Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 83 Claim for Life!

The middle-aged man looked the passengers with disgust and contempt.

And that pride seemed to be born in his blood!

"Who are you? This is China, and you can't be presumptuous!" Suddenly, a strong man stood out and

narrowed his eyes at the middle-aged man.

China was his motherland. As a patriotic personage, he couldn't allow outlanders to insult his

motherland and compatriots!

The middle-aged eyes swept the crowd and finally stared at the strong man.

Middle-aged man stared at the Chinese coldly, which made him shudder all over!

The Chinese could perceive the sense of malevolence in the eyes of the middle-aged man! NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

The eyes were so as terrible as those of devils', making him unable to forget the rest of his life.

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly became the sharp light of a sword, sharp and fierce!

The temperature of the air around dropped sharply, and the air seemed to generate numerous swords,

making the strong man feel sting!

A second later, the middle-aged man suddenly made a move and hit toward that patriotic personage!

The crowd was astonished. The middle-aged man acted too fast! In a flash, he appeared in front of the

patriotic personage and kicked mercilessly in the chest of the Chinese!

The Chinese was immediately kicked over 30 meters away and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Instant, it shocked the people resent and the crowd was terrified.

Was he a human being!?

What a terrible man he was!

"Chinese..." The middle-aged man stretched out a hand to the Chinese lying on the ground and gave a

thumb-down!

The people at present were both surprised and angry and were furious at what the middle-aged man

did. But they dared not vent their anger at all!

Each of them felt a deep sense of powerlessness... they knew that that couldn't knock down this

middle-aged man!

This was not a simple man!

"See, Chinese are still as weak as ever... I don't know why Eijiro would be killed on this soil..." The

middle-aged man sighed.

"Leave your name and I will kill you one day!" The patriot spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to

his feet.

The middle-aged man stopped, turned his head, looked at the unsteady patriot, and said with disdain,

"Listen up, it is Shusaku. I wait for you."

Shusaku, the Lord of one sword style in Imperial Capital!

Two figures gradually disappeared in the airport door, leaving numerous people shocked.

***

In a mansion, a helper looked at Andreas, and said respectfully, "Sir, Shusaku has arrived China."

"Go and greet him," Andreas said lightly. "Even if it fails, it doesn't have anything to do with me. But I do

hope, this time, Shusaku can succeed."

Andreas's calm eyes flashed with a profound meaning. He had been waiting for this Japan's first

swordsman these days!

Compared with Eijiro, the famous man, Shusaku had long been a famous top swordsman with superb

swordsmanship. He was the only one who could get rid of the Sandoval family!

Andreas calmly walked out of the mansion with his hands on his back. He got into the black Mercedes,

and sped away in the distance...

Not long after Shusaku checked into the hotel, there was a knock on the door.

"Chinese people are really annoying." Shusaku's assistant was upset.

"Go open the door. We came to Chinese to investigate Eijiro's death. We didn't bring anyone else, so

we have to keep a low profile." There was a killing intent in Shusaku's eyes. If he took a lot of people

with him this time, he would have killed anyone he saw!

The door opened and a man in black appeared at the door. He bowed and said respectfully, "We are

from the Sandoval family. Mr. Andreas wants to greet Mr. Chiba."

"Not available now," the man spoke coldly with contempt in his eyes.

"Mr. Chiba is really proud, even if I bring news of his master, he doesn't want see me." Suddenly, a

voice spread from the corridor and passed into the ears of Shusaku.

Shusaku's expressions suddenly changed. He walked quickly to the door and saw Andreas leaning

against the wall of the hallway, smoking a Cuban cigar leisurely.

"Who the hell are you? What happened to Eijiro?" Shusaku stepped out of the room, and in a flash, he

was in front of Andreas. With a hand on Andreas's throat, Shusaku barked.

Shusaku was emitting a powerful aura. His fierce eyes were staring at Andreas, like an invisible blade,

trying to see through Andreas!

Andreas's assistant was shivering. Shusaku was like a sword, extremely sharp! And it was a

bloodthirsty sword! He must have slaughtered numerous lives. What a vicious man!

Shusaku stared at Andreas, but Andreas didn't panic. Shusaku didn't bother him at all.

Shusaku pinched his throat. He was seen through by Andreas that he was just scaring him, not wanting

to hurt him.

He had information on Eijiro. How could Shusaku really hurt him?

Andreas was very calm. He slowly puffed smoke in Shusaku's face and said softly, "Shusaku, is this

how Japanese treats his guests I come to help you, but you are being very rude."

Shusaku dropped his hand and asked in a heavy tone, "You'd better say it quickly, or else..." A trace of

ferocity flashed across Shusaku eyes.

"I'm here to help you and I'm supposed to be your guest. You can't threaten me," Andreas smiled

faintly, stepped on his shoes and made his way to the private room.

Inside the room, Shusaku looked cold and spoke not fluently, "You mean... Some rich family killed Eijiro

on purpose?"

"That's true," Andreas sighed. "Eijiro and I are very close friends, and the same night I was hosting him

in Ocean City, I got news that he had been killed."

"Why did Eijiro come here when he didn't like Chinese?" Shusaku frowned and felt puzzled.

"There is something hidden in the dark," Andreas said. "The one who killed Eijiro was the Sandoval

family in the Ocean City, who owns the development rights to the port and airport, and if they are built,

the Sandoval family will own most of the ports and airports in Ocean City, and they can do whatever

they want with the ports and airports. Eijiro came here for the same reason," Andreas said. "He was

supposed to negotiate with the Sandoval family, but the Sandoval family attacked him and killed him."

"The Sandoval family..." Shusaku's eyes were cold. He clenched his fists in anger.

"Give me the address. I will meet them tonight!" Shusaku said.

"Good." Andreas was happy to hear that. And he couldn't hide the happiness in his heart.

"Rewards will be given to you if this matter is settled," Shusaku solemnly said.

Andreas waved his hand and smiled faintly. "I just can't stand the unfair deed. I hope you will succeed!"

"To deal with a rich Chinese family is like a piece of cake!" Shusaku said disdainfully and proudly.

He was the first swordsman in Japan, the Lord of Imperial Capital, the supreme master of the

swordsman! Everyone would worship him!

He had seldom been defeated in his life, and expected that someone would come to defeat him!

Chiba Dojo was carried forward by him. And here in China, a place ravaged by war, was not what he

would care.

He didn't even care about the whole of China, not to mention a family of Ocean City, which was like a

mole for him!

***

The deep night was coming.

A silver moon shone its light on the earth, as if to cover it with a layer of silver.

A dark car, as if to blend into the boundless deep darkness, was quietly driving on the road.

Finally, it stopped at the gate of a mansion.

The door opened and a figure walked toward the front door without any fear.

He walked over fair and square, carrying a bloodthirsty sword. The moon light shone on the sword and

reflected a touch of terrible cold light!

Shusaku looked at the lit mansion not far away with murderous intent in his eyes!

According to Mr. Andreas, it was the son-in-law of the Sandoval family who killed Eijiro.

"Who are you? Speak out your name!" snapped a bodyguard on duty at Shusaku.

All of a sudden, the sword light flickered, and then, the bodyguard eyes widened because he couldn't

make a sound!

A blood mark appeared on the bodyguard's throat, and scarlet blood splashed out!

Immediately, the bodyguard fell to the ground, lying in a pool of blood.

Shusaku was on tiptoe, holding a sword, and rushed toward the mansion!

The darkness seemed to be devouring him. He held the sword in his hand, slaughtering everyone he

saw all the way, as if he had returned from hell.

He was going to avenge Eijiro's death!