However, only two seconds later, Furukawa closed his eyes.
Meanwhile, in Japan, in an old house that covered an area of more than ten thousand square meters, a gaunt old man suddenly opened his eyes.
"Furukawa Fukuda is dead!" The old man said flatly.
In the corner of the empty room, a dark figure flashed by, it was not easy to be seen. After less than five minutes, the sound of creaking wooden boards came from the outside. A middle-aged man with a solemn face came in with two men.
"Great Master Zhong Xiao, is my son Furukawa dead?" A middle-aged man came in and asked the old man anxiously after bowing deeply.
The old man said expressionlessly, "He was murdered!"
"Master, do you know who killed him? How dare that person kill my son, I'll let him live a life worse than d
