised his right arm, lifted his hand, the sword point aimed at Jiang Feng, squinting his eyes to gather his killing aura."
"China flea, do you want to pick up a weapon too? I prefer to kill the enemy by swordplay, don't say I bullied you, tarnishing the honor of the Samurai!"
"No need, feel free to bully me!"
Fukuda Hideyuki was furious!
Slowly twisting the sword for a moment, with an angry shout, his figure suddenly flashed like a gust of white wind, directly charging ferociously at Jiang Feng!
With a loud shout in mid-air, he raised the sword with both hands, like a force descending Mount Hua, Jiang Feng lifted two fingers, and stopped the unstoppable blade edge.
"Hmm?!"
Fukuda Hideyuki was shocked, falling down in horror, pressing the sword down with all his might, yet he couldn't budge Jiang Feng's fingers an inch!
"Is that all?" Jiang Feng twisted his fingers, with a 'pop', breaking the sword that cut through iron like mud!
"Your Samurai is a joke!"
With that said, Jiang Feng slapped Fukuda Hideyuki's left cheek, crushing it on the spot!
Fukuda Hideyuki's entire body flew out like it was worth nothing, directly smashing into the shop opposite, making a big hole in the storefront, exploding into splinters!