Lin Fan flicked the broken sword in his hand, sending a stream of blood splattering against the wall, as if writing a large "kill" character.

The Queen jumped into the corridor with a calm expression, unfazed by the scene before her. As the only woman who accompanied Lin Fan to create the "Third World War," she knew well the terrifying aspects of Lin Fan!

Lin Fan gazed intensely at the door in front of him and whispered, "Be careful when you charge in later."

"Don't worry, with you here, I'm at ease." The Queen gave a knowing smile.

Lin Fan nodded. They were breaking into a B-K assassin organization branch; this wasn't a movie, and they couldn't afford the slightest distraction.

Lin Fan tucked the broken sword at his waist and gently pushed the door open a crack, cautiously peering inside. There stood two rows of burly men dressed in black!

On the left were white and black men, as strong as Barbarian Bulls, each with chilly eyes and faces devoid of any expression, clearly killing machines!

On the right stood a row of ninjas with samurai swords at their waists!

Directly ahead, five assassins stood cautiously in front of an office door; it seemed the second-in-command of the B-K assassin organization was in that room!

"Ninjas again? What the hell are those Little Devils trying to do?" Lin Fan frowned deeply.

Ever since Su Yanyu's incident, Lin Fan had been very sensitive to ninjas, always feeling a massive conspiracy was slowly taking shape!

Lin Fan didn't hesitate, pulling a flashbang from his bosom, pulled the pin, and tossed it through the door crack!

Pop~

A sharp sound instantly rang out!

The power of the flashbang was imaginable; close contact could practically blind a person. The assassins and ninjas inside were not spared, all clutching their eyes and screaming miserably!

Lin Fan gestured to the Queen, signaling her to follow him, kicked the door open, pulled out the Desert Eagle, and charged in, pulling the trigger for a barrage of shots!

Ratatat~ ratatat~

The piercing gunfire echoed through the room, becoming the only main theme, the muzzle spewing flames wildly!

In Lin Fan's hands, the Desert Eagle seemed to have a life of its own, missing no shots, each bullet piercing through a person's skull. When the magazine emptied, Lin Fan quickly changed to a new one, exhibiting the Desert Eagle's submachine gun-like power!

In just a moment, the dozen or so assassins and ninjas were all lying in pools of blood, none left standing!

The gunshots alerted those inside the office; a group immediately burst out the door.

A few assassins and ninjas surrounded two people protectively in the middle, one of them an East Asian man, and the other was the second-in-command of the B-K assassin organization!

The blond Jack saw the scene before him and couldn't believe his eyes—someone dared to break into the B-K assassin organization's branch and kill so many under such heavy guard; it was like seeing a ghost!

"Jack, long time no see." Seeing Jack, Lin Fan's eyes immediately revealed a cold gleam. This was one of the B-K assassin organization members who had escaped years ago!

"You... you're the Tyrant!" Jack trembled when he saw Lin Fan's face clearly.

"That's right, it's me. Let's settle the old score from years ago. I represent the Death God, here to claim your life." Lin Fan chuckled coldly.

Having witnessed Lin Fan's terrifying side, the bloody scene from back then flashed through Jack's mind, frightening him into retreating repeatedly. If not for those behind him supporting him, he would have surely fallen to the floor in fear!

Reputation precedes him, and just hearing his name sends chills down one's spine!

"Kill! Mr. Sato, kill him!" Jack urgently shouted to the East Asian man beside him.

Sato glanced at the killed ninjas, chillingly saying, "Tyrant, I intended to let you live a few more days. Since you came knocking, I'll send you to your death."

"Many have told me the word 'death,' but unfortunately, they all died in the end. You won't be an exception either!" Lin Fan smiled coldly.

A cold killing intent flickered rapidly in Sato's eyes as he hissed, "Take him out!"

"Yes!"

The ninjas all shouted in unison, drawing their samurai swords and rushing towards Lin Fan like a pack of vicious wolves!

The B-K assassins immediately pulled out their pistols, ready to fire a barrage at Lin Fan. Unfortunately, the Queen didn't give them a chance to shoot, swiftly taking them down with the Desert Eagle!

Lin Fan calmly eyed the oncoming ninjas, a cruel, cold smile forming at the corner of his mouth: "Kill one, it's one; kill two, it's a pair. The more that come, the happier I'll kill!"

Shing~

The moment he finished speaking, a piercing wind noise immediately arose!

Lin Fan exerted force with both feet, like an arrow from a bowstring, dashing forward swiftly.

Holding the broken sword, Lin Fan slashed horizontally mid-air. The samurai sword raised by the foremost ninja hadn't yet come down when Lin Fan's broken sword already glided across his throat!

Then, Lin Fan kicked this ninja away, using him as a shield to hurl towards the remaining ninjas!

These ninjas possessed a samurai spirit, never harming their own comrades, hurriedly stumbling to dodge, while Lin Fan seized the moment, quickly reaching the remaining ninjas, extending an arm, and thrusting the broken sword through one's heart.

"Baka! Die!"

Seeing Lin Fan dispatch two of their comrades in the blink of an eye, the other ninjas, eyes filled with bloodlust, surrounded Lin Fan in a circle, swinging their swords towards his head.

Four samurai swords blocked Lin Fan's sides, moving fast and ruthlessly. No matter where Lin Fan dodged, he had to fend off at least one samurai sword. If he did so, the remaining three would immediately exact a toll on him!

Undeniably, this move was cunningly lethal, thoroughly trapping Lin Fan!

However, Lin Fan didn't even flinch. He didn't even intend to dodge, slashing upward with his sword!

Clang clang clang clang~

The four samurai swords struck hard against Lin Fan's broken sword, sparking fiercely.

"Die!"

The four ninjas coldly shouted, instantly pouring power into the samurai swords, pressing down, trying to force Lin Fan to the ground. If they could restrain him, they would have ample time to kill him!

Alas, the expectation was bold, but reality was merciless!

"If this could kill me, I wouldn't be fit to be the Tyrant!"

Lin Fan smiled peacefully, injecting Powerful Qi into his arm, blue veins bulging like coiling snakes. Gripping the broken sword, he forcefully flicked it.

The four ninjas felt as if hit by a train, their arms aching and the web between thumb and forefinger split open, bleeding, while their samurai swords were forcibly sent flying by Lin Fan.

"Sword Sweeps Away the Leaves!"

A fierce cry from Lin Fan resounded!

He swiftly spun on the spot, the broken sword gleaming under the light, slashing a full circle with the rhythm of his rotation. Lin Fan was so fast that when he stopped, a circle of silver sword shadows lingered around him!

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