Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

That night.

On the top floor of the Michikawa Group's headquarters building in Tokyo, the luxurious decorations appear bizarre under the ambiguous lights.

The third generation leader of the Michikawa Group, Yingting Hechuan, was lying comfortably on a massage bed. A pretty masseuse was stretching his body skillfully, and the air was filled with a faint scent of aromatherapy.

At this time, a younger brother hurried in, looking a little panicked but with a hint of flattery, and reported: "Boss, I just received accurate information that Lin Lang has been successfully killed by us!"

A sinister and vicious smile flashed across Yingting and Chuan's originally relaxed faces, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark suddenly showing its fangs.

But this smile was fleeting. Yingting and Chuan's eyes still showed their usual caution. They asked in a low voice: "Have you seen the body?"

The younger brother quickly replied: "Boss, the Mercedes Benz that Lin Lang was riding in was chased and intercepted by our people. It was beaten into a sieve, and finally lost control and fell into the lake and sank to the bottom of the lake."

"Moreover, at the moment when the Mercedes-Benz fell into the bottom of the lake, the brothers were still worried and launched a second round of fire coverage on it. The car is probably now almost turned into a honeycomb. There is absolutely no chance that Lin Lang will survive!"

After hearing this, Yingting and Chuan snorted coldly: "Well done, reward the brothers who participated in the assassination of Lin Lang."

"Yes, boss."

Just as the younger brother was about to turn around and leave, he seemed to remember something, paused, looked hesitant, and said weakly: "Boss, there is something I don't know whether I should tell you or not?"

Yingting Hechuan frowned impatiently and scolded: "Just say it if you have something to say, don't be so fucking hesitant!"

The younger brother shuddered and quickly replied, "The one who was shot and killed by us together with Lin Lang, in the same car was also the beautiful Xia country Shanghai businessman Chu Yiren, who seemed to be Lin Lang's girlfriend."

Yingting and Chuan were startled when they heard this. Their eyes suddenly widened. They grasped the edge of the massage bed tightly with both hands, leaned forward, and their voice became sharp due to excitement: "What?"

"What the hell did you just say?" Yingting and Chuan's faces were full of disbelief.

The younger brother was so frightened that he took a step back and repeated in a trembling voice: "The beautiful female tycoon Chu Yiren from the Xia Kingdom was in the same car with Lin Lang. She was shot dead by our people."

Yingting and Chuan were stunned for a few seconds, then they raised their heads and laughed wildly. The laughter echoed in the room, eerie and terrifying, as if it came from evil spirits in hell.

"Hahaha……"

Yingting and Chuan laughed wildly and said with a sinister look in their eyes: "It's really buy one get one free!"

"My grandfather was an ace fighter pilot of Sakura Country, but he was fucking killed by Chu Zhongguo, the third master of the Chu family, in a fierce air battle."

"I really didn't expect this!"

"This time, I assassinated Lin Lang to avenge my elder brother, but I accidentally killed the eldest princess of the Xia Kingdom Chu family, Chu Yiren!"

"Yoshi, what a pleasant surprise, haha..."

Yingting and Chuan's faces were filled with twisted pleasure and pride, like a crazy avenger, immersed in this unexpected "harvest".

At this time, Yingting Hechuan had no idea that the gears of fate had quietly turned, and a more deadly storm was sweeping towards him at an unimaginable speed, about to swallow him and his evil empire together.

After the younger brother who reported the news left.

The masseuse's hands slid across Yingting Hechuan's back. While massaging, she asked softly, "Hechuan-kun, I heard that your elder brother was seriously injured by Lin Lang in the UFC ring and is being treated in the intensive care unit of the hospital. Why didn't you go to visit him?"

This seemingly ordinary question is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Yingting and Chuan's originally comfortable expressions froze in an instant, and then a sneer full of sarcasm and indifference appeared at the corners of their mouths. There was not a trace of warmth that should exist between brothers in that smile, but instead it was filled with a deep chill.

Yingting and Chuan paused and spoke in a low and cold voice.

“Humph, I’ve long disliked my eldest brother. He relies on being the eldest son to suppress me in everything. Now Lin Lang has taken action and beat him into a cripple in the ring. This is simply the best thing for me.”

There was a gleam of greed and sinisterness in Yingting and Chuan's eyes, like trapped beasts whose minds were blinded by desire.

"The wealth and inheritance of the Yingting family should have been mine."

"Now, as my eldest brother is like what my eldest sister-in-law said, as Lin Lang has damaged his brain and turned him into a vegetable, never waking up, and completely turning him into a useless person who can only lie in bed and breathe, then all of this will naturally belong to me."

At this point, a twisted sense of satisfaction appeared on Yingting Hechuan's face, as if he had already seen a future in which he would own everything in the family.

Yingting Hechuan, who is blinded by greed, completely disregards brotherhood and ethical morals. It seems that this guy only cares about money and power.

After saying that, Yingting Hechuan turned over suddenly, hugged the beautiful masseuse roughly into his arms, and then started to touch her with his dirty hands.

The masseuse was obviously startled by this sudden action. Her eyes widened instantly, revealing fear and anxiety.

"Okawa-kun, what are you doing?"

The masseuse's voice trembled a little, and she tried hard to keep her tone calm.

Out of instinct, the masseuse began to struggle hard, putting her hands on Yingting Hechuan's chest, trying to distance herself from him.

"What do you think I want to do to you?" Yingting and Chuan greedily breathed in the fragrance of the masseuse's hair.

