"Third Brother, what on earth happened?" Fatty Lin and Little Hou caught up to Xu Ming and asked. "I don't know, I just got up there and saw Big Sister-in-law and Qingqing had knocked out those two bastards." Xu Ming stared furiously at the two black figures sprinting ahead. "Damn, if I'm not mistaken, those three are all ninjas with Jōnin strength, superiors to the Black Dragon Society's shadow ninjas," Ye Xiaohou grumbled.

"Jōnin?" Upon hearing this, Fatty Lin shuddered, immediately quickening his pace. He turned back to Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou, saying, "You two be careful later; Jōnin strength isn't something we can easily handle." "Understood!" As if by unspoken agreement, the three figures suddenly accelerated. Fatty Lin cultivated the Yi Jin Jing internal energy, which made him slightly faster than Xu Ming and the others.

Coupled with his Vajra Indestructible Body and various martial arts, he was chasing quite closely. However, he couldn't help but feel a knot of dread in his stomach. The two guys not far ahead were clearly not using their full strength, running fast one moment and slow the next, seemingly trying to deliberately lure them out.

Meanwhile, a black sedan stopped at a bend. The young man in black sitting in the driver's seat stared intently at the figures slowly vanishing from sight. He shifted the gear lever, immediately spun the car around, stomped on the accelerator, and the entire vehicle screeched, leaving tire marks as it shot forward.

"What's wrong?" A little girl suddenly frowned in confusion because she sensed the intense killing intent radiating from the young man in black, which sent a tremor through her. "Buckle up, I'm about to speed up," the young man in black said coldly. "Mhm!" the little girl responded sweetly, though she suddenly focused her gaze, staring intently ahead.

"Three Jōnin, they've abducted two older sisters, and three people are following them. Are those three your brothers?" "Yeah. Let's catch up and see what's going on," a cold smile touched the young man's lips, his eyes filled with a profound depth, yet strangely eerie, as his gaze showed a hint of demonic transformation.

In no time at all, the three black figures had lured Fatty Lin and the others into a relatively deserted suburban area, where scarecrows stood as tall as men, swaying gently in the light breeze. "They really did lure us here intentionally," Fatty Lin stopped, staring at the three figures dressed in black ninja suits, his voice chillingly cold. "Heh heh, knowing we lured you here on purpose, why didn't you have the good sense to stop following?" Taiken Kyōjun chuckled sinisterly.

"You really are from the Black Dragon Society!" Ye Xiaohou glared at the three of them. He had wanted to use the opportunity to rescue Li Qian and Liu Qingqing, but the three men appeared flawless. He was sure that any move from their side would instantly endanger the two women, if not kill them outright.

"Hm?" A sudden sound broke the tension; it was Liu Qingqing waking up. Realizing she was being held over a man's shoulder in black, she let out a shy cry, "Let me go! What are you doing?

Hurry up..." Tap! Taiken Rinichi, holding Liu Qingqing, lowered her and immediately pressed a point on her neck, instantly paralyzing her. "Don't hurt her!" Xu Ming's eyes were blazing, and his voice took on a bizarre tone as he shouted.

Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou both turned back to look at Xu Ming in alarm, inwardly cursing the bad luck. Xu Ming was clearly on the verge of an outburst, and they feared he might do something truly reckless. Liu Qingqing felt deeply wronged.

Unable to move, she was stunned. What was this? Acupressure?

What the hell? Did things from television actually happen in real life? That was for kids!

Liu Qingqing's mind was in complete chaos. "Heh heh, as long as you behave, I naturally won't harm such a beauty!" Taiken Kyōjun glanced at Liu Qingqing, a lecherous glint flashing in his eyes, and sneered through a smirk. "If you touch a single hair on her, I will wipe out your entire family," Xu Ming seemed to roar this out.

He desperately, intensely, longed to rescue Liu Qingqing, but the three opponents currently had them completely cornered. "Oh ho, is that so?" "Tell us, what exactly is your goal?" Fatty Lin knew their purpose couldn't simply be luring them here. "Looks like there's one who's somewhat intelligent, unlike that kid who looks like a Chinese pig!" "What did you say!" Hearing Taiken Kyōjun's provocation, Xu Ming seemed unable to hold back any longer.

