Chapter 221

"Oh? Why can't I kill you?" Kuchiki Senya retorted, while (Li Wang Zhao), his hand slowly applying force, gripping Kitaoka Junko's soft throat, and with a hard twist.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out.

Kitaoka Junko's throat bone snapped!

"Ugh... cough, cough, cough, cough!" She coughed violently, fresh blood wildly spraying from her mouth, her eyes growing wider and wider.

However, this Kitaoka Junko did not faint or go into shock like an ordinary woman; she was still alive, and even a look of incomparably venomous hatred surfaced in her eyes.

However, this venomous light did not last long before it completely dispersed, replaced by thick panic!

225. Tomorrow's Sun

She knew that she might never see tomorrow's sun again.

This was Kuchiki Senya's doing.

Kitaoka Junko knew that tonight she was completely done for, and it was a dead end; she could not think of any chance she had to turn things around!

Kitaoka Junko's heart was filled with regret! Why had she provoked such a terrifying existence!

"I know who you are, I know, I understand everything!" Kitaoka Junko gasped heavily as she spoke, her cheeks flushed red, her eye sockets filled with blood vessels, looking incomparably ferocious.

"So what if you know? I don't care about any of that."

Kuchiki Senya shook his head, his tone very flat: "Actually, you should have guessed it too — this matter has nothing to do with you."

After a pause, Kuchiki Senya said: "This time, I came here to find someone."

"Find someone? Who are you looking for?" Kitaoka Junko asked.

She now only prayed that this demon would leave early 567; as long as he stopped tormenting her, Kitaoka Junko was willing to do anything!

"Kitaoka Yamamoto." Kuchiki Senya said coldly.

"Mr. Yamamoto is the father of our Kitaoka group leader." Kitaoka Junko said with difficulty.

"You need not try to lie to me, because I've already investigated clearly." Kuchiki Senya sneered: "I don't care whether he's your father or not, he's a beast either way."

"Are you going to kill him? Do you dare?" Kitaoka Junko gritted her teeth and roared; this time, she actually had quite a flavor of breaking the pot and smashing it.

"Heh, of course I can kill him." Kuchiki Senya smiled slightly, then placed his hand on top of Kitaoka Junko's head.

This posture seemed just like swatting a fly!

The next second, Kitaoka Junko's head directly exploded! Fresh blood and brain matter splattered all over Kuchiki Senya's face!

However, this Young Master didn't even furrow his brow, as if the dead person had nothing to do with him!

Kitaoka Junko's corpse slowly collapsed onto the sofa; both her ears had vanished, and her neck was a bloody mess!

"Truly pathetic." Kuchiki Senya muttered to himself in a low voice.

At this moment, a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in." Kuchiki Senya said.

The door opened, and a bodyguard walked in; he said: "Young Master, the person you're looking for has been found."

"Good, take me to see him." The corner of Kuchiki Senya's mouth curved into a cruel and playful arc.

That bodyguard respectfully led the way, bringing Kuchiki Senya to a bedroom on the second floor.

This room was decorated extremely luxuriously; all kinds of expensive decorations and furnishings were simply magnificent and splendid, and right in the center of the room hung a photograph.

That was a group photo of Easterners; judging by their age, they were about sixty or seventy years old.

"Kitaoka Junko, is she this old bastard's illegitimate daughter? Heh, she really does have a fox-seductress look; I'm going to let this undying old thing also have a taste of what it feels like to lose a son."

Having said that, he suddenly swung his left fist!

Boom!

This bedroom was instantly destroyed; all those expensive pieces of furniture were reduced to fragments!

And in this bedroom, there was still a person lying there — it was Kitaoka Yamamoto!

His head drooped against his chest, clearly already dead through and through.

Kuchiki Senya walked over, looked at this old man, and sneered mockingly twice: "Old thing, your son was killed because of you; now, it's your turn."

Having said that, he reached out and grabbed Kitaoka Yamamoto's head!

Immediately after, he ruthlessly twisted off the other's neck!

"Haha, truly a perfect shell!"

This father of the Kitaoka family's second young lady, at the moment of his death, finally experienced what it meant that life does not cease and death does not stop.

