Into The Stomach

Seeing the disdain in Nangong Nuannuan's eyes, Kitano Satoshi sneered. "I can tell that this person beside you is quite skilled, right? I'm also aware that you're a good fighter. Therefore, if I've brought 20 ordinary fighters, they might not be able to do anything to you. However…"

Kitano Satoshi changed the topic and said, "The two men beside me are Rank-S mercenaries at an international level, and my uncle is the leader of the Wute Organization, Fujiwara I. Do you think you can escape Yamato alone?"

"Why not? Your uncle is far away. It's not like he gave you the entire Wute Organization."

"Oh, what about this, then?" The gangsters took out their guns and pointed them at Nangong Nuannuan.

"Young Master Kitano Satoshi, it's just a competition, and you were in the wrong first. Are you sure you want to kill me?"

"Hahahaha…" Kitano Satoshi was roaring uncontrollably in laughter.