Chapter 525: Top Shinobi of the Eastern Seas

The reason he was able to become a top shinobi of the Eastern Seas was precisely the generous pay that came with this profession.

After Kuchiki Senya left, a man walked in.

He wore a Western suit and a bowler hat, looking every inch the gentleman, but the ruthless glint in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Why didn't you make a move just now?" Songdao Fengye shouted the moment he saw this.

This man was unmistakably the one the Muqianye Sect had sent to protect him.

"He was too weak," the man said, "and besides, this is the Eastern Seas — not the place to make a move."

The subtext of those words was — once you've been caught by Yamamoto Kyoko, it won't be too late to act then.

Songdao Fengye was furious.

He was a proud man; even death would be preferable to living like a dog.

"Once this matter is over, come back to the Eastern Seas with me," Kuchiki Senya said.

"You're so capable — if I let you join the Eastern Seas, wouldn't that be a waste of your talents?" Kuchiki Senya said with a mocking smile. "A master like you, if you threw in with anyone else, would surely be looked down upon."

"You're wrong. I don't need to cling to anyone else — I have my own ideals," Kuchiki Senya said lightly. "I think, if my ideals succeed, then the entire Eastern Seas will be prostrate at my feet."

Songdao Fengye, hearing these words, seemed quite in agreement. He nodded, a burning look released from his eyes: "I believe that one day, this dream of yours will surely come true."

"Have things been going smoothly for you in the Eastern Seas lately?" Kuchiki Senya asked his old friend.

"I've been doing all right, but… the deadline you set seems to have almost arrived," Kuchiki Fengye said. "Yamamoto Zhangshan is still alive — I no longer know what to do."

"Then carry on with the original plan. This time, the Yamamoto Group is bound to lose." Kuchiki Senya said, "Over these years, I've kept myself hidden quite well."

"I understand what you mean." Kuchiki Fengye's fist clenched tight: "Right now I need a new identity to cover my tracks."

"I'll help you." Kuchiki Senya gently patted Kuchiki Fengye on the shoulder: "My good friend."

Then he left.

Watching Kuchiki Senya's retreating back, Kuchiki Fengye lowered his head to look at the gunshot wound on his own chest, shook his head, and sighed.

"Kuchiki Senya, Kuchiki Senya — you're a far more cunning and treacherous man than Yamamoto Zhangshan," he said.

Then Kuchiki Fengye picked up the phone and dialed a number for Inada Yuma.

"Your mission has failed. Let's call off our deal — let's end our cooperation here and now," Kuchiki Fengye said.

"You can't cancel, you can't break the contract. Our agreement clearly states we are to continue cooperating. If you do this, your family will be enraged, and when that time comes, everything will be over."

The other end of the line paused for a full half-minute before saying: "Fine, then… but you have to smuggle me out of the country. I want to leave this place."

"Fine, no problem." Kuchiki Senya spoke, a cold flash passing through his eyes: "You should be grateful you're still alive — otherwise, I would never allow a traitor to go on living in the world."

"A traitor? Hahahaha." The voice on the other end of the line suddenly rose an octave: "Kuchiki Senya, these years we've cooperated happily, but the pity is, you don't know how to be grateful."