Chapter 237

"By the way, what are we going to do next?"

Su Rui asked.

He was still a bit unclear about the situation.

"Of course, it’s to kill people." Kuchiki Senya said.

"...Are you planning to do it yourself?" Su Rui frowned: "If that’s really the case, then you don't need to show your face for the next few days. Otherwise, the Sun Temple has too many enemies; what if a sniper rifle aims at you?"

"No, I want to disguise myself. I need to use someone else’s hand to solve the trouble." Kuchiki Senya said, taking out a photo: "This is the target I am looking for, and also the reason why I must kill him."

Su Rui narrowed his eyes.

The man in the photo looked very handsome, with fair skin and gold-rimmed glasses, looking quite elegant.

"Do you want to kill him?" Su Rui asked.

"Yes, kill him, and I can legitimately take charge of the Yamamoto Group." Kuchiki Senya said.

His tone was very calm, but hidden beneath this calmness was a thick murderous intent and determination.

"Good, this person’s location is on the coast in the suburbs of Tokyo. I will help you get the detailed address." Su Rui patted his chest.

This wasn't Su Rui bragging; in the dark world, he was an intelligence expert.

"Thank you." Kuchiki Senya sighed softly.

"We don't need to say such distant things between us." Su Rui coughed twice and rubbed his shoulder: "By the way, I forgot to ask just now, how did you get this injury on your shoulder?"

This sentence sounded a bit ambiguous.

However, Su Rui was also genuinely wanting to help Yamamoto Kyoko restore her past glory, and Su Rui had also determined that this friend of Yamamoto Kyoko was someone worth entrusting his back to.

"Attacked last night." Kuchiki Senya answered simply.

Kuchiki Senya said: "Your enemy is my enemy, so let’s join forces to wipe them out."

After speaking, he reached out and tugged at Su Rui’s sleeve: "Did your elbow get scraped?"

Su Rui looked down and found his clothes stained with blood, so he said: "That didn't happen."

"That’s good."

Kuchiki Senya’s fingers swept across Su Rui’s wrist, and the surface muscles of the latter stiffened for a moment.

"By the way, also, my phone was destroyed. Can I borrow your phone to use?" Kuchiki Senya said.

"Of course you can." Su Rui took out his phone without hesitation.

This level of communication tool was nothing to him.

In China, the agents of the National Security Bureau were also equipped with satellite phones, but because foreign signal shielding was more severe, Su Rui rarely made calls.

"Try dialing with this number." Kuchiki Senya handed the phone to Su Rui.

"Aren't you afraid I’ll lie to you?" Su Rui asked.

"Not afraid, I know you are not that kind of person." Kuchiki Senya smiled.

The corners of Su Rui’s mouth curled up, and he smiled: "I’m not used to you praising me like this."

At this time, the driver had turned into a large courtyard in the suburbs.

"We’re here." he said.

"Okay." Su Rui pushed open the car door and followed Kuchiki Senya down.

This courtyard was not remote, but it wasn't bustling either; it looked very ordinary.

However, such an environment was more suitable for recuperation.

"Please come in." Kuchiki Senya said.

Su Rui felt a shock in his heart when he saw this courtyard, and then he felt relieved.

"I should have guessed it earlier; I didn't expect it to really be him." A complex flavor flowed in the depths of Su Rui’s eyes.

He looked at Kuchiki Senya: "Are you sure he is still alive?"

The reason Su Rui asked this was not because he had an old friendship with that Eastern ninja leader, but because of the name of this courtyard—Uncle Beiming.

Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu.

Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu.

These four words made Su Rui think of too much.

This old-school ninja was once a figure who dominated the Chinese martial arts world and left a heavy mark in the history of the martial arts world!

And today, in the capital of China, what kind of fate would his son face?

"Are you talking about him?" Kuchiki Senya turned and pointed to the room beside him: "He is inside."

"Fine." Su Rui took a deep breath and then lifted his foot to walk toward the house.

However, just at this moment, he stopped his pace, turned his face, and asked: "This assassination incident... who exactly is it aimed at?"

Su Rui knew that he couldn't stay out of it, so he had to figure some things out, not just to save people, but also to protect himself.

After all, he didn't want to become the most painful part of Yamamoto Kyoko’s life.

"If I say I did it, would you believe me?" Kuchiki Senya said.

"I believe." Su Rui’s mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled, "I also like to play this game of murder, framing, and entrapment, but no matter who the mastermind is, they will ultimately not be able to escape the fate of death."

Su Rui spoke calmly and peacefully, as if he were just stating a very ordinary matter.

This feeling was indeed very strange.

However, this strange feeling didn't last long, and Su Rui added: "But he must take responsibility. This responsibility includes not only himself but also the entire force he represents."

This was definitely a huge cause and effect; even if Su Rui wanted to avoid it, he couldn't, and it was even impossible to resolve.

"I understand this." Kuchiki Senya’s eyes lowered: "Don't worry, I won't let him have an easy time."

"You don't need to tell me these things." Su Rui smiled: "When I return, you can just give him a surprise."

"Okay, I’ll wait for you to come back and have dinner together." The corners of Kuchiki Senya’s lips curled slightly.

His bright smile made Su Rui unable to look away.

"Kuchiki Senya is here?"

At this moment, Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

His spirit still looked withered, but his eyes revealed a sharp flavor.

This sharpness seemed even more prominent than before.

Kuchiki Senya stood by the window, looking through the glass at the thin figure inside.

Time had not left marks on his face, but instead added a sense of stability to him.

"Long time no see, old man." Kuchiki Senya spoke suddenly, his voice filled with a hint of melancholy.

"Yes, long time no see." Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu said.

Although he was old, his gaze was like lightning, extremely sharp; even just sitting on the bed, he could form a very strong pressure.

"Thank you for this matter." Kuchiki Senya said.

Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu looked at Kuchiki Senya: "Your mindset is adjusted quite well. I hope you can always keep it this way."

Kuchiki Senya smiled bitterly upon hearing this: "Old man, please don't mock me."

"No mockery, I really appreciate this attitude of yours." Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu said.

His voice seemed to have a sense of vicissitudes that traversed time and space.

"What are you planning to do about this matter?" Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu asked.

"This is what I owe Yamamoto Kyoko, and I have to pay it back." Kuchiki Senya said: "She fought for the dignity of China for more than twenty years, and I also promised her that I would protect everything she wants to protect."

"You are very excellent. Yamamoto Kyoko’s eye for people is not bad; she chose you." Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu said.

He didn't seem very angry: "My injuries are fine, but I still need to rest for a few days."

"I’ll help you to the bathroom first." Kuchiki Senya helped Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu into the bathroom: "You were seriously injured this time, but..."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, then shook his head and sighed.

Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu looked at him: "Sigh, no need to comfort me."

"This time, it’s not what you imagined." Kuchiki Senya looked at him and said: "I just went to see Yamamoto Chozan. Guess what the outcome was?"