132: Chapter 132 The Japanese girl is quite enthusiastic, but I'm here to kill.
"Clap, clap."
Fujiwara Ichiro clapped his hands twice. A forced, eerie, and fawning smile squeezed onto his face, which was already distorted by extreme fear, looking like a melting wax mask.
"Since Mr. Chen wants to drink, there must naturally be the finest accompaniment. This is the rule of our 'Sakura Profusion' and the way of hospitality for the Fujiwara Family."
As his clapping ceased, the sliding paper door on the side was slowly pulled open.
A melodious yet mournful sound of the Shamisen flowed into the hall like a mountain stream, instantly diluting the original tense and murderous atmosphere. The faint scent of incense in the air became more intense, carrying an intoxicatingly sweet cloyingness.
Twelve Geisha, dressed in magnificent furisode kimonos with their faces painted snow-white, entered in a single file with mincing steps.
They kept their heads low, their necks as slender as swans, and every step seemed to be precisely calculated. Their wooden clogs stepped on the tatami mats without making a single sound, as if they were a group of drifting ghosts.
"This is the top star of 'Sakura Profusion', Yukiko."
Fujiwara Ichiro pointed to the woman leading the way, a hint of boasting in his tone, though his eyes darted malevolently toward Chen Yuan.
Yukiko was beautiful. Even with the thick white powder on her face, it couldn't hide the charm that emanated from her very bones. The touch of crimson at the corners of her eyes was soul-stirring, as if a single glance could suck away a man's soul.
"Mr. Chen, please."
Yukiko walked up to Chen Yuan and sat down elegantly on her knees.
She didn't speak, but merely raised her head slightly, her eyes like autumn waters gazing at Chen Yuan with deep affection. Then, she reached out her well-maintained, scallion-white hands and picked up the white porcelain sake carafe on the table.
"Sir, please drink your fill of this cup."
Her voice was soft and sweet, with a unique foreign accent that made one's bones feel weak.
Chen Yuan leaned back in his chair, still holding the wooden chopsticks he had used to pick up food. His gaze roamed unscrupulously over Yukiko, finally settling on her fair wrist exposed outside the kimono sleeve.
"The Japanese certainly know how to enjoy themselves."
The corners of Chen Yuan's mouth curled up in a half-smile. "However, is it the rule here for your hands to shake when pouring wine?"
Yukiko's movements stiffened slightly.
But it was only a pause of a thousandth of a second.
Killing intent suddenly erupted!
"Swish!"
The originally soft and boneless Geisha's eyes instantly became sharper than a blade. The sake carafe in her hand suddenly exploded, porcelain shards flying everywhere.
From the splashing liquid, a cold, ghostly blue light shot out like a venomous snake's tongue, piercing straight toward Chen Yuan's throat.
It was an Emei Piercer dipped in potent poison, its tip glinting with a blue light that promised death upon contact.
The distance was too close, less than half a meter. At this distance, even a god would find it hard to dodge.
A flash of wild joy appeared in Fujiwara Ichiro's eyes. This was the top assassin of the 'Oni-shu', who had never failed! As long as it grazed his skin, this arrogant Chinaman was dead!
However.
"Clang!"
A crisp, somewhat ear-piercing sound of impact exploded in the dead silent hall.
There was no blood splashing, nor was there a scream and a fall to the ground.
That lethal poison needle stopped three inches in front of Chen Yuan's Adam's apple, unable to advance another inch.
Because it was caught.
It was firmly caught by two ordinary, disposable bamboo chopsticks.
"This..."
Yukiko's pupils trembled violently. She felt as if her weapon was welded into a great mountain; no matter how she pushed her internal energy, those chopsticks remained motionless.
"Your hand is steady, but you're a bit slow."
Chen Yuan looked at the pale face inches away, his tone as flat as if he were critiquing a dish. "Moreover, the killing intent on your body is too heavy; even perfume can't cover it up."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Yuan's wrist suddenly flipped.
