Yamamoto's death caused Matsui Ichiro to completely lose his last support and luck.
His heart was filled with terror and unwillingness.
At the same time, he realized that there might realmente be demonic characters in this world.
Even the Sunset Samurai were trembling with fear and dared not take a step forward.
Yamamoto's corpse lay on the ground like sludge, as if it were telling Matsui Ichiro, if you still want to resist, your fate will be the same as his.
"You, you aren't afraid that I'll kill Mai Jiacheng and Mo Rusong?" Matsui Ichiro completely lost his previous composure, his eyes were blood-red, his voice turned into desperate shouting.
Medical skills are defeated.
Martial arts are defeated.
Now, he could only use Mai Jiacheng and Mo Rusong as hostages.
But these little tricks were nothing but child's play in front of Ye Guichen.
"Matsui Ichiro, you seem to have forgotten, you are in my hands yourself, what do you have to threaten me?"
