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Go!
Mitsui Fujiwara, overwhelmed with agitation, urged them to hurry!
Hum! Hum!
Whoosh!
All the martial artists from the Mitsui Family retreated en masse; this time, their speed was incredibly fast.
Behind them, Smith and his men roared with anger, determined to catch them!
They too gave chase.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the distance, the sound of vehicles could be heard, and countless figures got out.
Clearly, reinforcements had arrived.
Flee! Without any hesitation, Mitsui Fujiwara and his people made a swift getaway.
Eventually, they managed to escape.
But at a terrible cost: from more than a hundred elite warriors, only thirteen remained.
Half of those who perished did so within the manor, while the other half were killed during the escape.
Damn it! Damn it!
Mitsui Fujiwara roared in a frenzy; these were elites of the Mitsui Family, and losing even one was heartbreaking for them.
Now that they had lost more than eighty, how could he not be in agony?
