579: Chapter 579 You call this nothing to see?

“???”

The Japanese man was dazed.

Wait...

Was it even a crime to be Japanese?

However.

Ye Chen didn't give him the slightest chance, directly raising his foot and kicking him.

“Bang!”

The Japanese man's body flew backward like a cannonball, soaring over a dozen meters before crashing into a pile of shipping containers.

The sheet metal dented, and his body slid down limply, motionless.

Even in death, he couldn't figure out...

Why did he have to endure such pain?

Ye Chen retracted his foot, turned around, and smiled at everyone. “The situation here is settled. Let's head back to the branch first.”

That's right.

Go back to the branch first.

Because on this trip, besides looking for the key, there was another matter...

The Yan Family's intelligence system was a branch of the Dragon Group.

Now that this intelligence system in Japan had run into trouble, it needed to be dealt with first.

Shen Qingyi looked at him, her eyes suddenly turning red again.

It wasn't out of sadness, nor was it out of fear.

It was because she finally knew what kind of backer the Ancient Tomb Sect had found.

She nodded heavily.

Shu Yuan looked at the harbor filled with thousands of corpses and couldn't help but ask, “Then what about this place?”

“Once we leave, it's naturally none of our business.”

Yan Qingwu gripped her ink dragon sword, a giggling expression on her face.

Li Mu and Ning Shan looked at each other, clicking their tongues in amazement.

Good grief!

Had Miss Yan been assimilated by Mr. Ye?

She had actually become so 'shameless' as well...

Ye Chen didn't waste any more words, directly shooting out a Silver Needle to kill the Sword Saint in one blow.

Then.

He led the group and left immediately.

Staying any longer was pointless; on the contrary...

If the Japanese police saw this scene, god knows what would happen.

...

Not long after Ye Chen's group left.

A sudden sound of footsteps came from the road outside the harbor.

The next second.

A figure in white appeared first.

It was a man who looked to be about forty years old, wearing a snow-white ninja outfit with a black sash tied around his waist and white socks with geta sandals.

The most eye-catching thing was his hair.

His long, silver-white hair was tied behind his head with a black ribbon, the ends reaching down to his waist, fluttering gently in the night wind.

Behind him, a large, dark crowd followed.

They were all in uniform black ninja outfits, their faces covered with masks, revealing only their eyes.

When they stepped into the harbor, their footsteps came to a sudden halt.

They saw a scene that looked like hell.

Corpses everywhere!

The ground was shattered!

A section of shipping containers had collapsed!

The seawater was dyed red with blood!

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

They had killed countless people, yet this was the first time they had seen such a tragic scene...

A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

It was heart-wrenching and terrifying!

The white-clad ninja's face darkened.

“We're late.”

“Search for any survivors.”

There was no anger in that voice, no sadness, not even any emotional fluctuation.

It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

But it was precisely this calmness that caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on the backs of the black-clad ninjas behind him.

They knew this man too well.

The calmer the God Ninja was, the angrier he was.

That's right!

He was the God Ninja—Hattori Senjun!

Japan's strongest God Ninja, and also the personal disciple of the Onmyoji, the strongest blade under the Emperor.

He had been ordered to come and kill Ye Chen, thinking he could make it in time.

But the corpses scattered across the ground told him that he was late.

Not just a step late, but many steps late.

The group of black-clad ninjas didn't dare to delay in the slightest, bowing in unison. “Hai!”

Immediately after.

Dozens of black figures scattered like ghosts, weaving through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

A few minutes later.

The black-clad ninjas all returned.

One of them knelt on one knee before Hattori Senjun.

“God Ninja, there are no survivors.”

Hattori Senjun stood in place, the chill in his eyes growing more intense.

One ninja couldn't help himself and asked, “Lord, this... who exactly did this?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the expressions of several older black-clad ninjas beside him changed abruptly, but it was too late to stop him.

Hattori Senjun lowered his head and looked at that ninja.

“Bakayaro!”

“You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?”

Before his voice finished echoing.

He swung a palm across.

“Bang—”

The ninja's head burst like a watermelon, blood and brains splashing everywhere, coating several nearby ninjas.

The corpse fell straight down.

Total silence.

The older ninjas kept their heads low, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

They knew the God Ninja too well.

He didn't need people who asked questions; he only needed people who solved problems.

Hattori Senjun retracted his hand and spoke calmly.

“Retrieve the harbor's surveillance footage.”

“Hai!”

A black-clad ninja, as if granted a grand reprieve, hurriedly turned and ran toward the harbor's surveillance room.

Hattori Senjun stood in place with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling on the corpses strewn across the ground, his thoughts unknown.

A few minutes later.

The black-clad ninja ran back, holding a laptop in his hands.

“God Ninja, the surveillance has been retrieved.”

Hattori Senjun took the computer and looked down at the screen.

The footage began to play.

The moment Ye Chen walked out of the warehouse.

The moment he slapped the man with the buzz cut away.

The moment he sent Zhou Xuanji flying with one punch.

The moment a single sentence caused Sword Saint Liu Shenfeng's life-bound flying sword to backfire.

