Chapter 798: Chapter 798: A Dragon Has Its Reverse Scale, a Tyrant Has His Majesty

The private room fell into silence, with only the terrified heartbeats of Sato Muzai and Mitsubishi Jirō pounding away!

Faced with the Tyrant’s might, at this moment, both men were terrified!

However, Lin Fan looked relaxed, not the slightest bit tense. He casually lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, so leisurely that anyone unaware of the situation would have thought the boss was reprimanding two underlings!

Besides, Lin Fan’s aura indeed reflected the image of a boss!

"What’s the matter? Where’s that arrogance and insolence from a moment ago? Come on! Show it to me!" Lin Fan glanced at the two men and said calmly.

At this moment, Mitsubishi Jirō spoke: "Tyrant, I admit you’re strong, but don’t forget, this is Tokyo, not your territory!"

"So what?" Lin Fan replied calmly.

This one sentence left Mitsubishi Jirō speechless, indeed! So what?

Could he try to suppress Lin Fan by bringing up the Mitsubishi Conglomerate? Lin Fan probably wouldn’t even care!

Or he could threaten him, claiming to be a super Saiyan, and if provoked, he would eliminate Lin Fan?

Mitsubishi Jirō could sense that if he really said that, his death might come even sooner!

"Mr. Tyrant! We have no grudges, why go after us?" Sato Muzai said coldly.

"Sorry! Someone paid me to resolve a conflict, and I’m just doing my job. Please understand my situation, thank you for cooperating!" Lin Fan’s lips curled into a sinister smile, laughing continuously!

Hearing this, Sato Muzai’s expression turned somber. Despite having countless enemies in his life, for someone capable of hiring the Tyrant, especially within East Asia, Sato Muzai immediately guessed who hired Lin Fan!

"Yamamoto Sonoda, is it Yamamoto Sonoda?"

Sato Muzai roared this question!

"Very good! You’re smart!" Lin Fan did not deny it, as he never had the habit of hiding the truth from a dying person!

Lin Fan had his own principles. When killing, he wanted the dead to die understandingly, doesn’t that elevate one’s status?

At least, that’s what Lin Fan believed!

"Bastard! Bastard!"

Sato Muzai cursed repeatedly, then looked at Lin Fan and said, "Mr. Tyrant, how much did he pay you? I’ll pay double, no... ten times the reward, please let go of this mission!"

"Ten times? Haha! Truly tempting, but unfortunately... I also have professional ethics, and besides, didn’t this Mr. Mitsubishi say he’d bleed me dry, strip my tendons, and peel my skin? Even if I abandon this mission, this Mr. Mitsubishi will probably seek a life-and-death struggle with me afterward, right?"

"I’m sorry, but I have a habit of never leaving people who pose a danger to me alive. ’If you don’t eliminate the root, it will grow back with the spring breeze,’ haven’t you heard this Huaxia saying?" Lin Fan said with a playful smile.

"What do you want to do?" Mitsubishi Jirō shouted.

"Simple!"

Lin Fan snapped his fingers and then pointed at the dagger on the table, sneering, "Pick up that dagger, let me see how you’ll make my life worse than death!"

"Tyrant! You’re going too far!" Mitsubishi Jirō roared angrily.

"Yes! I’m going too far, what can you do about it? Not convinced? Fine! Pick up the dagger and try to kill me!"

Lin Fan’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and his tone suddenly turned ice-cold!

Seeing Mitsubishi Jirō’s hands clench into tight fists, anger burned like a raging fire in his heart. Ever since he became the second in command of the Mitsubishi Conglomerate, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Mitsubishi Jirō finally couldn’t hold back anymore. With a roar, he took two steps forward to the table, grabbed the dagger, and frantically stabbed towards Lin Fan!

Ssshhh~

The dagger tore through the air, its sharp blade reflecting the cold light under the lamp, aimed at Lin Fan’s throat!

However, as the dagger got closer, Lin Fan showed no reaction, instead calmly took a deep drag from the cigarette between his two fingers and expertly blew out two smoke rings!

The dagger flashed by, and in an instant, the sharp blade was close to Lin Fan’s throat!

Mitsubishi Jirō watched as he was about to deliver a fatal blow to Lin Fan, feeling thrilled and laughing repeatedly: what of the Tyrant? In the end, didn’t he also die by my hands?

Yet, Mitsubishi Jirō’s excitement only lasted for a few seconds before he realized his arm was like it had been immobilized, unable to move an inch!

Because at the critical moment, Lin Fan’s arm moved like lightning, grabbing his wrist!

"How is this possible?"

Mitsubishi Jirō’s face was filled with shock!

Lin Fan’s speed was so fast, even she couldn’t see it clearly!

"Break!"

Lin Fan coldly uttered a word!

Then Lin Fan exerted force on his wrist and quickly made a twist!

A crisp "crack" sound rang out immediately, accompanied by Mitsubishi Jirō’s blood-curdling scream!

His wrist was mercilessly broken by Lin Fan, with the white bone piercing through the skin, hideously exposed to the air, looking extremely cruel!

And that was not the end. Lin Fan lifted his leg and kicked Mitsubishi Jirō away, then in two quick steps caught up, grabbing Mitsubishi Jirō’s other arm and breaking it forcefully again!

Crack~

Ow ow~

At this moment, both of Mitsubishi Jirō’s arms were broken by Lin Fan, the piercing pain made him tremble uncontrollably, like being electrocuted, with large beads of sweat covering his forehead!

Lin Fan looked down at Mitsubishi Jirō, sneering coldly, "Still wanna bleed me? Strip my tendons? Scared of my skin now?"

Mitsubishi Jirō was in such pain that he couldn’t muster the strength to speak, only his head shaking like a bell!

Lin Fan sneered, "Remember, a dragon has its reverse scale, a Tyrant has its majesty, not to be offended, offend and you die!"

As he finished, Lin Fan reached out again, his hand gripping the top of Mitsubishi Jirō’s head, fingers curling, then suddenly exerting force!

Crack, crack, crack~

A crisp sound of cracking came from inside Mitsubishi Jirō’s head, like the sound of shattering glass, soon blood oozed from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, his head tilted, breath utterly ceased!

However, after killing, Lin Fan showed no adverse reaction, wiped the blood on his hands with a tissue, then turned to look at Sato Muzai!

"It’s your turn! Tell me, how should I kill you?"

Lin Fan’s lips curved into a brutal arc, sneering as he spoke.