He lunged forward in a swift movement, rapidly attacking the Japanese man, Taiken Kyōjun. Seeing Xu Ming's move, Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou cursed him internally for his impulsiveness but did not retreat, immediately throwing themselves into the fray. "Fine, since you want to play, I'll play with you!" Taiken Kyōjun acted as if he didn't take Fatty Lin, Xu Ming, and Ye Xiaohou seriously at all.

He turned to the two other Jōnin beside him, "Keep an eye on those two women. Heh heh, after I deal with them, we can enjoy ourselves later." "Yes!" The other two Japanese Jōnin chuckled lecherously. Swish—Swish!

In an instant, several figures were locked in confrontation. The impulsive Xu Ming charged forward, making him the first to suffer, given the vast difference in their strength. They were peak Grandmaster level experts; Xu Ming probably wasn't even a match for Fatty Lin, let alone a Grandmaster.

Xu Ming's attack missed. Ye Xiaohou's attack also fell short. Only Fatty Lin managed to show a little skill, enough to make a flicker of surprise cross Taiken Kyōjun's face.

However, the gap between someone who hasn't reached the Grandmaster realm and one who has is fundamentally different. Consequently, the trio's attacks couldn't even touch the opponents' collars, and they took quite a beating instead. Bang!

Xu Ming, his face contorted in fury, was kicked swiftly by Taiken Kyōjun, sending him stumbling back a meter. A trickle of blood spilled from his lips as he supported himself on the ground with one hand, staring furiously at Taiken Kyōjun. Thud!

Thud! Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou were also struck and forced back. After a brief minute of fighting, a distance was established.

Taiken Kyōjun stared at Fatty Lin, a look of genuine surprise on his face this time. "Is that the Vajra Indestructible Body from Shaolin martial arts in China?" "Hmph! So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?" Fatty Lin snorted coldly.

In truth, he wasn't faring well either. Only now did he truly understand the difference in strength when one hasn't reached the Grandmaster realm; in the eyes of these experts, they were practically children, utterly outmatched. "Heh heh, it's really not much.

I only used thirty percent of my power, and you are already this pathetic. It seems your so-called leader Yang Yi won't be much better," Taiken Kyōjun said with utter sarcasm. "So your goal is our leader?" Fatty Lin sneered, his eyes constantly flashing with cold light as he asked.

"Correct. Our objective is him. Lord Hei died by his hand, and that bastard actually annihilated most of our Black Dragon Society's power in China; he deserves death.

The same goes for you. I originally intended to use you to draw out Yang Yi, but it seems I can just kill you all here today, saving us a lot of trouble in the future," Taiken Kyōjun's face twisted with savagery, a vicious glint in his eyes. "Killing us won't be that easy, I suppose?" Fatty Lin's words lacked conviction.

After all, one of them had already put the three of them in such a sorry state; if all three attacked together, they would likely be finished in under two minutes. "Hahaha, isn't this what they call a death struggle?" Bang! As Taiken Kyōjun finished speaking, a strange sound suddenly rang out.

It was Li Qian waking up. She swiftly delivered a kick, smashing hard into the Japanese Jōnin who had placed her on the ground beside her, and then bounced away. "Baka!" That Jōnin was clearly no pushover; he was a Grandmaster expert after all.

He easily dodged Li Qian's attack and swiftly tapped near her neck. Li Qian became just as immobilized as Liu Qingqing, unable to even make a sound—a truly bizarre application of acupressure. "Hmph, it seems these two beauties aren't very obedient.

Perhaps we need to punish them properly, eh?" Taiken Kyōjun said with a vulgar chuckle. "Tsk tsk, Big Brother, this woman's chest is so full, I really can't resist pinching..." Slap! Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped across the face, sending his entire body flying.

The other Japanese Jōnin, Taiken Rinichi, stood watching, his eyes wide with shock. But just as he gasped, the air suddenly vibrated, and a slap struck him too—Slap!—the sound echoing clearly...