"Hechuan, I was only arranged to give you a massage. I can't provide any other services. Please respect yourself!"

The masseuse's eyes were full of determination and resistance. Although her heart was filled with fear, she still mustered up the courage to defend her bottom line in this small space under the ambiguous lighting.

Yingting Hechuan had no intention of letting go. There was a hint of displeasure on his face, as if he was surprised and annoyed by the masseuse's resistance.

"Snapped……"

A crisp and loud slap broke the tense and depressing atmosphere in the room.

Yingting and Chuan had ferocious looks on their faces, and they raised their hands and slapped the masseuse hard on the face.

The force was so great that a red palm print instantly appeared on the masseuse's fair cheek. The burning pain was like a piercing needle. Tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably and rolled down her terrified face.

"Hechuan, I have a husband and children, please let me go!"

Faced with the masseuse's crying, Yingting and Chuan did not pause at all and took out a pistol from under the massage bed.

"Click..."

The sound of cold metal colliding was particularly harsh in the silent room. Yingting and Chuan loaded the bullets and pointed the black muzzle directly at the shivering masseuse in front of them.

There was madness and distortion in Yingting and Chuan's eyes. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a creepy sneer. He spoke again, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Again, you only provide massage, no other services? Hmm?"

The masseuse's eyes were fixed on the dark muzzle of the gun, her body trembling violently and uncontrollably with fear, and every nerve was tightly gripped by this deadly threat.

"Uh... Okawa-kun, please don't scare me, wuwu..."

Yingting Hechuan seemed to enjoy her frightened look. He grabbed the masseuse's hair and pulled her face close to him, and shouted viciously: "I'll let you say it yourself, are you willing to serve me?"

The masseuse's psychological defenses collapsed in the face of endless fear. She answered with trembling lips and a sobbing voice filled with despair.

"Mr. He Chuan, I...I am willing to serve you."

"I will definitely serve you to your satisfaction tonight. Please forgive me, Mr. He Chuan." The masseuse had no choice but to obey.

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Yingting and Chuan's faces bloomed with an arrogant and complacent smile, which was a twisted pleasure that came from controlling the fate of others.

Yingting Hechuan threw the pistol aside, as if everything that had just happened was just a casual farce, and the dignity and resistance of the masseuse were nothing more than the thoughts of an ant that could be trampled on at will in his eyes.

Then, Yingting and Chuan threw the beautiful masseuse onto the massage bed...

The second half of the night when the moon was dark and windy.

The Tokyo Michikawa Group's headquarters building is like a giant beast lurking in the dark night. Two younger brothers in front of the building are standing guard out of boredom.

Suddenly, the power system of the entire building was maliciously destroyed by a mysterious force, and the building was instantly plunged into darkness. Only a few emergency lights emitted faint and swaying light, making the dead silence even more eerie.

Just as a younger brother raised his foot with a puzzled look on his face to check the situation, a black shadow flashed out from the darkness like a ghost.

Chu Yiren was seen wearing advanced night vision goggles, a tight bulletproof vest, and well-equipped for land combat. Various weapons were flashing cold lights in the darkness.

Chu Yiren's figure is agile and light, like a black widow in the dark night.

Before the two Daochuan group members who were responsible for keeping watch could react, Chu Yiren quickly raised the MK18 assault rifle in his hand. There were two muffled "bangs", and the KACQD flash hider and silencer perfectly concealed the sound of the gunfire.

The two younger brothers who were keeping watch outside the Daochuan Group building were shot in the head and fell to the ground before they could even make a sound. The light of life quickly faded from their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang appeared like a wolf, carrying a backpack of guns and ammunition on his back. He followed Chu Yiren's footsteps, holding two guns and intending to kill his way through the Daochuan Group's headquarters building.

The chaebol couple both wore black masks, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. The murderous intent in their eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the endless darkness.

Lin Lang and Chu Yiren walked side by side, like messengers of revenge returning from hell, exuding a terrifying aura.

When the two stepped into the Daochuan Group building, Lin Lang turned around and locked the door neatly. The sound of metal colliding echoed in the empty hall, as if sounding the death knell for the Daochuan Group.

Chu Yiren, holding an assault rifle, made a glance with Lin Lang and made a gesture to leave no one alive.

Miss Chu is filled with rage and is about to start a massacre in the Sakura Country.

At this moment, the killer couple officially started their journey of killing. Every step was taken with determination and ruthlessness as they walked towards the depths of this den of evil. Wherever they passed, the shadow of death quietly spread.

Immediately afterwards, a group of Daochuan Group members were seen holding flashlights and rushing downstairs to check the power system.

The leading member of the Daochuan Group saw two dark figures flashing by with the dim light of his flashlight, and he subconsciously shouted at the top of his voice, "Bakayaloo! Who dares to break into our Daochuan Group headquarters?"

However, as soon as the Daochuan group member finished speaking, flames spurted out of the PSS silent pistol in Lin Lang's hand, and a bullet accurately hit him between the eyebrows.

The body of the Daochuan group member who was shot lost support instantly, and like a puppet with its strings cut, he rolled down the stairs, making a dull and heart-pounding sound.

"idiot……"

Upon seeing this, several other members of the Daochuan Group were horrified and hurriedly reached for the guns at their waists, trying to fight a desperate battle.

In an instant, gunshots rang out in the narrow corridor, and bullets splashed sparks on the walls and railings.

Lin Lang and Chu Yiren stood back to back, their movements swift and precise. Their figures, illuminated by the gunfire, looked like evil spirits from hell.