Huyan Lan three steps in two and grabbed Yin Long's arm.
"We've been exposed! Run!"
"Holy crap?"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Huyan Lan dragged Yin Long and ran wildly toward the vehicle.
The donkey-faced private suddenly stepped forward and blocked her way, bowing sharply at a ninety-degree angle. "I'm so sorry, Miss, I deserve to die!"
"Ah?"
Huyan Lan stopped moving. Although she didn't understand Japanese, she could understand the other person's bowing apology. But there were clearly controlled weapons in the trunk. Didn't the other person notice?
And why bow in apology?
Huyan Lan peeked into the trunk.
Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.
Interesting props that cannot be shown to the public... and many beautiful clothes, which are used to partially conceal controlled weapons such as Tasers, smoke grenades, and flashbangs.
"Baka! Do you even know who she is?"
Yin Long's eyes widened in fury. "She is our young master Kanzaki's most prized dancer! How dare you offend her? I will kill you!"
"Please calm down, Your Excellency! Please calm down, Your Excellency!"
The round-faced sergeant and his men quickly surrounded him, offering their apologies.
Huyan Lan blushed furiously. She knew without a doubt that Yin Long was behind it all, but at least she was safe. She glared at Yin Long fiercely, "I'll deal with you when we get back!"
"Let them through! Let them through immediately!"
The round-faced sergeant was also scared, and waved his hand to order his men to let the vehicle pass.
"Etc!"
Private First Class with a donkey-like face suddenly roared.
The round-faced captain was trembling with anger, thinking to himself, "I don't care if you want to go to the countryside in Hokkaido to grow potatoes, but I, for the hell, don't want to."
The soldiers nearby were so angry they wanted to kill Private First Class Donkey Face.
"Captain, the license plate is wrong!"
"The license plate is incorrect?"
The round-faced captain looked down, his pupils dilating in shock!
Rectangular license plate: [ Kyoto 108-20-46]
Without a doubt, this is a local Kyoto limousine used by everyone from high-ranking city and county government officials to wealthy tycoons.
But the Kanzaki Clan is not an ordinary zaibatsu (financial conglomerate).
They are the highest-ranking members of the court nobility, enjoying the same treatment as the Japan imperial family. Their travel arrangements are on par with the imperial family, most obviously reflected in their license plates.
Round license plate: [8].
"Beep--"
A sharp, piercing whistle shattered the silence of the night.
"Surround formation!"
The round-faced sergeant puffed out his cheeks, blew his whistle, and waved his hand to give the order.
"Learn!"
The soldiers, their faces grim, quickly surrounded the welcoming vehicle, disengaged their rifles, and pointed their dark gun barrels inside.
Private First Class with a donkey-like face shouted urgently into the walkie-talkie.
"Calling dispatch center! Calling dispatch center! A Toyota Century limousine displaying a Kanzaki Clan flag has been spotted at the building entrance. We suspect the vehicle is impersonating the Kanzaki Clan. Requesting backup! Requesting backup!"
"Dispatch center understands!"
Patrol teams around the building received a call from headquarters and quickly headed towards the building entrance to provide backup.
"This reminds me of the days I played Vice City."
Yin Long swallowed hard.
The roar of a huge propeller filled the air. He looked up at the dark night sky and saw an armed helicopter, resembling an eagle, hovering overhead with its searchlight on.
A thick, dazzling white pillar descended from the sky.
"At which point did they slip up?"
Huyan Lan couldn't open his eyes because of the wind. In just half a minute, nearly a hundred heavily armed soldiers had surrounded the entrance of the building. They were trapped and couldn't get out even if they wanted to.
Yin Long said frantically, "It's a license plate, big-breasted girl! I'm so damn stupid. The license plate of the welcome car used by the Kanzaki family starts with the character ""."
"If you're going to put on an act, go all the way. Why don't you ask Hu Xiao to get one?"
"Big-breasted girl! That's a royal vehicle, there are only ten of those in all of Japan, where are you going to get Brother Hu to get one?"
The round-faced sergeant, unlike his previous weak demeanor, stepped forward with a stern expression, omitting even polite formalities, and ordered, "Have your men get out of the vehicle for inspection!"
Huyan Lan and Yin Long stood back to back. "What did he say?"
He made the captain and Brother Hu get out of the car!
"Wishful thinking!" Huyan Lan shouted angrily. "Tell him there's explosives in our car. If he doesn't want to die, he'd better get out of the way!"
"What's the rush?" Yin Long glared at the translator. "You bunch of insubordinate bastards! The encirclement is so tight, we don't even have room to open the car door! Tell your men to back off!"
The round-faced sergeant's expression was grim. He wasn't stupid. "You have no room for negotiation. I'm giving you five seconds. If your men don't get out of the vehicle, we'll open fire!"
Huyan Lan gripped the Taser in her makeup case and asked, "They'd rather die together than let us pass?"
"Mmm," Yin Long said, trembling all over, "They're only giving us five seconds. If the captain and Brother Hu don't get out of the car, they're going to open fire."
The round-faced soldier began a stern countdown.
5!
He said five.
"I understand this, no translation needed."
4!
"What do I do? Big-breasted girl!"
"If all else fails, we'll perish together!"
3!
"I'm still young, I don't want to die."
"If they catch you, you'll suffer a fate worse than death!"
"2!"
"Think of a way, big-breasted girl!"
"Don't worry, I'll punch you to death before they fire a shot. They won't be able to capture you alive."
"1!"
Dozens of rifles were pointed at the vehicle.
Sudden!
Just then...
The driver's side door opened, and a fat man in a brown kimono got out of the car with his hands raised. Several rifle muzzles were pointed at him, and despite his nervous expression, he forced himself to walk to the rear door.
Slowly open the back door.
The wooden clogs clicked as the foot landed on the ground. The private next to him, who was aiming his gun, felt a jolt in his heart. His blood seemed to freeze for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of kneeling down.
What happened?
It wasn't just Private First Class with a donkey's face.
The other soldiers surrounding the rear door all felt the same way.
With his left hand resting on the twin swords at his waist, his wide black sleeves covering his body, and his kimono embroidered with a ferocious black fox pattern, the samurai-haired youth bent down as he alighted from the carriage. His robes fluttered in the wind from the propeller, and his eyes were lifeless, his expression cold, unlike anything human.
"Damn it! What on earth is going on?"
Private First Class, his face contorted in pain, bit his tongue hard. His hand gripping the rifle trembled violently, large beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks, and he was filled with hysteria, his very being unable to suppress the urge to kneel in his bones!
Is it because the young man with the samurai haircut has such a strong aura?
There is indeed a connection. The other party's extremely imposing swordsman aura is not unrelated to Youjing, the successor of the Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū Sect; in fact, it is exactly the same!
But it didn't matter much, because it was a feeling of prostration and worship coming from the depths of his blood. His remaining rationality told him that he had to aim his gun at the samurai-headed youth, but his body told him that he had to throw the gun away immediately!
This is an act of disrespect that is dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of times worse than patricide or matricide!
A majestic voice resounded, striking straight to the depths of one's soul.
"Death?" (Want to die?)