His eyeballs were wide open, filled with shock and despair, as if he had never anticipated that he would actually end up in such a fate!

This was not good news at all, especially for Kitaoka Junko's subordinates!

"No, no..." one figure after another leapt in through the window into this room; they were all high-level fighters trained by the Kitaoka family!

Unfortunately, they simply could not get close to that man!

This man stood there, his entire body emanating an eerie and sinister aura, as if the entire space had frozen solid!

Although they exerted all their strength, they simply could not stop that terrifying enemy!

They fell one after another, all piled up haphazardly into a small mountain!

226. Superlative Combat Power

"Kitaoka group, heh, I will make it disappear completely from the East." This man sneered, and then he strode away.

And at this moment, those few high-level fighters only then struggled to get up!

Their eyes were filled with anger and hatred, but they had no recourse at all.

The superlative combat power displayed by that man, powerful enough to make one despair, deeply shocked their souls!

At this moment, these few high-level fighters had already realized that if they continued to be obstinately foolish, then what awaited them would be an even more miserable ending!

"Run! Escape and tell the organization that this guy has come to the Kitaoka group, he killed Uncle Yamamoto! Run!" a high-level fighter was the first to shout.

GLOSSARY:

Kuchiki Senya, Kitaoka Junko, Kitaoka Yamamoto, Kitaoka Group, Young Master, Mr., Gangshan, Jijingran Society

Immediately after, they scrambled in every direction, desperate to burst through the door and escape.

But at that very moment, the room's door was suddenly kicked flying!

Bang!

That heavy, solid security door slammed into the members of the Kitagashira family; several were knocked flat, coughing blood and passing out on the spot!

They were utterly unable to resist that one overwhelmingly powerful man!

It felt like ants coming up against a dragon—no matter how many of them there were, they still wouldn't be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth!

More than thirty of them in total, and not one of them lasted five seconds!

At that moment, the entire villa fell deathly silent.

No lights were on inside the house; only moonlight spilled in through the windows.

Kuchiki Senya left the Kitagashira family, then got into a car and drove toward a remote stretch of seaside.

At that moment, the moon was black and the wind high, waves rolling in one after another.

"This is the best choice. I like the sea," Kuchiki Senya said.

Saying so, he pulled out his phone and called the crew aboard the Sakamatsu: "Hello, I need you to prepare a rescue boat right now and take me to a small island near Beijing."

"Understood, Young Master," the other end of the line answered at once.

"Mm, remember—no one other than you lot is to learn of this." Kuchiki Senya's eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "I don't want anyone else to know about this."

His tone was calm, even carrying a hint of cool indifference.

Yet the more someone is like this, the more dangerous they are—because their nature is utterly cold, and they often possess a power great enough to overturn heaven and earth, even… to upend one's entire view of the world.

"Don't worry, Young Master, we won't leak it." After the crewman finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

…………

"Yamamoto, what should we do?" Inside a spacious, luxurious presidential suite, a group of men and women in bathrobes had gathered. One man was holding a naked woman against him, one hand wandering over her waist.

The man looked to be in his early thirties, very handsome, but his gaze was sharp, and a fierce, vicious air showed between his brows—clearly no good sort.

"Father, now is not yet the time to tear faces with the Kitagashira family—after all… after all, Junko is still alive," Kitagashira Yamamoto said.

... Requesting flowers...

Kitagashira Junko was his younger sister.

This man was called Yamamoto Zhangshan, the future helmsman of the Kitagashira family.

The man gave a light cough, then shook his head: "No, Yamamoto, you're wrong. Junko isn't just dead—she died a terrible death. She will never wake up again."

Kitagashira Junko was indeed thoroughly dead; her chest bone and lungs had been shattered by a single palm strike from Kuchiki Senya. Even if Hua Xia's divine physician, the Jianghu divine doctor Li Li Youran, were to step in personally, it would likely be impossible to save her life.

At this moment, Yamamoto Zhangshan did not know that his younger brother had already come to the Eastern Ocean. Moreover, in his heart, the bond between full siblings held little affection to speak of; he had long been wary of these two older brothers.