Chapter 241: Boss

"Very well, you go out and welcome Beiye Inagawa Xinghai." Kuchiki Senya said faintly: "After all, we do have a basis for cooperation."

"Boss." Zelke hesitated and said: "Actually, this time you could let others help."

He was a smart man and naturally understood that if he were a defeated opponent of Beiye Inagawa Xinghai, then why would he be the one to welcome the other party?

"I just like your brave and fearless spirit." Kuchiki Senya said: "Zelke, after so many years, you still haven’t changed that stubborn temper of yours."

As he spoke, he tossed the empty coffee cup in his hand onto the table.

A crisp sound.

The cup shattered on the floor, scattering glass shards everywhere.

Subsequently, a wisp of smoke rose slowly from the cup, spreading rapidly.

And within that smoke, a wisp of cyan flame gradually began to burn, hot and wild.

Zelke’s pupils contracted sharply, his fists clenched tight.

"Boss, this is..."

"The coffee I just brewed." Kuchiki Senya narrowed his eyes and sneered: "This fragrance is the scent you are most familiar with, but I will not tell you which country it originates from, nor will I tell you what kind of history it has."

"Boss, you..." A sense of deep shock emerged in Zelke’s expression.

"I know you want to ask what perfume this is." Kuchiki Senya laughed: "I will tell you, the formula for this perfume comes from... East Asia, from China."

At this moment, Zelke’s body trembled violently, and his eyes instantly turned red.

Yes, Zelke himself was a China expert; he naturally knew this unique spice formula!

It was created by his idol in China—Li Li Enrui.

Zelke happened to meet Li Li Enrui when he joined the Ruiyun Group. Because of the other party’s youth and handsomeness, Zelke was deeply impressed, and the two became acquainted.

Later, Li Li Enrui left the East, and Zelke returned to the United States. Although they couldn’t meet again, Zelke’s longing for Li Li Enrui had never ceased, especially when Zelke recalled those glorious years, he would involuntarily show a sense of nostalgia.

If it weren’t for that accidental encounter, Zelke probably would never have met such an excellent employer in his life.

"Zelke, go, go and deal with those petty villains." Kuchiki Senya patted Zelke’s shoulder: "Don’t forget, you are a hero of the East. I don’t want anything to go wrong with my right-hand man."

Zelke turned and walked toward the door, his steps firm and resolute.

"In these few days, you can rest for a while before attacking." Kuchiki Senya smiled slightly: "Relax your mindset."

Zelke didn’t say a word; he pulled open the door and walked straight out.

"Zelke, if you die, I won’t have any helpers left." Kuchiki Senya looked at the door that was about to close and muttered to himself.

He extended his finger and flicked that wisp of blue smoke: "It is becoming increasingly interesting. I can’t wait to meet the Eastern samurai team."

This Zelke was a famous high-level ninja in the East. When he reached adulthood at twenty-five, Zelke stepped into the Jonin realm. So many years had passed, and he was only one step away from that legendary top-tier ninjutsu.

Zelke’s parents were both Easterners, and he had been accustomed to Eastern diet and living habits since childhood. Therefore, in these years, Zelke would set aside half an hour every morning to cultivate.

And very few people knew about this kind of cultivation.

This Zelke was indeed powerful enough. After cultivating for so many years, he had already reached the peak of Jonin, only a thin line away from that legendary realm.

This thin line was as difficult as ascending to heaven for ordinary martial arts experts; some people could not break through it in their entire lives, let alone take that final step.

Zelke had encountered various attacks along the way, yet he was able to retreat unscathed every time, which made people marvel at his extraordinary ninjutsu skills.

Not only in the East, but in the United States, Zelke’s reputation was also very loud. Many wealthy people believed that there were few experts in this world who could beat Zelke.

However, Zelke was seriously injured during a mission and was in a coma for more than two months. During this period, after he woke up, his strength regressed significantly, which brought Zelke quite a bit of trouble.

For the past two years, he had been recuperating while looking for ways to restore his strength.

And that injury was the trigger that led him onto this dangerous and arduous path.

In Zelke’s view, there had to be an explanation for that matter.

Otherwise, his conscience would not be at peace.

Zelke’s figure had disappeared around the corner of the stairs, his heart filled with a heavy sense of oppression.

"Over these years, Zelke has been protecting me in the dark, never mentioning it to anyone." Kuchiki Senya shook his head: "He is truly a silly child."

"Zelke, I hope we can meet tonight, have a drink, and chat for a while." He smiled, a blade’s edge seemingly shining in his eyes: "You should still remember that when I was in China back then, I used this perfume."

Zelke did not know exactly what Chinese Kuchiki Senya was speaking, but he could tell that his boss’s mood did not seem bad.

…………

On the streets of Seattle, North America, two cars were speeding along, leaving clear tracks along the way.

"We have been tracking for two consecutive days. These two girls can’t run far; we must take them down as soon as possible!" The man in the driver’s seat said.

He wore sunglasses and was dressed in black, his whole person exuding a gloomy temperament.

His companion in the passenger seat said: "These two girls are quite pretty. After we catch them this time, why don’t we sell them to those wealthy Eastern merchants? We can definitely make a huge sum of money."

"These two girls are really lucky. This mission was originally to wipe out a mercenary group; who would have thought they would run into the muzzle of a gun? This is much more profitable than wiping out hundreds of mercenaries." The guy in the front row chuckled, appearing extremely excited.

"The old rules: gang-rape them first, then kill them." The guy sitting in the back added.

They were a mercenary group from a certain South American country, usually engaged in violent crimes like kidnapping and extortion.

However, just as these two were discussing the huge wealth they were about to obtain, suddenly, two beams of light shone over.

A large hole appeared in the windows of both cars.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three muffled sounds in succession!

Three bullets accurately passed through the car window and drilled into the head of the driver in the front row!

Blood mixed with brain matter sprayed out!

The guy in the back row was so scared that his whole body stiffened, his face filled with terror!

"The enemy is here!" He shouted!

Then...