After walking to the edge of the deep pit, Tengshan Village Ming and others opened the round barrels one by one, and then poured the red liquid contained in the bucket into the deep pit one by one.

Thirty barrels almost made the blood-colored liquid in the deep pit high by about one meter.

At this time, a cold voice sounded from the deep pit: "Tengshan Village name, don't you want the Blood Demon Heart Sutra?"

Of course, Su Chongshan is the one who speaks.

"Mr. Su, we have tried our best. In recent times, there are too many missing people, and the government has begun to investigate."

Fujiyama Village first explained, and then quickly continued: "But Mr. Su, don't worry, I have someone to start from Africa. At most a week, a large amount of supplies will be sent here, and you will definitely not disappoint."

"Okay, if you can't satisfy me in a week, then you don't have to think about the Blood Demon Heart Sutra."

Su Chongshan said coldly, then stopped talking, and there was no sound of everything.

Tengshan Village Ming reached out to wipe away the fine cold sweat that oozed out of his forehead. Although he was also a strong man now, although he was the head of the Tengshan family, when he faced Su Chongshan, he felt like he was facing a demon.

Therefore, after Su Chongshan's voice fell, Tengshan Village Ming directly commanded a group of people and carried the barrels out of the village.

When she left, Su Chongshan felt that his back was obviously a little glowing.

The reason why he left so anxious was not because of his fear of Su Chongshan. As for this village, Su Chongshan felt cold all over his body after entering here.

It seemed as if countless ghosts were looking at him, as if countless people were asking for their lives.

This feeling made Fujiyama Village have nightmares every night.

But he had no choice—

Mizukoji is one of the top ten strongest underground forces in Japan.

But today, Shuikou Club is facing a crisis of destruction.

Thirty masked men in black uniforms, like thirty sharp knives, rushed directly into the headquarters of Shuikou Club. The guns were almost no different from toys in front of these masked men.

The entire battle lasted for less than ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, the president of Shuikou Club was crushed directly, and the senior executives of Shuikou Club all died in the hands of these masked people, while the remaining ordinary members became captives of those masked people.

In ten minutes, Mizuguchi Club disappeared from the territory of Japan.

At this moment, killings like this appeared in several places at almost the same time, across the entire Japanese range.

Basically, as long as the underground forces locked by these masked people are almost completely destroyed like the Shuikou Society.

Overnight, half of Japan's ten strongest underground forces were eliminated.

And this crazy behavior continued. Those black masked people were like the god of death. Wherever they passed, almost no underground force could escape their claws.
Chapter completed!