Chapter 226

Yamazaki Long Ye froze in shock!

At that moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat, and a streak of bright red rapidly spread outward!

Then, this Japanese lieutenant clutched his throat and slowly collapsed.

Kuchiki Senya removed his helmet, discarded his long blade, then shook his head and sighed: "Poor child."

Yamazaki Long Ye looked utterly incredulous!

He never imagined that, in his own most skilled martial art domain, he would be the one defeated!

"No, I don't believe it… You're just a Chinese man—how could you possibly possess such formidable martial skills…?"

Even as this Japanese lieutenant lay dying, his expression remained one of utter disbelief.

After all, Yamamoto Kyoko had once tasked him with investigating that incident—the Chinese Jianghu World in Hokkaido had been a bloody, horrific mess, and… this man had suffered severe injuries and should never have recovered to his peak.

Yet, Kuchiki Senya's actual condition was precisely the opposite.

"You're wrong. My martial arts mastery is far greater than you imagine," Kuchiki Senya said calmly. "But I didn't lie about my identity—I really am just a Chinese swimming coach."

"Hahaha, Chinese people always love to lie."

Though Yamazaki Long Ye was dead, his mouth still wouldn't stop spitting venom.

He refused to believe it—even in death!

"Whether I'm lying or not, you'll know the answer soon."

Kuchiki Senya said, raising both hands simultaneously!

Shu-shu-shu!

Three throwing darts flew out!

All three darts embedded themselves in Yamazaki Long Ye's chest cavity!

His pupils dilated instantly, and his body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

In truth, if Yamazaki Long Ye had chosen to flee just now, he might have survived—but this fool insisted on facing me head-on, with a "better to die fighting" attitude!

That sealed Yamazaki Long Ye's fate beyond doubt.

This Chinese man, at times, really does seem like a Japanese man!

Of course, that's merely surface appearance.

"Heh, is that all?" Kuchiki Senya smiled, utterly unconcerned that he had just killed an enemy with his own hands.

"Let's go."

Kuchiki Senya spoke, then stepped first into the warehouse's cargo hold.

His suitcase was completely empty—all passengers on this flight had been killed.

…………

"Master, look," Ramscott, the second-in-command of the Dark Mercenary Group, pointed out the window, eyes blazing with fury: "That bastard! He's back again!"

A middle-aged man sat on the sofa, gazing into the distance, saying calmly: "I know who it is. Has he finally shown himself?"

"He came here tonight—that means his heart is already disturbed, correct?"

Ramscott asked.

His tone was calm, yet his eyes glowed with sharp brilliance.

"For some reason, this young man makes me feel deeply dangerous."

With that, the middle-aged man picked up the phone and dialed a string of numbers.

Clearly, he was contacting a centuries-old super-power.

"I need you to send someone to help me," the middle-aged man said. "A young man named Kuchiki Senya."

"Kuchiki Senya… that name sounds familiar. We've heard of him somewhere before," the voice on the other end hesitated slightly. "But I can't recall the details right now."

236. Leave it to you.

"Forget it. I'm leaving this to you. If you can't find him, our cooperation loses all meaning."

With that, the middle-aged man hung up the phone.

"Kuchiki Senya—who is he? Why are we so concerned about him?" the female secretary asked.

"Do you know what's wrong with my body?" the middle-aged man suddenly turned and asked his wife.

"You have kidney failure causing sexual indifference," the female secretary said. "I've told you before—'577'—we must treat it early."

"You call this a disease?" the middle-aged man shook his head. "No, this is absolutely not a disease."

"Are you suspecting that Japanese man?" At that moment, a bodyguard entered from the door, holding a slip of paper: "Big Brother, this is the message left by that Japanese man just now."

"Oh?" The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow, took the note, and said: "He says his name is Kuchiki Senya."

"Yamazaki Long Ye?" The secretary frowned, straining to recall, then exclaimed: "I remember now! That genius samurai—his name was Kuchiki Senya!"

"Yes," the middle-aged man said. "That name does sound familiar."

"I think you two are both wrong," another bodyguard suddenly entered, handing a photo to the middle-aged man: "I found this woman."

"This woman is very beautiful," the middle-aged woman said.

She wore a short fur coat, a pearl necklace around her neck, and was adorned with glittering jewels—clearly a nouveau riche.

"I know her. Supposedly the daughter of some wealthy man," the middle-aged man studied the photo. "Is this woman Yamamoto Kyoko?"

"Yes, Big Brother," the bodyguard said. "I've confirmed it—she's the one."

He paused, then added: "And this woman has likely divorced."

"Divorced? That's perfect," the middle-aged man said. "Send this photo to my son. Don't lose it."

He patted the female secretary beside him: "Go prepare dinner for me now. Tonight, over dinner, we'll discuss Kuchiki Senya."

Upon hearing this, the female secretary immediately brightened.

"Thank you, Adelaide," she said.

Then, the woman swayed her hips and walked out.

Once only the husband and wife remained in the room, the middle-aged man stood up, stretched, and said, "After so many years, my figure has become like this, but it's been enough—time to take on a new target. I really don't want to keep being a monk anymore..."

"Dad, our family's enterprise is growing larger and larger, but we still aren't enough to control the whole picture. In this world, too many people covet our wealth and territory. I think it's time for us to show some muscle, to make those petty thieves think twice."

After saying this, the middle-aged man headed toward the bedroom, leaving his female secretary standing foolishly alone in place.

Kuchiki Senya arrived at the top floor of the hotel and booked a suite.

In the room, he took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and looked at the 2.1 young man in the mirror—his eyes were still clear, even purer than before.

"Yamazaki-kun, I hope you can return safely. Otherwise, I'll have to avenge you."

After saying this, he walked into the bathroom, washed away the blood and dust on his body, and used clean water to wipe the fresh blood from the knife wound. The wound looked fierce and terrifying, yet Kuchiki Senya never once furrowed his brow.

His figure gradually disappeared from the mirror.

…………

At this moment, on a certain island nation in the East.