"Crack!"
The bamboo chopsticks snapped, and along with them, the poisoned Emei Piercer was broken into two pieces.
Immediately after, Chen Yuan backhanded a slap, striking Yukiko hard across the face.
"Smack!"
This slap showed no mercy for her beauty. The immense force sent Yukiko flying, smashing heavily into the nearby screen, shattering the precious 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' painting into pieces.
"The service was good, but I'm here to kill people."
Chen Yuan threw away the broken chopsticks and unhurriedly wiped his hands.
"Do it! Kill him!"
The remaining eleven 'Geisha', seeing this, stopped their pretense. They reached out and tore off their cumbersome kimonos, revealing black tight-fitting ninja suits underneath.
Shuriken, Kunai, smoke bombs. All sorts of hidden weapons rained down on Chen Yuan like a storm.
"Roar—"
The Tyrant Guard, who had been guarding the door, moved.
They didn't need Chen Yuan's order at all. Ten iron-tower-like giants stepped forward simultaneously, blocking the way in front of Chen Yuan and forming an insurmountable wall of flesh and blood.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The hidden weapons hit their specially made bulletproof suits and hard skin, sparking a series of flashes, but they didn't even break the skin.
"Clean them up."
Chen Yuan took out a new pair of chopsticks and put a piece of sashimi into his mouth. "Don't delay my meal."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Dull gunshots rang out in the hall.
The large-caliber pistols in the hands of the Tyrants tore through the bodies of the ninjas with every bullet. This wasn't a battle; it was a massacre.
Those so-called 'Oni-shu' elites were as fragile as porcelain dolls in the face of absolute power and firepower.
In less than thirty seconds, silence returned to the hall.
Only corpses littered the floor, and the smell of blood was thick.
The top assassin named Yukiko was now being held in mid-air by one hand by a Tyrant, her limbs broken, blood pouring from her mouth, twitching like a rag doll.
Fujiwara Ichiro sat paralyzed on the ground, his crotch soaked.
He looked at the Eastern man who was still unhurriedly eating sashimi, feeling as if he were facing not a human, but a demon god who had crawled up from hell.
"Mr... Mr. Chen..."
Fujiwara Ichiro's teeth chattered. "Misunderstanding... this is all a misunderstanding..."
"Misunderstanding?"
Chen Yuan put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, then stood up and walked over to Fujiwara Ichiro.
He looked down with a disdainful gaze.
"Mr. Fujiwara, I am very satisfied with your hospitality. The Sakura girls are indeed quite welcoming."
Chen Yuan stepped on the back of Fujiwara Ichiro's hand and ground it down hard. Listening to the sound of bones shattering, a demonic smile appeared on his face.
"Unfortunately, I'm a rather vulgar person."
"Rather than these thorny roses, I prefer..."
He bent down, ignoring Fujiwara Ichiro's pig-like screams, and pulled an ancient-looking brass key from his bosom.
That was what he had seen in Natasha's intelligence.
The Core Key leading to the Mitsubishi Zaibatsu's underground vault.
"I prefer solid gold."
Chen Yuan tossed the key and caught it. The heavy texture put him in a great mood.
He glanced at the patek philippe on his wrist.
"Warm-up is over."
Chen Yuan turned and strode out, his trench coat fluttering behind him.
"Alice."
"Here, Boss."
"Notify Red Queen to cut off the power in this district."
Chen Yuan walked to the door, looked back at the Fujiwara Family Head who had already fainted from pain, and the mess in the room.
"By the way, turn the Jammer to the maximum. We're going to the conglomerate's vault... to take some things that belong to us."
He pushed open the main door. The night outside was even heavier, as if a larger storm was brewing.
"Oh, right."
Chen Yuan's voice echoed in the corridor, carrying a heart-chilling coldness.
"Remember to set a fire when we leave."
"The interior design here is too gloomy; it's an eyesore."