Chapter 452: Boss

"Fine, then go out and greet Kitano Xinghai." Kuchiki Senya said coolly: "After all, we do have a foundation for cooperation between us."

"Boss." Zelk hesitated for a moment, then said: "Actually, this time you could have let someone else help."

He was a clever man, and of course he understood—if he was a defeated subordinate of Kitano Xinghai, then on what grounds could he go out to greet the other party?

"I just love that brave, fearless spirit of yours." Kuchiki Senya said: "Zelk, after all these years, you still haven't shaken that stubborn temper of yours."

12　Saying this, he tossed the empty coffee cup in his hand casually onto the tabletop.

*Crack*—a sharp sound.

The cup shattered on the floor, spraying shards of glass everywhere.

Then, from that cup, a wisp of smoke slowly rose up and rapidly spread outward.

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

Zelk's pupils abruptly contracted, his fists clenching tight.

"Boss, this is…"

"The coffee I just brewed." Kuchiki Senya narrowed his eyes, smiling coldly: "This scent is the one you know best, but I won't tell you which country it comes from, nor will I tell you what kind of history it has."

"Boss, you…" A thick wave of shock welled up in Zelk's expression.

"I know, you want to ask what kind of perfume this is." Kuchiki Senya laughed: "Let me tell you, the formula of this perfume is—from… East Asia, from Huaxia."

At that moment, Zelk's body gave a violent shudder, and his eyes instantly reddened.

Yes, Zelk himself was a Huaxia expert—of course he knew this unique spice formula!

It was created by his idol back in Huaxia—Li Enrui.

When Zelk joined the Ruiyun Group, he happened to meet Li Enrui; the other's youth and good looks left a deep impression on Zelk, and the two became acquainted.

Later, Li Enrui left the Eastern Lands, and Zelk also returned to the United States. Although he never got to meet Li Enrui again, Zelk's longing for Li Enrui never ceased; especially when Zelk recalled those glorious years of the past, he would unconsciously show a hint of nostalgia.

If not for that chance encounter, Zelk probably would never have met such an outstanding client in his entire life.

"Zelk, go on, go take care of those petty rabble." Kuchiki Senya patted Zelk's shoulder: "Don't forget, you're a hero of the Eastern Lands—I don't want anything to happen to my right and left arms."

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

"In the next few days, you can rest for a while, then launch the attack." Kuchiki Senya smiled faintly: "Relax your mind."

Zelk said nothing; he pulled open the door and walked straight out.

"Zelk, if you die, I won't have a helper anymore." Kuchiki Senya gazed at the door about to close, muttering to himself.

He stretched out a finger and flicked that wisp of blue smoke: "It's getting more and more interesting. I can hardly wait to meet the Eastern Lands' samurai team."

This Zelk was a famous high-ranking shinobi of the Eastern Lands. When he came of age at twenty-five, Zelk had already stepped into the realm of the shinobi; so many years had passed, and he was only a hair's breadth away from that legendary, top-tier ninjutsu.