In the early morning of the next day, Ning Fan arrived in a city in Africa and dialed a number on his mobile phone.

Toot toot…

But no one answered the call there. Logically speaking, this guy should be very leisurely.

"Forget it, let's go find him first."

Ning Fan bought a car, arrived at the dock and took a boat to set off.

What we are looking for this time is the leader of the Samsara Organization, Zhang Kuang, known as the God of Samsara.

The two of them are old friends. Now that Chris is injured, the only helper Ning Fan can think of is this guy.

This guy lives on a private island off the coast of Africa and lives a retired life.

Ning Fan also happened to go to see if he could know some recent events.

About an hour later, Ning Fan arrived at the island's waters.

I am also a frequent visitor here, so I drove the speedboat straight in. Logically speaking, there should be someone guarding the island.

As a result, there is no one there now, which is really strange.

After stopping the boat, Ning Fan drove the sightseeing car towards the center of the island.

A castle appears in the eye, this is where the God of War lives in awe.

But everything in front of me is not a good thing, because there has obviously been a battle here, and there are traces of artillery bombardment.

"Did something happen to this guy too?"

Ning Fan walked over anxiously but with a hint of vigilance. There were several corpses wearing combat uniforms and helmets on the ground.

Turning it over and unbuttoning the combat uniform, there was nothing inside except a pool of blood.

This is the first time I have seen this happen. It seems to be because people turn into a pool of blood after death, so there is no way to trace them.

Ning Fan turned over two corpses and found the same thing, without any clues, so he strode into the castle.

The traces of the battle in the lobby became more intense, and some places had collapsed.

I saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground with a knife running through his body.

"Insolent!"

This person is exactly the Zhang Kuang that Ning Fan is looking for. This guy is the God of Samsara who has made countless people scared, and he is actually dead.

"Crazy, what are you..."

Ding!

A crisp sound from deep in the corner made Ning Fan frown, and a strong murderous aura filled the entire hall.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a black custom-made battle uniform walking out. He had an oriental face and held a samurai sword in his hand.

"The Japanese swordsman, Ichiro Miyamoto."

"Sir, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

This Miyamoto Ichiro is definitely an SSS-level powerhouse in the dark world, and he is also a person active in the dark world, nicknamed the Japanese Sword Master.

"You died three years ago, how could you still be alive?" Ning Fan asked.

"You are not qualified to know this, because dead people don't need to know much."

Ichiro Miyamoto continued to approach, the katana in his hand emitted a cold light, and in an instant the light of the sword went straight to Ning Fan.

Stab——

The sword light was like lightning, leaving a deep mark directly on the ground where Ning Fan was just now.

Ning Fan knew that the sword master in front of him was more powerful than the previous sword masters, so he did not dare to pick up a sword carelessly.

The two people's eyes flickered, and they disappeared from the place at an extremely fast speed.

DANG DANG DANG!!!
Chapter completed!