The moment he shattered Bai Yujing's energy center with one kick.

The moment he killed everyone, leaving not a single soul.

The footage played frame by frame, and Hattori Senjun's face turned whiter and whiter by degrees.

From his initial calmness, to later solemnity, to now...

Pale.

As pale as paper.

The screen froze at the moment Ye Chen and his group swaggered away...

Hattori Senjun stared at that image, his hand holding the computer trembling slightly.

It wasn't because of anger.

It was because of fear.

He was a God Ninja, Japan's strongest ninja, and the personal disciple of the Onmyoji.

He had seen countless powerful beings and killed many experts.

But he had never seen a monster like this.

In his early twenties, he could insta-kill someone at the Early Golden Core Stage like crushing an ant, defeat the Mid Golden Core Stage Sword Saint without even using a sword, and cripple the Late Golden Core Stage Guest Elder of the Bai Family with just one kick.

What kind of freak was this?

What kind of monster?

He knew...

He was simply not his match!

Even ten of him wouldn't be enough for the opponent to kill...

He even felt a bit fortunate.

Fortunate that there was a traffic jam on the road just now and he hadn't arrived immediately, otherwise he would most likely have followed in their footsteps.

Hattori Senjun took a deep breath, closed the computer, and turned around.

“Go back.”

“We... need Master's support.”

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the black-clad ninjas behind him all changed.

Master's support?

The God Ninja's teacher was the Onmyoji!

He was the most powerful existence in all of Japan!

A legend who had lived for over a hundred years!

Yet the God Ninja actually wanted to ask the Onmyoji to come out of seclusion just because he watched a surveillance clip???

Countless ninjas were puzzled.

But no one dared to ask.

Everyone just bowed in unison. “Hai!”

Hattori Senjun then turned to leave, but as a result...

His legs went weak.

His geta sandals slipped.

He almost fell flat on his face, but luckily his hands supported him quickly, and after scrambling on the ground a few times, he finally stood up.

Otherwise...

He would have made a huge fool of himself.

But even so, Hattori Senjun's face darkened, and he walked even faster...

baka!

To be so pathetic in front of his subordinates was too embarrassing!

But he couldn't help it.

Because he was already so scared by that scene on the computer that his legs were a bit soft.

Ninjas: “???”

They were all dumbfounded, their hearts pounding like drums.

Wait...

Now that they had seen the Lord's embarrassing side, they wouldn't be 'shila-shila' silenced, would they?

Thinking of this.

The ninjas shuddered, drenched in sweat.

...

Fukuoka Branch.

Yan Qingwu presided over the arrangements, settling Shen Qingyi and the others into their respective guest rooms.

After all.

They were all exhausted after being busy all night.

And at this moment.

Ye Chen had already taken off his clothes and sat in the bathtub of his room.

As the hot water covered his shoulders, he let out a long breath.

Comfortable.

So damn comfortable.

Tonight's fight was satisfying, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't tired.

It wasn't physical fatigue, but mental exhaustion.

He had to fight, save people, recruit subordinates, snatch keys, and find time to educate the Japanese on how to behave.

Hmm...

He felt like even being a president wouldn't be as busy as he was!

“Knock, knock, knock.”

A sudden knocking sounded.

Before Ye Chen could speak, the door was already pushed open.

Yan Qingwu was wearing a loose white bathrobe, her wet hair draped over her shoulders; she had clearly just finished bathing as well.

She was also holding two cans of beer as she swaggered in, her eyes scanning the room before finally landing on the direction of the bathroom.

“Are you bathing?”

“Isn't that obvious?”

Ye Chen rolled his eyes irritably. “Why did you just come in on your own?”

Yan Qingwu walked to the low table, set the beer down, sat cross-legged, and looked disdainful.

“It's not like there's anything much to see on you. Am I supposed to wait for you to open the door?”

Ye Chen's mouth twitched. “The way you say it, it's as if you've seen it before.”

“I haven't seen it, but I can guess.”

Yan Qingwu picked up a can of beer, pulled the tab, took a large gulp, and then smacked her lips. “It's just like that, nothing special.”

Ye Chen leaned back in the bathtub and couldn't help but laugh.

“Yan Qingwu, you barge into a man's bathroom in the middle of the night and say there's nothing much to see; isn't there something wrong with your logic?”

“What's wrong with it?”

Yan Qingwu said righteously, “ I'm looking for you for serious business, not to look at you.”

“What serious business?”

“Come out after you're done washing and we'll talk.”

“I'm washing right now.”

“Then wash faster.”

Ye Chen was speechless.

This woman always had this kind of temperament, completely unreasonable.

But surprisingly...

She was quite cute.

He shook his head, stood up from the bathtub, grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, and pushed open the bathroom door to walk out.

Yan Qingwu was sitting cross-legged by the low table drinking beer. Seeing him come out, she looked him up and down and then moved her gaze away expressionlessly.

“Indeed, there's nothing much to see.”

Ye Chen looked down at himself.

Eight-pack abs, mermaid lines, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist—a standard inverted triangle physique.

You call this 'nothing much to see'?