บท 1675: Swiftly Martyred Chief Chris

As soon as he said that, Shiro Yashida lunged at Shredder in the silver samurai armor.

A dark expression on his face, Shredder watched as the two blades swung like a tornado and cut apart all the Experimentals blocking the way. He retreated into the courtyard.

But Yashida was very fast and caught up in an instant. Tossing the two large katanas aside, he grabbed Shredder by the arms and lifted him into the air.

"Got you." Shiro Yashida's voice was full of surprise, delight, and anticipation.

Shredder's expression didn't change as he looked at Yashida coldly.

Two buckles popped out from the arms of the samurai armor to secure Shredder's arms together. Two drills stretched out of the arms of the armor toward Shredder's wrists.

He smiled smugly. "Shredder, your true blood is mine."

Shredder sneered. "Really?"