"What's the matter? Mr. Sanben doesn't trust us?" Wang Hu feigned displeasure as he spoke.
"No, no, Mr. Sanben, Wang Hu is your best ally. How could I not trust you?" The translator said with a forced smile, thinking to himself, 'Is this idiot brain-damaged or what? If they're willing to bring people over, just let them. Why the hell are you yapping over here, you motherfucker? Can't you just quietly drink a little here and talk about national affairs?'
"There's a murderous aura." The sullen-faced man suddenly pulled out a shuriken, a weapon shaped like a short sword or Emei thorn, usually made of iron, short and easy to carry and conceal.
This man was a ninja. Song Yun's heart jumped as he shouted, "Move!" and suddenly lunged at the man. Accompanying his shout, Black Flood Dragon, who had been hiding in the room, rushed out with the Longquan Sword, appearing and disappearing in every corner of the room.
Song Yun stepped forward to grab Hattori's wrist, then kicked out.
