Chapter 448 - 438: Dead, Not a Single One Left!
"Bastard!"
A voice filled with shock and anger erupted on the spacious twenty-third floor. The three Demigod Ninjas no longer chose to remain in Invisibility. After Qin Fan had seen through the dozen or so elite ninjas, they knew they must have been exposed as well. The three Demigod Ninjas, clad entirely in red with only their eyes showing, slowly materialized in the air. Although they had cried out, none of them dared to meet Qin Fan’s gaze. After all, they had seen what had happened to their comrades.
"Come on! Let’s not waste any more time," Qin Fan jeered, facing the three Demigod Ninjas. As he spoke, he materialized a piece of clothing from his Storage Space and used it to wrap his entire right arm.
At that exact moment, taking advantage of Qin Fan lowering his head to wrap his arm, the three cornered Demigod Ninjas acted with a single mind, darting toward him at their maximum speed! The distance of a dozen meters was covered in less than the blink of an eye. One from the left, one from the right, and one from the center, the three Demigod Ninjas converged on Qin Fan. With a synchronized flick of their wrists, they unleashed a cloud of luminescent powder that instantly enveloped him!
Amidst the glowing dust, the entire twenty-third floor was plunged into a hazy glow. It wasn’t dark, but within the bright haze, you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. Moving without a sound, as if afraid Qin Fan would use their breathing to locate them, the three Demigod Ninjas held their breath. From the left, right, and center, they silently launched their fists at Qin Fan, aiming directly for his head!
"Heh..."
Without the Eyes of Golden Flame, I might have actually struggled in this disorienting haze. But with them, what in this world can possibly escape my sight?
Facing the incoming fists, he chuckled softly as his figure blurred, ghost-like, and evaded the attack. While dodging, he caught one Demigod Ninja’s fist. With his other arm—the one wrapped in cloth—he slammed it with devastating force into the ninja’s chest!
RIP!
CRACK!
The sounds were sharp and decisive. The Demigod Ninja’s pupils constricted as he instinctively looked down. To his horror, Qin Fan’s arm had punched completely through his chest.
"Urgh—!" A deep groan escaped him as blood gurgled from his mouth. The next moment, his head drooped, and as Qin Fan retracted his arm, the body collapsed heavily to the ground.
Without pausing for even a moment, Qin Fan immediately lunged toward another Demigod Ninja. The entire seamless exchange happened in the blink of an eye. This ninja didn’t even sense the danger before a chill pierced his chest. Looking down, he saw that a cloth-wrapped hand had already punched through it. His life was extinguished the instant he looked down, before he could even let out a final scream.
Another one was down. In that fleeting moment, the orb of light created by the luminescent powder still lingered. The last remaining Demigod Ninja was completely unaware that his two companions had already gone to meet the great god Tian Zhao in the span of a single breath. Just as he strained his ears, trying to sense Qin Fan’s aura, a tearing sensation exploded from his back. He reflexively tried to turn his head, but before he could, his life was over. Qin Fan had employed the same method, the only difference being that this ninja was pierced from behind.
Three punches. Three dead Demigod Ninjas. Just like that, they departed the world in a confused stupor. If not for the orb of light they had created, they might have lived a few seconds longer. But there were no "if onlys." Under Qin Fan’s Eyes of Golden Flame, their own trick had only hastened their demise.
"Disperse," Qin Fan said, standing within the light. With a casual wave of his hand, the blinding orb dissipated into nothing. The sight it revealed was another Shura scene.
Thirteen elite ninjas had been reduced to bloody pulp. Three Demigod Ninjas lay dead, their chests pierced through. The sight was so horrifying it was enough to make one vomit uncontrollably.
As the last of the glow faded, Qin Fan tore the blood-soaked clothing from his arm and smiled faintly. Stepping around the corpses, he walked leisurely toward the chairman’s office, his hands clasped behind his back.
SWISH! The spring-loaded office door swung open. Yamamoto Ichiro, who was resting in the large executive chair, didn’t even bother to open his eyes. "Is it taken care of?" he asked in Japanese.
"Speak a language I can understand," Qin Fan snapped back in Chinese. He knew Yamamoto Ichiro understood Chinese.
SWOOSH! At the sound of Chinese, Yamamoto Ichiro jolted, springing up from the executive chair as his eyes flew open in shock.
"Mr. Yamamoto, recognize me?" Qin Fan said with a mocking grin, pointing to his own face as he looked at the terrified man.
"Qin Fan! You’re Qin Fan! The true owner of Spirit Water No. 1!" Staring at the face he had seen countless times in photographs, Yamamoto Ichiro stammered in horror.
He just walked in here so casually... what does that mean? Did his guards, those thirteen elite ninjas and three Demigod Ninjas, fail their attack? No! No, how could that be possible?!
"That’s right! I’m honored you remember me, Mr. Yamamoto," Qin Fan grinned.
"Where are they?" Yamamoto Ichiro blurted out, his gaze uncontrollably darting to the empty space behind Qin Fan.
"You mean those ninjas who were too afraid to show their faces? Hmm... they’re dead. Not a single one left." Qin Fan spread his hands, smiling at the horrified expression on Yamamoto Ichiro’s face. "Also, I believe you’re now the only person left alive in the entire Yamamoto Group building. Are you surprised, Mr. Yamamoto? Didn’t see that coming, did you?"
"No, no, impossible! Y-You... what do you want?" Yamamoto Ichiro shouted in broken, trembling Chinese, stumbling backward.
"What else would I be here for, other than to kill you? Yamamoto, oh, Yamamoto, daring to stretch your claws into Huaxia to covet Spirit Water No. 1... I’m really curious where you found the courage. Even the Huaxia authorities wouldn’t dare to covet it, yet you despicable little devils thought you could claim it for yourselves?" Qin Fan said, his tone a mixture of mockery, disdain, and contempt as he shook his head.
"How do you know?! How could you know?!" Yamamoto Ichiro backed up until he hit the wall, his path of retreat cut off. "You can’t kill me!" he shrieked in panic. "I am the Prince Consort of the Royal Family! The Emperor is my father-in-law! You can’t touch me! You can’t!"
Ignoring Yamamoto Ichiro’s ignorant ramblings in the face of impending doom, Qin Fan advanced on him step by step. "Mr. Yamamoto, not only will I kill you, but I will also hunt down and exterminate your entire Yamamoto Lineage. Don’t worry, you won’t be lonely. Every single one of your blood relatives will join you in death today."