The Yamamoto Yu’s villa was almost thrown into chaos.
A black car parked outside the villa gate suddenly self-destructed, scaring the black-clad n at the gate so badly they scrambled away and quickly ran inside to report.
Miyata led a team out first.
The car that self-destructed had caught fire, with flas and thick black smoke shooting into the sky, shrouding the villa entrance in a murky, apocalyptic haze.
The air was thick with the stench of gasoline.
Who the hell did this?!
To dare cause such a commotion in front of Mr. Yamamoto’s residence—clearly, they’ve got a death wish!
As Miyata was fuming with rage, a black-clad subordinate approached and reported, "Mr. Miyata, we’ve already called the fire departnt. Firefighters will arrive shortly."
"Are you out of your damn mind?!" Miyata slapped the subordinate hard across the face as soon as he heard, "How could you involve the governnt in this?"
It was either soone using a car bombing as a threat, or soone seeking revenge and provoking them. Regardless of the motive, it was strictly a matter of the underworld and must never involve the governnt! Otherwise, the Yamamoto Group’s countless cris of murder and robbery would be fully exposed!
The subordinate’s cheek burned from the slap, and he quickly slunk away, embarrassed: "I’ll go right now and say it was a false alarm, that the fire report was a mistake."
Miyata pointed to the car that was about to be charred black in front of him. "Put out the fire imdiately and get rid of that car!"
A group of black-clad n took the order and were about to extinguish the fire with fire extinguishers when, suddenly, a rumbling noise erupted from the front.
Everyone turned to look and saw a heavy truck hurtling toward the villa gates at an alarming speed!
Miyata and his n scrambled to dodge to the sides.
"Move! Move! My truck doesn’t have eyes!"
Xi Nanfeng shouted arrogantly, slamming the gas pedal to the floor and driving the heavy truck roaring past Miyata Ichiro.
Two of his n leaned out and fired repeatedly at the black-clad guards outside the truck as they passed.
Caught completely off guard, the black-clad n had no ti to draw their guns and fell one after another.
Seeing his n being taken down so easily, Miyata Ichiro was so furious he nearly exploded with rage. "Shoot! Shoot them now!" he shouted sharply, pulling out his own handgun and firing nonstop at the heavy truck.
The heavy truck sped away, bullets ricocheting harmlessly off its steel-plated body.
As the truck charged directly toward the main residence, Miyata Ichiro’s expression changed dramatically. Panicking, he shouted orders, "Chase them! Don’t let them get away!"
A group of n chased after the massive truck, running toward the villa.
Another group, alerted by the commotion ahead, assembled quickly. When they saw the heavy truck suddenly storm in, they were stunned and imdiately drew their guns, aiming at Xi Nanfeng.
Xi Nanfeng deftly turned the steering wheel, maneuvering the truck left and right, crashing into fountains, flower pots, and tables scattered across the courtyard. Chaos was left in his wake.
"Let’s give them so excitent!"
Xi Nanfeng laughed wildly as he spoke to his two n.
The n caught on instantly, pulling out smoke grenades and tossing them at the black-clad guards.
White smoke erupted, engulfing the guards in a thick fog. Tears stread from their eyes as they struggled to aim, plunging everything into utter chaos.
This was exactly the effect Xi Nanfeng wanted.
He wasn’t in any rush, driving the heavy truck through the courtyard recklessly, turning the once pristine and elegant garden into sothing that resembled a landfill.
When Yamamoto Yu appeared, he saw his most beloved flowers and plants being crushed rcilessly under the truck’s wheels. Furious, he pounded his cane heavily against the ground over and over again!
"Catch him! Catch him now!"
Xi Nanfeng shouted arrogantly, "Co on, co on, try and catch if you’ve got the guts! Today, I’m leveling this damned nest of yours!"
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