Chapter 228

"If you dare step through this door again, then don't ever think about leaving here alive."

At this doorway stood two bodyguards in black, while Kuchiki Senya sat on the sofa, a laptop placed beside him.

"Kuchiki Senya, I am Yamamoto Zhangshan." The man in the white suit looked to be in his early forties, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and appeared both refined and shrewd.

However, the moment he finished saying this, the man in the white suit suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his eyes.

A cold flash of light sliced through the air and instantly arrived before him!

Then, the man felt a violent stab of pain, and a sharp samurai long blade was driven straight into his chest!

Blood splattered!

This was a cosplayer!

He was a ninja!

Kuchiki Senya raised his foot and kicked the ninja hard in the abdomen.

Bang!

His body smashed through the glass window and flew out!

"Bastard!" the cosplayer cursed, but the very next second, he was pierced through the chest by a long spear!

Then he fell heavily to the ground, his life completely cut short.

One minute later, a group of agents arrived at the scene.

"Young Master, how on earth is there a corpse here?" one agent asked.

"This is Yamamoto Long Ye." Kuchiki Senya shook his head and said, "I never expected he would actually die in this place. I thought he was only faking his death—what a real shame."

All of this seemed to have been arranged by Kuchiki Senya in advance; he had long foreseen that such a situation would occur, and so had hidden the person away ahead of time.

"Young Master, this matter must be reported to Colonel阁下," the agent said.

"Go ahead and tell him." Kuchiki Senya let out two cold laughs. "My younger brother is dead, and this elder brother of his won't feel the slightest grief—instead he'll be laughing his head off. Our Shankou group, from top to bottom, doesn't deserve a shred of respect, and that includes me."

Hearing this, the agent said nothing, then turned and left.