Chapter 1096

"There are still seven people. That's not a choice."

The seven breath sounds from his ear made Li Fan not very satisfied with the result.

This number is not conducive to his action.

After pondering for a while, Li Fan was still unwilling to wait for five hours. After confirming the number of people in the room again, he jumped down directly.

"Good, good dance."

In the bright house, Sato looked at the four dancing women, clapping their hands.

On his left and right sides, there were two gorgeous women in Japanese clothes, waiting carefully.

"Mr. Sato, I heard that you stabbed the world's first killer. Is that true?"

The woman with her hair in a bun on her left side sticks to Sato's chest. Her slender fingers peel off a grape and put it on Sato's mouth.

"Of course, I'm Sato."

Sato proud smile, mouth will swallow the grapes, big hand wanton action up.

Stabbing Li Fan with one knife is the capital he can boast about all his life.

"Cluck! Lord Sato, if you catch that man, you must let me see what the world's number one killer looks like. "

The woman's "giggle" does not stop Sato's action. Instead, she caters to each other's action in her giggle.

But in the heart more and more hot Sato hears this, immediately heroic cloud dry assurance way: "don't worry, he has already become a turtle in the urn, wait to catch him, I let you see enough."

Said, Sato a woman picked up, is about to have action, that hot heart, but suddenly crazy jump up.

He turned his head and wanted to drink loudly, but his mouth just opened, and the crazy beating heart suddenly and strangely quieted down. A cold touch directly penetrated his heart.

At the last moment of consciousness, Sato saw the face that scared him day and night, and the last sentence he heard in his life sounded in his ear.

"I heard that Are you looking for me? "

……

The upper class in the metropolitan area has been in a panic recently.

Since three days ago, some patriarchs of big families have been assassinated. In a short period of three days, three patriarchs who are considered top figures in Japan have died.

What's more, these dead people all have one thing in common, that is, they all participated in the action of encircling and killing Li Fan nearly a month ago.

The fight against Li Fan, which can be called a luxurious battle, has aroused great concern in the whole upper class society of Japan.

Almost everyone knows that Li Fan survived in the inevitable situation. After that, although Junxiong Shengu has been searching for Li Fan's whereabouts, there has never been any news

now, the three martial arts masters who participated in the encirclement and killing of Li Fan suddenly died, which makes people wonder whether Li Fan has started revenge.

And the man with such a mind put all his attention on the last of the four.

In a courtyard far away from the city, Fujiwara, holding scar in both hands, kept walking back and forth in the courtyard, but his heart never calmed down.

As the only one who has participated in the siege and has not died, Fujiwara is now under unimaginable pressure.

Unlike those who are still in the guessing stage, he is almost sure that the person who killed the three clan leaders in succession is Li Fan who has recovered his strength.

Apart from Li Fan, Fujiwara really can't think of a second guy who can still kill people unconsciously even though they have done all the precautions.

After walking for half an hour in this way, Fujiwara finally couldn't bear the pressure and turned to walk into the room.

That black night sky, let him feel everywhere there is a pair of cold eyes, watching his move.

"Mr. Hawkins."

Once in, Fujiwara rushed to a man sitting on a chair in the room.

Around him, there were twelve people of different ages.

"Didn't I tell you not to come in and expose us?"

Hearing the sound of eager footsteps, the first man to fall asleep instantly opened his eyes.

For a moment, Fujiwara, who was looked directly at by these eyes, had a serious sense of suffocation. Even when he spoke, he was not very sharp.

"Mr. Hawkins, Li Fan will definitely come here tonight, or we'll call Mr. Junxiong and kill him at one stroke."

Fujiwara tone stagnant finish a word, looking at the man's face, more respectful up.

This is a good internal strength master who can compete with shunxiong Shengu. Naturally, he deserves such respect.

"Are you questioning my strength?"

Smell speech, the man with blonde hair, eyes not from cold and fierce a few minutes, Fujiwara around the air, seems to be more suffocating at this moment.

"No, it's not. It's just..."Fujiwara also wanted to explain, but the longer he passed, the more difficult it was for him to speak. Finally, when he was almost fainting from suffocation, Hawkins finally took back the suffocating aura and explained faintly.

"If Junxiong Shengu is not at home, Li Fan will be suspicious when he knows."

After a while, Fujiwara was still a little worried. Hawkins frowned impatiently and said, "don't worry! In such a short time, Li Fan's strength has recovered about 50% at most. If he dares to come here, I can send him to heaven. Now, get out and be your bait! "

"OK, I'll go right away. I'll go right away."

Fujiwara nodded in fear, and finally did not dare disobey the man's words.

Up to now, he is in a difficult situation. In front of him is Li Fan, who is assassinated all the time, and in the back is twelve Knights of the imperial court blocking the road. No matter where he goes, he can't feel well. He will act according to Hawkins's requirements, and maybe he can survive.

"Alas

Out of the door, Fujiwara sighed melancholy.

Gu Junxiong promised to kill him. He knew nothing about the situation today.

From his cigarette case, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Fujiwara was looking for a lighter all over his body, but in front of him, there was a light sound of "Da".

By the flickering light of the fire, and the faint moonlight, Fujiwara just looked, then saw the face that made him afraid.

Cold sweat, instant depression.

"You You... "

After "you" twice in a row, Li Fan couldn't say a complete word. He just made a funny gesture of silence and told each other silently with his mouth shape and the knife in his hand.

"Keep it down."

Fujiwara subconsciously turned to look at the house, want to cry for help, but the cold touch on his neck, or stop his impulse.

"How many people are there in the room?"

Li Fan suddenly asked softly.