This guy?
Not only Kingpin, but even Bullseye wore an expression of utter disbelief.
"We clearly killed you!"
Bullseye stared fixedly at Xin, his voice equally full of indescribable shock. He simply could not understand how this was possible.
"Death?"
Xin gave a disdainful laugh. "There's no such thing!"
With that, Xin drew the longsword at his side and casually pointed it at Kingpin. "Attack!"
The ninjas behind Xin immediately surged forward, gripping their longswords as they charged at Kingpin.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Some of Kingpin's trusted men were no pushovers either. They grabbed their weapons and returned fire.
The two sides began an intense firefight in the extravagantly luxurious hall.
"Kingpin, go! Leave this to us!"
Bullseye wasted no words. He immediately grabbed knives, forks, and other utensils from a nearby dining table and hurled them at the ninjas.
The ninjas swiftly swung their swords to block them.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A dense burst of metal-on-metal clashes rang out.
"Vanessa, this way!"
Kingpin did not dare delay. Shielding Vanessa, he quickly headed for the passageway.
Crash!
But at that moment, the sound of shattering glass rang out again.
Another man in a trench coat, also holding a longsword, suddenly leaped inside.
He performed a diving forward roll across the floor, sprang to his feet, and blocked Kingpin's path.
It was none other than Murakami, one of The Hand's Five Fingers and Xin's master.
Murakami stood with sword in hand, a cold smile on his face as he looked at Kingpin. "Where are you going, Iron Fist?"
Kingpin's expression turned incomparably grim.
The enemy had come prepared and caught Kingpin completely off guard.
Even now, none of the men he had stationed outside had come to support him. They had clearly either been eliminated or held back.
And the few men