One was at the Fifth Awakening, and the other was an expert whose strength could not be gauged.
The back of San Mu Ichiro's shirt was already soaked.
Downstairs, gunfire, explosions, sounds of fighting, and pleas for mercy rang out without end.
The entire building had become an Asura Battlefield.
It seemed to herald the end of the San Mu Group.
"A warrior may be killed, but not humiliated. Please let my younger brother go."
San Mu Ichiro clenched his fists. Had he been able to beat them, he would have flown into a rage long ago.
If Black Raccoon had been alone, he might have fought to the death.
But the terrifying aura that flickered around Instructor made him restless.
Instructor narrowed his eyes, lifted his leg off San Mu Ichibashi, and picked up the dying man.
"As you wish."
Bam!
Instructor walked to the window and delivered a powerful kick.
He sent San Mu flying from the top floor in a perfect arc before crashing heavily onto the street.
This time, San Mu was as dead as could be.
"Baka!"
"Calm down."
San Mu Ichiro flew into a rage and opened his hand.
A Crimson Tachi appeared out of thin air.
Almost simultaneously, Black Raccoon moved too.
Black Raccoon's figure flashed, and he sat down beside San Mu, hooking an arm around his neck.
He held a hammer bigger than a human head in his other hand.
"Don't move, or I'll smash your fucking skull." Black Raccoon waved his hammer and smiled. "It's just a dead younger brother. How old's your mom? Have her give you another one."
"You two..."
San Mu Ichiro glared at them through gritted teeth.
But the situation left him no choice but to hold back.
His reinforcements had not arrived yet.
Glancing at