The journey from the Yamamoto Group to the Jingguo Society was not far. After leaving the Yamamoto Group headquarters, Qin Fan and Hua Xiaotian simply followed the signs on foot.
"Master Hua, do you think the higher-ups in Japan will be able to sleep tonight?" Qin Fan asked casually, his hands clasped behind his back as they strolled along the crowded sidewalk.
Amidst the hurried passersby, no one would have guessed that these two men were the culprits who had just annihilated the entire Yamamoto Group, leaving no one alive. Even less could they imagine that from this moment on, the once-glorious Yamamoto Group was now nothing more than a pile of corpses.
"If we were dead, they could definitely sleep soundly! Master Qin, I don't care about those bastards in the Japanese government right now. What I want to know is if we can get out of Japan alive," Hua Xiaotian said worriedly, glancing sidelong at the enigmatic Qin Fan.
