Then he discovered that these five bastards were unexpectedly tough and strong.
Totally fucking different from what his underlings reported earlier.
These five switched places, firing at each other from cover behind trash bins, concrete stairs, vehicles, and so on. Not only was their shooting impressive, but they also had a keen intuition, slipping away like mice.
Especially the guy with dual pistols, Sazaki saw with his own eyes how he braved the suppressive fire of two rifles, side-sliding out of cover, and kept shooting with his dual pistols, blowing off two of his little brothers’ heads. Then he rolled behind a nearby car, re-entered concealment, and the bullets all hit the ground uselessly.
They probably hit a brick wall this time.
Retreating was not an option; after all, he was the second-in-command of the East Mountain Group (a junior head responsible for new recruits, generally the third-in-command in a Japanese Yakuza, and the Tiger Claws Gang was a major gang made up of several XX groups).
He grabbed his beloved blade from the passenger seat and drew it with a clang.
The gleaming blade brushed past the joint of his bare elbow, and the evil spirit tattoo on it seemed to emit a faint red light, as if coming to life.
This was a subdermal tattooing technology unique to the Tiger Claws Gang. The higher the output power of the cybernetic body, the brighter these tattoos would glow.
However, the players didn’t know its practical significance; maybe it was just for show.
He raised his sword high and roared angrily,
"Everyone follow me, it’s time to demonstrate our Samurai spirit of the Tiger Claws Gang!"
His shout instantly roused the spirits of the somewhat demoralized members of the Tiger Claws Gang.
The originally deserted end of the street due to the sudden outbreak of gunfire resounded with curses and roaring engines.
"What bullshit Samurai spirit! All I remember is the Ote spirit!"
Water Moon Cave Heaven almost floored the gas pedal to death, driving straight into the crowd, while the big-eared Tutu in the passenger seat continued shooting with a rifle.
The sounds of vehicles came from all directions, and in less than ten minutes, the players sped all the way to Brother Dao’s location.
A dozen players, exuding murderous aura, surrounded the Tiger Claws members.
Sazaki was astonished. He thought this group was just mercenaries; how did it seem like they ran into some gang?
But what gang would dare to provoke the Tiger Claws Gang?
They had already investigated before the kidnapping; the parents of the two women had died in a gang conflict not long ago, leaving no connections now.
The players showed no courtesy to members of the Tiger Claws, even in the city.
The office’s restriction was not to fire the first shot, but since they already took the initiative, they had no choice but to kill them.
Soon gunshots rang out and bullets flew, dealing heavy losses to the surrounded Tiger Claws, with seven or eight underlings falling one after another.
Sazaki drove the Sianweistan, and the evil spirit tattoo on his body trailed a red light in the air. He wanted to charge into the enemy ranks with his sword and kill a few so that the juniors could break through and retreat.
But unexpectedly, someone among the players driving a Sianweistan also rushed up, wielding a long sword. However, it wasn’t the Samurai Sword popular in Night City but a Yan Wing Sword.
Sazaki immediately saw that the opponent’s cybernetics and Sianweistan were inferior to his own, yet they dared to confront him, which enraged him.
The two long swords clashed in the air at a speed that was hard for others to discern, each clash erupted in sparks, and the sound of metal vibrated chillingly on the scalp.
Sazaki was shocked; obviously, the opponent’s cybernetics were inferior, yet their sword speed and momentum outmatched him, proving that the opponent’s swordsmanship was superior.
Naturally Curly, clashing with the opponent leader, had a mouth as quick as his sword,
"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow! How do you make a living with such slow swords?"
"Even nine yarou won’t do!"
Feeling his dignity and martial skills insulted by his opponent’s words, Sazaki’s eyes turned blood-red, ignoring that his Sianweistan was already pushed to the limit, his spinal nerves beginning to erode, he persisted because the guy opposite was also persisting.
Both started bleeding from their noses and mouths, yet Sazaki kept slashing with his Samurai Sword, believing he’d be the last one standing.
His most illustrious achievement was standing his ground with a long sword after being shot a dozen times in a battle against the Vortex Gang, covered in blood but never falling, earning him the status of second-in-command.
Today, Sazaki believed he would be the last one standing, with his will as strong as steel!
The sharp sword clash became even more intense, their flickering figures mingling with the blood mist. With the high-output Sianweistan, Sazaki left multiple cuts on Naturally Curly, but each blow was deflected and non-lethal due to diverted force.
The burning pain seared every inch of Sazaki’s muscles, fatigue creeping into his limbs. Blood streamed from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and every pore, but his opponent was in no better shape, equally covered in blood, both swords chipped and dull from the clashes.
The problem was the opponent’s sword had never slowed, each strike more powerful than the last, seemingly ignorant of pain, while he was at his limit.
In a momentary distraction, Sazaki’s long sword was flung aside, exposing a gaping middle target which the opponent’s sword swiftly entered, and in a flash of steel, his right arm soared high, with the white modified blood and red blood spurting from the severed limb.