Chen Xiu considered it seriously for a few seconds and said, "If there were nine fox spirits—blonde, huge-breasted, with animal ears, and a haughty loli—I'd consider it!"
"You, you, you!"
Li Qingyao was furious; her small chest heaved with each breath.
"Just kidding, I'm too busy to talk about serious matters, so I'm not going to say anything more."
After saying that, Chen Xiu hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, the location that Murong Shaobo had mentioned was already in sight.
"Murong Shaobo, hand over the murderer, or I will not only kill you, but also exterminate your entire Murong family!"
A middle-aged man dressed in samurai attire, holding a bloodstained katana, spoke with a fierce tone.
"snort!"
Murong Shaobo looked somewhat disheveled. He snorted coldly and said, "If Mr. Chen were here, would you islanders still dare to be so presumptuous?"
Behind him were several burly men, all wounded, clearly having just engaged in a fierce battle, but Murong Shaobo's side had lost.
As for Sakurajima, there were over a hundred samurai dressed in samurai attire and wielding samurai swords.
They were arrogant and swaggering.
Hahahaha!
Upon hearing Murong Shaobo's words, the warrior laughed arrogantly a few times.
Then, speaking in broken Chinese, he said, "If this Mr. Chen you speak of is truly so powerful, why doesn't he come and fight me? You must have used despicable means to kill Miyamoto Ichikawa and Miyamoto Jiro! Now, I'll give you twenty minutes to bring that Mr. Chen here to die! Otherwise, I'll chop off your head!!"
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