Chapter 62: Who dares to touch my brother!

  After listening to Lin Ziwu's recollection, Ye Chengfeng was almost certain that the six ghost-masked men were the Japanese special agents who had been with fake Jiang Jian all along.

  But what he didn't expect was that the other party's action would be so swift and fierce.

  He had just caught fake Jiang Jian that day, and they took action at dawn.

  Luckily he had foresight and as soon as he heard that someone was snooping around Lin Ziyu's villa, he hastily refined two magical instruments.

  If he had been a bit lazy at that time and only refined one piece, the result would not have been so simple as six ghost-faced men being injured and fleeing.

  After a flash of thought, Ye Chengfeng couldn't help but comfort Lin Ziwu and her sister for a while, then said: "As long as you're both okay, the remaining police should be able to handle it, don't worry."

  Although it was said so, Ye Chengfeng still decided to take matters into his own hands.

  Otherwise, with those Japanese special agents around, he really couldn't put his mind at ease.

  Before Chiang Jian was caught, Ye Chengfeng still had no way to track down the remaining Japanese agents.

  But this time was different, as a cultivator, Ye Chengfeng could use the blood left behind by his opponent to track and locate him using the Blood Soul Technique.

  "Car God Brother, the wristband is gone."

  Lin Zi Qian looked pitiful like a child who had lost his favorite toy.

  "It's okay, I'll find a way to contact that master friend and ask him to make two more."

  Ye Chengfeng gently stroked her small nose and suggested, "You're not allowed to run around anywhere today, just stay with your sister at the group. There are many people there, it's not easy for the enemy to find an opportunity."

  "Okay, then you drive and send us there."

  In Lin Ziwei's enchanting eyes, there was a strong sense of longing.

  Somehow, as long as Ye Piao was there, she would feel a warm sense of security.

  "Alright."

  Ye Chengfeng smiled and nodded, thinking that those damn Japanese agents had appeared, although they scared Lin Ziyu and her sister.

  But at the same time, this did not prevent Lin Ziwu and her sister from trusting him even more.

  Maybe after a few more similar events, Lin Ziwu might not go for any female bodyguards and directly choose him, Ye Shengfeng.

  After spending some time sending Lin Ziwu and her sister to the Lin Group, Ye Chengfeng simply took a half-day leave and returned to Villa No. 9.

  "Xiao Yuemei, come and adjust the monitor."

  Although Ye Chengfeng was reluctant to monitor the privacy of Lin Ziwu and her sister, this time something happened that made him feel it necessary to install surveillance in the living room and corridors of Lin Ziwu's home.

  As for the bathroom and bedroom, forget it, otherwise people would be seen changing clothes and taking baths.

  "Does Ye Shouzhong plan to eliminate those Japanese spies?"

  Yan Yiyue saw Ye Chengfeng crouching in front of a puddle of fresh blood and couldn't help but ask.

  "Nature."

  Ye nodded coldly, biting his finger and letting a drop of blood containing spiritual energy fall onto the puddle of blood from the Japanese special agent, merging with it.

  Then, he quickly formed a series of crimson hand seals.

  In an instant, the bloodstain that merged with his fresh blood burst out a dazzling red light.

  Strands of crimson mist as fine as silk threads rose from the bloodstains and drifted slowly into the distance.

  Of course, it's not a cultivator, but rather someone who can't see this situation at all.

  "Xiao Yuemei, you take care of monitoring and go back, I'll leave first."

  The leaves were blown away by the wind and landed on a Lexus, following that wispy red smoke that drifted far away.

  In about twenty minutes, Ye Chengfeng arrived at an abandoned warehouse in the northern part of Shanghai. The red smoke that resembled hair was swirling above the warehouse and showed no signs of dispersing.

  At this point, Ye Chengfeng was still unclear where those six Japanese agents wearing ghost masks were hiding.

  He stopped the car and walked towards the warehouse with a cold expression.

  But what made Ye Chengfeng unexpectedly surprised was that around the warehouse door, he found dense bullet holes.

  As he entered the warehouse, Ye Chengfeng saw seven corpses, four of whom were Japanese men in casual clothes and three were Chinese special forces soldiers in combat uniforms. The bullets in their guns had all been fired!

  "Wasn't there an urgent mission at Dongfang Wu last night? It can't be here, right?"

  Ye Chengfeng took a look at the clothes of those three Huaxia special forces soldiers and suddenly found that they were the same ones he had seen at the Four Li Police Station last time.

  He suddenly had an inexplicable premonition.

  ……

  Abandoned warehouse, basement.

  Dongfang Wu and his last two subordinates were back-to-back, covered in blood.

  In front of and behind them, there was a man from Japan wearing white samurai clothing, holding a shining silver samurai sword.

  Around were scattered a dozen or so corpses.

  Looking at those dead subordinates, Dongfang Wu's sharp eyes had already turned completely red.

  Unfortunately, these two men wielding Japanese swords were just too formidable.

  Since last night, he led a small team to raid this place, but unexpectedly ran out of ammunition and killed ten Japanese agents one after another, yet still failed to kill these last two men.

  On the contrary, after exhausting their ammunition, the special forces on his side suffered heavy casualties.

  The entire squad of twelve men was now down to just him and his last two subordinates, who were still desperately fighting back, their bodies already slashed by swords countless times.

  If nothing unexpected happens, he will be handing over here today.

  "Captain, now you're the only one who can go out and get reinforcements, you must survive."

  The last two subordinates of Dongfang Wu looked at each other with a gaze that would rather die than yield, and then charged separately towards the two sword-wielding men: "Kill!"

  "Honk honk!"

  Almost at the same time, two cold and shiny samurai swords quickly pierced through both of them.

  Rolling hot blood, like a gushing spring.

  "Xiao Dong, Xiao Wu!"

  The roar of the oriental Wushu athlete.

  "Hurry up!"

  Those two special soldiers held tightly onto the sharp blade that pierced their bodies and used their last bit of strength to shout loudly.

  "Xiao Dong, Xiao Wu!"

  Dongfang Wu cried, with tears streaming down his face.

  Watching his teammates die one by one in front of him, Dongfang Wu had no intention of escaping.

  Then very quickly, when those two samurai men kicked away the special soldiers who had been stabbed to death, they went east together.

  No unnecessary sarcasm, no unneeded ridicule.

  Some of them just have that unyielding determination to kill.

  "Damn it, come on! Even if I die, I'll drag one down with me!"

  Dongfang Wu wielded that blood-stained special warfare dagger.

  Although he said so, only he himself knew that he was already at his last gasp.

  "Kill!"

  Two samurai men, perfectly in sync, almost simultaneously swung their gleaming swords and charged eastward.

  But just as their swords were about to pierce Dongfang Wu, a crimson light flashed in like a thunderbolt.

  "Ding ding!"

  With two crisp sounds, the warriors' swords broke off simultaneously.

  "Who dares to touch my brother!"

  In an instant, Dongfang Wu was shocked to see Ye Chengfeng descending from the sky like a celestial being, and he had actually flown over through the air.