When Takagi Qiang personally stepped into this four-story building with more than 30 Deli's subordinates, a faint smell of blood came to his nose as soon as he entered the hall.

Takagi Qiang was shocked, but he still waved his hand calmly. His subordinates were orderly and covered each other, and searched through the floor layer by layer. Takagi Qiang, accompanied by two bodyguards, sat behind the reception desk in the center of the hall. Under the cover of the table, the two bodyguards each held the pistol in their hands.

"President Takagi, Miss is fine, the person has been found." Soon, Shiyun Yamamoto from the action team came over to report to him.

"Well, where is the beautiful filmmaker?" Takagi Qiang breathed a sigh of relief. Although he disliked this daughter (in the hearts of the older generation, Lala should have been shot.), but the father-daughter relationship has been thicker than water for almost twenty years, so how could he not care about his daughter (I was still very well-behaved when I was a child). This time, he brought someone over to him when he heard something happened to his daughter, which proved that it was proof.

"Uh, the eldest lady is on the third floor, and seems to be taking a shower? Miss Kobayashi Ju is also there."

"Hmph, these two girls!" Hearing that Kobayashi Ju were there, Takagi Qiang suddenly became unkind. It was this girl who was mixed with his daughter. In his opinion, maybe Kobayashi Ju took her daughter away: "They were taking a shower together?"

"Uh, maybe it's right." Yamamoto Shiyun replied awkwardly. He couldn't rush into the bathroom and see if the two ladies were taking a shower together?

"Hmph, what's going on in this building? How many people died?" Takagi Qiang heard that his daughter was fine. Although he was angry, he finally felt relieved and turned his attention to the bloody smell. With his experience, many people must have died of such a bloody smell.

"All the people in the building were dead, and more than one hundred people should have died. There was a person above, guarding the room of the suite where the eldest lady and the others took a bath. I think you should meet you as the president. These people should be killed by him." When he said this, Yamamoto Shiyun's face also changed slightly.

The actual strength of the Sanlin Society is much stronger than that of Nishikawa Shi.

As a gang group that can change courses and embark on the road of whitewashing, it is not that easy even for RB gangs.

Eight years ago, the scale of the Sanlin Society was so large that even the underworld could not accommodate them. They interfered in local elections, offered their own political spokespersons, infiltrated law enforcement agencies, and presided over regional discourse power.

Rather than saying it is a gang, it is a powerful organization that is transforming into local separatist forces. This of course aroused the alertness of the RB government. After fierce struggles under the water, the underworld forces of the Sanlin Association began to shrink, and various illegal gray businesses were severely hit. Even Lin Zuozhen, the former president of the Sanlin Association, died in an accident at that time. The Takagi-Yi Group rose to prominence in the Sanlin Association.

From then on, Sanlinhui embarked on the road of whitewashing, and various illegal businesses were gradually abandoned. Of course, there were still many businesses that played the edge. A large amount of funds were invested in real estate and buying shares of various companies. The members who originally collected protection fees turned around and became security leaders of various companies in the territory. Other gang members also had their own way out, either having a idle job in a certain company or being sent overseas to protect the new company. The gangs, which originally had nearly 10,000 people, seemed to have turned into legal companies.

However, within the Sanlin Society, young elites were summoned in a planned manner, hired instructors for training, absorbed talents from the outside, and formed a professional company for management. This is the current "Sanlin Preservation" and its name is very rustic, but this is an armed force composed of international mercenary companies and has legal power to hold guns. The six internal core groups are even composed of retired elite soldiers from various countries hired at high prices. Today, Takagi Qiang brought more than 30 people, two of which are already considered to be killing chickens. He is confident that with these 30 people, the entire Xichuan Gang can be uprooted.

But even the elites of the core group were surprised to see the bodies falling everywhere in the building and bloodstains splattering everywhere while advancing. After a special person in the group checked the bodies, they found that almost everyone was killed with one knife.

In the stair hall on the third floor, it was like an unspoiled slaughterhouse. Even in their operation team, the smell of blood here was so strong that even they were vomiting.

"Call the cleaning team here immediately, hurry up, bring more people, we must cover up this matter." More than 100 people died at one time, and even if Sanlin came to great potential, it would be difficult to suppress it. The only chance is to cover up this matter before the police intervene and prevent it from breaking out.

As a gangster organization, Sanlin Society is naturally not a kind man and a trustworthy woman. Its cleaning team is not a cleaning team, but an expert team specially trained to eliminate traces of various aftermath and eliminate traces.

Since the entire building was controlled and his daughter was safe and sound, Takagi Qiang was not so anxious. He looked over the stairs one by one. There were corpses everywhere in the room and the aisle, both men and women. Most people even retained the expressions of the time on their faces. Few of the facial expressions of the corpses were distorted due to pain. It seemed that death suddenly came to these people, and even their facial expressions did not have time to change.

The more he looked at Takagi, the more frightened he became. Most of the dead had wounds in their eyebrows, and a shallow knife mark was vertically scratched from their foreheads to their eyebrows, and not even much blood was leaking out. It was like a vertical line was drawn with a red pen on the eyebrows.
Chapter completed!