Lu Xin grabbed Koizumi's body that had been beaten to pieces by him and appeared at the door of this Japanese villa: "One-eyed dragon, this is your capable general Koizumi!"

He kicked the exquisite Japanese door, threw Koizumi's body in front of the one-eyed dragon, and the smelly blood splattered all over the floor.

One-eyed dragon looked down and saw that his face was blurred, his limbs were broken, and all his bones were broken, as if it were a pool of mud, his whole body was covered in blood, and he died too miserably. If it weren't for the short and fat body, One-eyed dragon would be difficult to recognize. This was his capable general Harutaro Koizumi.

The one-eyed dragon was unbelievable, and everything in front of him was unacceptable. Is this still the master of Karate Black Belt Fourth Stage Harutaro Koizumi?

He had such good kung fu, but he was so easy to make a pile of meat paste. He and Ono didn't hear any sound at all. How terrifying should the person who killed him be!

One-eyed Dragon and Ono looked at each other, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.

Lu Xin walked leisurely into the villa, looking at the one-eyed dragon and Ono with murderous intent.

His body was covered with blood, but his hands were clean and there was no blood at all.

Taro Ono looked at the young man in front of him in shock. Isn’t he the salesman named Kamdakawa?

Taro Ono suddenly realized that this Gan Dakawa was clearly a homonym of Gan Yamato. He was too stupid. Such obvious hatred for Japan was not recognized.

He looked at Lu Xin in shock: "Who are you!"

"Chinese!" Lu Xin smiled coldly: "But to you, it's the god of death!"

Lu Xin's eyes suddenly flashed with golden light. A cold and silent golden light, a murderous golden light.

One-eyed dragon Fujiwara Mingliang flashed fear in his remaining eyes. One hundred fears could not help but say in shock: "Golden Eyes Death!"

A legend emerged in Fujiwara Mingliang's mind that more than 70 years ago, the Japanese army swept half of Asia, and the Japanese ronin samurai swept East Asia with their army. Wherever they went, the Chinese masters such as Huo Yuanjia were defeated in various conspiracies and assassinations. The Japanese samurai were once known as the most powerful in the world. Later, a Chinese master stood up. He did not defeat the Japanese on the ring, but used assassination methods to kill all the arrogant Japanese masters. The lucky person only remembered that the Chinese man who was as terrifying as the god of death had golden pupils. Since then, the Japanese samurai feared the god of death, but in the past seventy years, the god of death has never appeared again. It suddenly appeared that night, bringing the god of death greetings.

Fujiwara Mingliang guessed that he should be the successor of Jintong Death God, but the successor of Jintong Death God is the next Jintong Death God, who has a strong hatred for Japan. I am afraid that this time, his and Ono's lives will be taken away by the Death God.

Although Taro Ono didn't know the legend of the Golden Eye Death God, he could feel that Lu Xin was an unfathomable Chinese master. At least he had never seen how powerful he was, so he was easily deceived by him. He felt that his IQ was insulted and his life was threatened. Taro Ono's small eyes behind the golden glasses narrowed slightly, and no one could escape from my two scalpels!

Taro Ono put away his contempt for Lu Xin, looked at Lu Xin carefully, and walked slowly over. Two sharp scalpels slid from his sleeves, slipped into his hands, and hid between his fingers.

Taro Ono did not take action at the first time. He was waiting for Lu Xin's flaws. He thought he was a master of Lu Xin's level. In the duel between such a master of magnitude, as long as he grasped a flaw, he could kill someone.

Lu Xin stepped on an iron nail, as if he was injured, his feet trembled and his whole body shook.

Taro Ono quickly seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, waved his scalpel and slashed at Lu Xin.

Two scalpels emit a cold and silent dead light.

Taro Ono smiled proudly. He felt that he had used this move very successfully. He cut off the other party's right hand with two scalpels and cut off the other party's neck artery with one stroke.

He wanted to reach out and hold the golden glasses, and then he said his favorite saying, "Silly Chinese Pig!", but he suddenly realized that his hand could not be raised, and his right hand suddenly fell from his wrist and broke with his wrist. At first, there was no blood flowing out, and blood splashed out in an instant.

When he wanted to say the "stupid china pig", he obviously felt that there was no sound in his throat and a pain in his neck that had never been seen before.

He suddenly found that it was not Lu Xin who had his right hand cut off and his throat was cut off, but he was actually himself. How could this be possible!

With a clang, Lu Xin threw the scalpel that Jin took from Ono Taro's hand with the super power of controlling the gold, and glanced at Ono Taro contemptuously: "Idiot!"

When Taro Ono heard the clanging sound of the scalpel falling to the ground, he immediately realized that the scalpel was not in his own control, but the Chinese master in front of him took it away from him and did the same thing to him.

He quickly covered the bloody mouth on his neck with his hands, but the blood was already spewing out. As the blood passed, his life was still passing away.

Lu Xin walked leisurely in the courtyard and slowly walked towards the one-eyed dragon Fujiwara Mitsuri: "You are the only one left now. Tell me, are there anyone behind you and how many people in your organization still have?"

Just now, Fujiwara Meiliang was still wondering whether this person was the God of Kintoki. Now, he dared not doubt it anymore. This person is definitely the God of Kintoki! If he fights him, he will soon die like Taro Ono.

Fujiwara Akira knew that his strength was a strong man in Japan, and he was a little better than Ono Taro, but facing the successor of the Golden Eye Death who could instantly kill Ono Taro, Fujiwara Akira was not sure of winning at all. For the first time in his life, he was scared out of fear!

He chose to escape. When Lu Xin walked towards him slowly, he did not get up to fight, but rushed in another direction, rushed to the window, suddenly knocked the window open, and jumped down with the broken glass.

This Japanese-style building is a four-story building. Fujiwara Meiliang did not jump off the building directly. The moment he broke through the glass, he grabbed a rope, a green rope hidden between the green leaf veins of the ivy. He pulled the rope, his feet pedaled against the wall and quickly slid down. When he was one floor above the ground, he put down the rope, landed smoothly, and then accelerated toward the wall, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment.
Chapter completed!