บท 979: Nice Ninjutsu, Iga?

'Lord Hatoyama' did not turn around. His eagle-like gaze swept across the Golden Soup Security Guards. "If you don't want to die, get lost immediately!"

Arthur looked down at his brother's injuries. His intestines were bleeding and blood was gushing out. He was hopeless.

This person was called Ah Le, a Siamese. He had been with him for more than ten years and had experienced countless life-and-death situations together.

He did not expect that he would not die on the battlefield, but at the hands of a d*mn Japanese midget.

The anger in his heart was burning.

"Leave him to me."

At this time, Ye Feng's voice suddenly came from behind.

To the members of the Sirius Assassin Alliance, this voice was like the sound of nature.

They suddenly thought of Ye Feng's heaven-defying medical skills. They might be able to give it a try.