Seeing this…
Matsushima No Suke was instantly filled with terror.
The imprint had appeared, and as long as Bai Zihe had the stamina, breaking through the door was only a matter of time!
As if his throat were being choked by a rope, Matsushima No Suke felt the urgency between life and death, dialing the phone again and again.
No signal.
No signal.
No signal.
...
"Baka!"
Matsushima No Suke cursed angrily, wishing he could smash his mobile phone on the spot.
Of course, this was just a fit of temper.
If he really smashed the phone, he would be in a situation with no chance of survival, with no possibility of turning things around.
"Your Majesty the Emperor!"
"Please, let me get through!"
At this moment, Matsushima Kaede could only place his hope on this mobile phone.
"Beep—"
"Beep, beep beep—"
Just then, the phone finally emitted the long-awaited dialing sound.
"Pick up quickly!"
"Answer the phone quickly!"
"Please, answer the phone..."
Matsushima No Suke grasped the last straw of hope, and infinite anticipation surged on his face.
He held the phone with both hands, kneeling there, his eyes not leaving the phone screen for half a second, not even daring to blink.
"God!"
"Jesus!"
"Buddha!"
"Bodhisattva!"
"Odin..."
"Jade Emperor..."
"Save me, I don't want to die..."
At this moment, countless deities flashed through Matsushima No Suke's mind, and he mentally recited all the gods from around the world.
He just hoped that one of them would appear and he would be saved.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The sound of smashing the door continued.
"Beep!"
"Beep!"
The sound of the phone also continued.
Matsushima No Suke was as anxious as a log on a bonfire, but he was helpless, only able to hope and pray.
"Did you get through?"
Just then, a voice came from the other side.
The call went through!
Matsushima No Suke was overjoyed. The call went through, he was saved!
"Yes, Bai Zihe is attacking!"
"Quick..."
Matsushima No Suke immediately explained the situation.
"Rumble!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a loud bang was heard, and the door was smashed open.
And on the phone screen, it showed… searching for signal!
Immediately.
A figure walked in, staring at him with a smile that was not a smile.
It was Bai Zihe.
"Your turtle shell..."
"It seems to be nothing more than that, easily broken."
Bai Zihe looked disdainful, his killing intent chilling: "Matsushima No Suke, now that the shell is broken, you should hand over your head!"
As the words fell.
He punched towards Matsushima No Suke's head.
Matsushima No Suke's hair stood on end.
In the face of life and death, he dodged the punch with a clumsy roll, but his entire body was soaked with cold sweat.
If he had been a tenth of a second slower, he would have said goodbye to this world.
"Let's see how many times you can dodge."
Bai Zihe narrowed his eyes slightly, becoming a little more serious.
Matsushima No Suke faced a formidable enemy, staring intently at Bai Zihe, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
Even.
His gaze swept towards the door behind Bai Zihe, and he even had the idea of escaping from there.
But the next moment.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of him, like a ghost, like a dragon, like a demon, caught off guard!
"Bang!"
Bai Zihe threw a punch, hitting Matsushima No Suke directly in the chest.
"Bang!"
"Pfft..."
"Splash..."
"Ahhhhh—"
Various sounds intertwined instantly, forming a tragic melody that was unbearable to hear.
Matsushima No Suke's chest exploded, and his body slammed against the alloy wall behind him, breaking countless bones.
He fell to the ground, his head tilted, and died.
"Hello, hello, hello—"
The mobile phone, which Matsushima No Suke had been holding tightly, was still intact. Bai Zihe could even hear the anxious urging from the other side.
He bent down, picked up the phone, glanced at the contact name, and said indifferently: "You don't need to say 'hello' anymore. All the Japanese here are dead, not a single one left."
After saying that.
He threw the phone to the ground with a "smash," shattering it into pieces.
The commotion in the "Fengqing Street" was considerable.
When Bai Zihe was exchanging punches with Matsushima No Suke outside, the sound traveled far.
Yue Rushuang knew that a battle was taking place inside. She ordered a hundred excavators to wait outside, while she herself led the elites of Xuan Tian Pavilion to come in, ready to support Bai Zihe.
The Japanese warriors responsible for guarding had already been slaughtered by Bai Zihe.
Therefore, Yue Rushuang entered very smoothly.
When Bai Zihe came out of the alloy house, he happened to see her approaching.
"Fifth Senior Sister, all the Japanese are dead."
Bai Zihe said directly: "Tell those excavator drivers to get to work and demolish this Japanese-style street!"
Yue Rushuang naturally complied.
With a single command from her, all the excavators moved.
"Also."
Bai Zihe pointed at the corpses of the Japanese, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light: "Cut off all their heads and take them to the Martyrs' Mausoleum on Liuren Mountain."
"They died fighting the Japanese back then..."
"Now, let these Japanese heads comfort their departed souls!"