Chapter 484: A Very Distinctive Voice

His voice was very distinctive—though low and deep, it was steeped in a sense of world-weariness.

"But I think your expression is very sincere, so you definitely aren't just an ordinary passerby." Sato Hanayo said with a smile. She lifted a strand of her hair with her finger, twirled it by her nose, sniffed it, and showed a look of Tao Zui. Then she slid the blade in her hand back into its sheath, glanced around, and went on: "You must be looking for a certain Eastern ninja, aren't you?"

The man in the black ninja outfit looked at Sato Hanayo, and a strange glint flashed through his eyes: "You're truly as clever as ice and snow—you guessed it."

This woman was truly mesmerizing—740 people in particular, especially that black outfit, which traced out every curve of her shapely figure.

"However, I don't care for the way you people behave." Sato Hanayo said: "If anyone dares to kill in front of me, even if he's my own disciple, he won't be able to escape."

The man suddenly bared his teeth in a grin: "Are you worried about me?"

"I don't worry about anyone." Sato Hanayo's voice was cool and clear. She raised her eyes toward the distant headlights of vehicles and said: "It's still quite a distance from the Eastern capital, and with such an intense fight here, the nearby residents have probably (bccb) long since gone to sleep. Let me give you one piece of advice—best to rein yourself in."

"Are you threatening me with those words?" The man in the ninja outfit laughed: "You think I wouldn't dare lay a hand on you?"

"If I remember correctly," Sato Hanayo said lightly, "this Kuchiki Senya, from what I've observed, seems to possess extremely high intelligence—otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hold the position of Eastern military strategist for so many years."

Having said that, she turned her head to glance at the man in the ninja outfit: "If nothing unexpected happens, this Mr. General here must be your Japan's 'Shadow,' right?"

"Since you already know of my existence, you still dare to barge in here." The man in the ninja outfit took off the sunglasses from his face.

He was a very handsome man—clear, bright features, sharply defined angles—but because he had lived in darkness for years, his skin had taken on a sickly pallor, and even his pupils were a ghostly blue.

In his hand, he held a uniquely shaped samurai long sword, with two skulls dangling from its hilt.

"Your ninja organization hasn't shown itself to the world for a very long time," the man said with a smile.

This air of heavy European-style androgynous grace was utterly at odds with Eastern ninjutsu.

"So-called ninja is nothing but a fraud." Sato Hanayo gave a mocking smile.

"I think you may have misunderstood our principles." The ninja shook his head and said: "We have never deceived anyone. It's simply that your way of thinking is too narrow."

"This time, I hope you won't get involved in this struggle." Sato Hanayo said.

"I don't know what this fellow did to make a ninja team like yours from the East hunt him down?" the man asked again.

"He trespassed upon a domain he should never have trespassed upon." Sato Hanayo looked toward the figure in the Crimson Dragon outfit who had already run a great distance away and said: "Therefore, his life cannot be spared."

The man said: "But I just saw that the Eastern Great General has also joined the fray, and he seems to be quite seriously injured. Are you sure you can handle him?"

Hearing these words, a flash of cold light passed through Sato Hanayo's eyes: "He must die."