death of hope

Chapter 883 "Wild Growth" (298) Bloody Party

In the darkness, someone said in a crying voice:

"Kasai Sankisai...Torii Jisaburo...the two old masters fought loyally...and died in battle..."

This news immediately aroused a cry of horror:

"Ah?! What?!"

"Oh my god, this is... not good..."

Having lost their backbone, the Kyokushin gang members in the nightclub had different reactions.

Some were so angry that they swore to avenge the old master, while others were so timid that they wanted to run away, but they couldn't find a way out.

Many more people were terrified and confused, running around like headless flies, being shot at by submachine guns, being knocked down by shotguns, being blown away by grenades, and being hacked and stabbed by samurai swords...

As more and more people fell, the air was filled with the sickening smell of blood, and a desperate voice shouted:

"How many people are there on the other side? The defense is about to collapse! Run!"

Another person shouted angrily: "You bastard! How dare you disrupt the morale of the army! I'll shoot you, you coward!"

Someone cried for help: "Young Master! Please say something! Make a decision! Should we defend or break out?! If we continue like this, we will all die here!"

Upon learning that the two old masters had been defeated and died, Kondo Toranosuke lost his support and was so scared that he peed his pants. He stuck out his big fat butt and wanted to crawl under the floor, trembling and repeating one sentence:

"Boys! Protect me and get through this! There will be a big reward when we get back! I promise you will be rich and prosperous for several lifetimes!"

Many people think: "It's useless to give money now. How can I spend it when my life is about to be gone..."

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At this time, the bounty hunter crouching in the corner smiled happily:

(Great, this is what I've been waiting for~ Even the most stingy local tycoon will become generous when he is desperate~
When those gangsters are almost dead, I will order the cyborgs to rescue them. Those idiots will definitely be grateful to me.
No matter how powerful those assassins are, they are no match for Nishikawa Noriko. Finally, I can make a lot of money."

Just as the bounty hunter was making a wishful calculation and laughing, the programmer lying next to him had a worried look on his face, put down the communicator and said:
"Brother, I just received a message from Mr. Jefferson, the president of our Bounty Hunter Guild..."

"Ah?!" The bounty hunter's eyelids jumped, and he had a bad feeling: "What do you want, Boss?"

"The boss ordered us to tear up the contract and forbid us from interfering in the gang fights in New Sapporo. We must report back to the guild immediately."

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"Ah?! No... Why?! We are about to make a lot of money! If Toranosuke is killed, how can we get the money?!"

"The president said... Behind this gang fight lies the conflict of interests between the Red Party and the Green Party, as well as the competition between the two giant companies, Sakura and Mitsubishi Corporation.

Our guild cannot afford to offend any of these parties, and we should not take sides rashly. It is really not worth getting involved in this mess for a little bit of profit.

The bounty hunter said angrily, "That's not what the boss said when we signed the contract!"

The programmer sighed helplessly: "Ah... the boss probably didn't think too far ahead at that time. After all, the Kondo family gave too much. Who can resist money?
In order to capture Nishikawa Houko, our guild sacrificed too many excellent hunters. In order to make up for the guild's financial deficit, they were eager to send us two to bring these cyborgs out to make money to recover the losses...

I guess the boss must have gone through some hesitation, weighed the pros and cons, and decided not to get involved in this mess."

The bounty hunter said reluctantly with a bitter face: "Damn it, if only the information had come a little later, as long as we rescued the young master of the Kondo family at the critical moment, we could have received a huge reward, just one step away." "I want to make money, too, but there's no way."

"Since it's the president's decision... it's hard to disobey the master's order... well, let's not get involved in this mess, and don't care about the life or death of that fat pig. Order Nishikawa Fuko to protect our safe evacuation. This can be done, right..."

The programmer nodded confidently: "Given her ability, this task is quite simple."

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Just as the bounty hunter was about to escape in the dark, an engineer among the guests repaired the backup power supply and the lighting in the nightclub was restored.

However, the light came too late. The outer area was littered with corpses, and the Kyokushin group had been almost completely slaughtered.
Only a dozen people were left to guard the young master. Most of them were injured and had used up their ammunition in the previous blind exchange of fire. Some of them were holding swords, and some were holding broken table legs, looking quite pitiful.

They were surprised to find that there were only three killers, but they almost wiped out more than a hundred of them. Their fighting power was truly terrifying.

Seeing the lighting restored, the three killers took off their night vision goggles one after another. Their auras were extremely powerful, and one could tell from their eyes that they were all elite trump cards of the Sanwangkai, the most ruthless of the ruthless.

"This light is on just right, so they can die knowingly."

Vladimir smiled and raised two sawed-off double-barreled shotguns. Hoshino Rika chewed bubble gum and held up two MP5K submachine guns, pointing the black muzzles at the remnants of the Kyokushin Group.

Saito Rinrinka holds a blood-stained samurai sword in her hand. This notorious blasphemous sword 'Nanbutsu' exudes evil spirits. It is said that ancient evil spirits live in the blade and will bring disaster to the user.

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The murderous aura exuded by these three people was comparable to that of an army. Several Kyokushin group members were frightened and raised their hands and shouted surrender. Several other diehard members protected the young master with their bodies, determined to fight for the Kyokushin group until their last breath.

"What a hero!" Ah Lin praised, and then looked at Kondo Toranosuke who was trembling with his butt sticking out, and said with contempt:
"Unfortunately, your young master is not worthy of your loyalty."

"Stop talking nonsense! Shoot! You bastards from the Sanwang Society!" an injured thug cursed.

Hoshino Rika bowed in salute to the loyalists, exchanged glances with the mad Russian, and then opened fire at the same time, killing the loyalists and those who raised their hands in surrender, leaving only the main target, and leaving the honor to Alin.

Saito Rinrinka stepped over the corpses on the ground, walked forward with a knife in hand, and pulled out the young master of the Kondo family who was shivering under the table.

Kondo Toranosuke's pants were soaked with urine, emitting an unpleasant smell of rancid urine. He knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together and begged:

"Don't... don't kill me...

It was my father who came up with the idea to assassinate your boss, the hero on the mountain, and it was my dead brother Ryunosuke who executed it. It was Musashi who gave your young master the hallucinogen. Really... it has nothing to do with me! I have never targeted your Sanno-kai!

You can see that I am a simple person. I don't understand or have any interest in the underworld business. I have never hurt anyone! I just want to have fun... to eat, drink and have fun all my life...

I…I have a lot of money! I'll take you to the bank to withdraw it! You'll all be millionaires! Spare me…I swear I'll give you everything!"

"Don't lie to yourself, Mr. Toranosuke. Everyone who's out there has blood on their hands. No one is innocent. Of course, I'm not either..."

As he spoke, Saito Rinrin stared at Toranosuke's fat face with a cold gaze, and approached him step by step:

"On behalf of our Sanwangkai Young Master, Mr. Yamagami Tetsuya, I would like to express my sincere greetings to you. Happy birthday~"

As he spoke, he grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, tensed his muscles, raised the evil knife "Qi Ding Nian Fo" and slashed it down.

Kondo Toranosuke's fat head fell to the ground, rolled a few times, hit the foot of the mahogany table, and stopped, with a pair of mouse-like eyes wide open and refusing to close...