Miyamoto Musashi held the remote control, looked at Chu Fan sarcastically, and said:
"Chu Fan, I have been running this factory for more than 20 years, how could I not have a trump card? As the best agent of Xiaohe Country,
I am always prepared to be exposed. If you want to destroy us today, then we will die together! As long as I press the remote control, the entire factory will be reduced to ashes,"
Chu Fan frowned. He was confident that the sword could be drawn faster than Miyamoto Musashi could press the remote control. However, he did not draw the sword rashly before confirming whether Miyamoto Musashi had any other backup plans.
After all, there are still three thousand Truman disciples and more than three hundred masters from the Dongfang family in the factory.
Chu Fan said coldly:
"What do you want?"
Miyamoto Musashi shouted:
"Chu Fan, order your people to leave here and prepare a car for me, otherwise I will just press the button and everyone will die together!"
However, Chu Fan sarcastically said:
"If Miyamoto Musashi remembers correctly, you are not only the great Tennin of Xiaowa country, but also the best swordsman in Xiaowa country. And I am good at using swords. Do you dare to have a decisive battle?
Let's see which one is faster: your sword or mine! "
Miyamoto Musashi was slightly moved. He was indeed the number one swordsman in Xiaohe Kingdom. As a swordsman, he was moved by Chu Fan's request.
But the first thing he thought about was the country, and he could not ruin national affairs for his own selfish reasons. This factory contained a lot of information about Xiaohe and Sam.
He couldn't give it up to Chu Fan.
After making up his mind, Miyamoto Musashi shouted:
"Chu Fan, if you want to duel with me, wait until the next life! I only give you one minute to notify your people to leave, otherwise you know the consequences!"
"You really don't want to fight me like a man?"
Chu Fan asked.
"Don't even think about it! You only have one minute!"
Miyamoto Musashi was not affected at all.
At this moment, Chu Fan concluded that Miyamoto Musashi only had one trump card: blowing up the factory. If he had another trump card, he would choose a decisive battle with Chu Fan.
Immediately, Chu Fan said coldly:
"Then you go to hell!"
As he spoke, Chu Fan injected profound energy into the blade of the sword. As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword and slashed!
Seeing this, Miyamoto Musashi felt nervous and immediately pressed the explosive device.
However, his hand speed was not as fast as Chu Fan's sword energy.
Whoosh!
Miyamoto Musashi's wrist was cut off directly. At the same time, Chu Fan appeared next to the remote control with an arrow step and chopped the remote control into pieces with a sword.
After Miyamoto Musashi lost his trump card, he lost all hope and knew that the end was over, but he refused to accept it and shouted angrily:
"Chu Fan, I want to duel with you!"
"Okay, if you lose your right arm, then I will give you a right arm too!"
Chu Fan holds his right hand behind his back and holds the sword in his left hand. With his slender figure, cold and handsome face, and cold and stern eyes, if he were to put on an ancient costume,
A real swordsman.
Miyamoto Musashi stood up, with murderous intent on his face. He pulled out a long knife from his waist,
"kill!"
Miyamoto Musashi roared angrily, clenched his sword, and rushed towards Chu Fan.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen Miyamoto Musashi appeared all around, all of them were afterimages. If ordinary people really couldn't tell which one was the real person,
Chu Fan was secretly shocked. On Earth, a place with a backward martial arts civilization, Miyamoto Musashi could still display such a powerful sword technique. He must be said to be a talent.
However, he met Chu Fan.
Chu Fan raised his head. Miyamoto Musashi's figure fell from the sky and struck Chu Fan's head with a knife.
Just, the next moment!
Chu Fan turned sideways slightly, dodged the sword, and then wiped Miyamoto Musashi's neck with the sword.
"I, Miyamoto Musashi, will be worthy of my country in this life!"
After Miyamoto Musashi knelt on the ground and said these words, he died completely.
Chu Fan glanced at him indifferently, and then chopped off his head with a sword.
Immediately, Chu Fan walked out of the conference room and came to the factory area.
At this time, there were still a thousand Little Japan agents and Sakura Club assassins standing back to back, surrounded by three thousand Truman disciples and more than three hundred masters of the Dongfang family.
Seeing this scene, Chu Fan's face turned cold, he pulled out his long sword and said sternly:
"In the name of Truman, we are going on a killing spree!"
"Leave no one behind!"
After saying that, he turned into an afterimage with his sword and rushed over.
The Truman disciples and masters from the Dongfang family also rushed over.
No one has any compassion for the people of Xiaohe.
In less than a minute, all the remaining agents and killers of Xiaohe Kingdom were dead!
At this time, Qin Shaocong led hundreds of native dogs from Xiaohe and asked:
"Master, what should I do with these little local dogs!"
Chu Fan waved his hands and said with a look of disgust:
"Kill it!"
Half an hour later, after counting all the corpses, Xiao Liuyun and Yang Zhen walked up to Chu Fan and said:
"Sect Master, a total of more than 3,800 Xiaohe country killers, agents and more than a hundred Sam country agents are all dead, and not a single one escaped."
"Except for three hundred of our Truman and Dongfang family's masters who were seriously injured and more than a thousand who were slightly injured, not a single one of us was killed in battle!"
"The martial arts skills taught to them by the sect master are really practical. The moves are simple, but the moves are deadly!"
Chu Fan nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Very good, clean up the entire factory area and erase all traces!"
After Yang Zhen and Xiao Liuyun left, Dongfang Qingyu came over with a smile and said:
"Master Chu Clan, today is really fun. I have long wanted to kill the people of Xiaohe Kingdom. Today I killed more than 300 masters by myself!"
Chu Fan smiled and said:
"I estimate that the senior officials of the Sakura Club will be furious and will definitely arrange for killers to come over. Are you interested in going to the Sakura Club headquarters then?"
Dongfang Qingyu's eyes lit up instantly,
"I wish I could, but I have been restricted from going to Xiaohe Country!"
Chu Fan waved his hand and said with a smile:
"This is not easy. As long as Emperor Qing wants to go, I will have a way to make you appear on the land of Xiaohe Country with great arrogance!"
"That's great, I've long wanted to burn their shrine again!"
Dongfang Qingyu was overjoyed.
Two hours later, Xiao Liuyun and Yang Zhen came over,
"Report to the sect master that all traces have been cleaned up, and deputy sect master Xiao has also done some tricks. If anyone comes to investigate, they will think that it is a dog-eat-dog fight between the Sam Kingdom and the Xiaohe Kingdom."
Chu Fan nodded,
At this time, Han Yu ran over holding a computer and a briefcase and said:
"Master, the host computer is full of information about our country, China, and the country of Xiaohe, Sam. How to deal with it!"
Chu Fan said:
"Put it in Truman Headquarters first, and then hand it over to Mr. Su Yunfei when he comes to Tianzhou in a few days!"
After speaking, he looked at everyone, waved his hands, and said:
"Thank you for your hard work, let's go! Go home!"
Immediately, everyone was about to get in the car and return to Truman's headquarters.
At this moment, Chu Fan suddenly frowned and said coldly:
"No, there are still people in the factory!"
