At this moment, Hong Haibo's residence.

Hong Haibo's head and body were covered in blood, and it seemed that he had gone through a big battle.

He held the Hequan knife tightly in his hand and stood in the shadow.

"Shenyuan Group, I knew you would come sooner or later. Do you really think I was not prepared?" Hong Haibo said with a grim smile.

On the ground, two ninjas from the Kanhara group had already lie down.

Kamihara Aota was wearing a dark blue ninja suit, with some small bags tied around her waist, and cloth strips on her calves, which was convenient for movement.

"Hong Haibo, hand over the Kazumizumakura and I can consider letting you go." Kamihara Aota said proudly.

The remaining ninjas in ninja suits held samurai swords in their hands and surrounded Hong Haibo in the middle.

The direction Hong Haibo could escape was blocked and there was no way to escape.

He spat on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood and phlegm.

"Son of Cang Taigou, if you want the knife in my hand, come and take it yourself!" Hong Haibo said disdainfully.

In order to be unobtrusive, Hong Haibo chose to live in some corners and no one came on weekdays, but this also created an opportunity for the Shenyuan group.

"At that time, the Kamihara group wanted to train you into an excellent ninja, but you refused and did not cherish this opportunity." Kamihara Aota said lightly.

At this moment, Hong Haibo's death was a foregone conclusion and he would definitely not be able to escape.

"We Japanese people have always been polite first. Hong Haibo, you fled from the Shenyuan group without authorization, which is a death sentence. You even took You to the Kazumika Kazumi with you. The crime is even more serious!"

"Today is your death. If you honestly hand over Kazumaki Kazumaki, I can consider giving you a chance." Kamihara Aota sneered.

Hong Haibo's face relaxed and asked, "What opportunity?"

"The opportunity to live, kneel on the ground and lick it like a servant. I will give you a chance to live, as long as you will be my slave for the rest of your life." Kamihara Aota said contemptuously.

Hong Haibo smiled and said, "I want me to be your slave. OK, you stretch your feet over!"

Kamihara nodded, slowly stretched out his right foot and said, "You Chinese sayings are called "Those who know the times are heroes. I think you should understand what I mean."

Hong Haibo put down the Hequan knife in his hand and walked over step by step.

When he arrived, he bent down.

A look of disdain appeared on Kamihara Aota's face.

At this moment, Hong Haibo suddenly waved the Hoquan sword in his hand and slashed at the soles of Kamihara Aota's feet with one knife.

"I knew what you were thinking for a long time, so get out of here!" Kamihara Aota kicked out in an instant.
Chapter completed!