Chapter 1431 - 1432: Let's Take Action
Yang Fei rolled his eyes at Mad Blade and stretched out his hand.
"How about I swap with you, you deal with those Karate Great Grandmasters, and I'll stand guard for you?"
Mad Blade was at a loss for words, suddenly changing to a smiling face.
"Taking on the East Asia Martial Arts Alliance is something only Brother Fei can do. If I went up, I'd sure be beaten like a dead dog."
"At that point, not only would I disgrace Brother Fei and the Changfeng Squad, but also our country and nation."
Saying this, the guy lowered his eyebrows, acting humble.
"A capable person can do anything, so this matter still requires the Chief Instructor to step in to achieve a major success."
Yang Fei saw this guy was flattering while drinking without stopping, gulping down fast and urgently.
Yang Fei quickly snatched the wine jar.
"Alright, alright, save some for me; this wine was offered to me by Long Hai."
He grabbed the jar and took a big gulp before asking Mad Blade.
"Why aren't you squatting on the wall? What are you doing here? It can't just be to drink, right?"
Mad Blade nodded, his voice suddenly becoming serious.
"Reporting to the instructor, I've discovered something unusual."
Without waiting for Yang Fei to speak, he reported directly.
"I found that at least two armed forces are converging here, estimating tonight will be very lively."
Yang Fei was startled: "Two armed forces? What's going on?"
Mad Blade shook his head: "Currently, the situation is still unclear, and I can't judge it."
"But since we killed a Ninja, at least one of them is likely a Ninja force."
"The whole world knows, the Eight Gates Ninjas are not easy to mess with; they will definitely want to regain their reputation. As for the other force, we have no clue yet."
Yang Fei snorted: "No matter who they are, the Changfeng Squad stays alert."
"Once there's a hint of aggression from them, we immediately rely on the streets and alleys to conduct a blocking battle."
At this point, Yang Fei pondered for a moment and then said lightly.
"Additionally, I will call Mr. Situ at the Hongmen Sect headquarters and ask him to cooperate with us."
Mad Blade nodded, saluted Yang Fei: "Yes, Chief Instructor!"
Yang Fei sneered, his eyes looking out the window.
"If it's the Eight Gates Ninjas, I'm very willing to face them, and also get a sense of what kind of masters these mysterious Ninjas are."
Less than three kilometers from Longwei Martial Arts Gym, on a five-story building, a secret meeting was being held.
The meeting took place in a hidden room on the fifth floor, and strangely, there was no one on either side of the long table.
But whether it was the steaming tea cups or some snacks and refreshments, it all indicated someone was enjoying them.
The whole room was like a segment of an extremely horrifying silent horror film.
A few minutes passed, and suddenly an old voice rang in the room.
"Everyone, what are your thoughts on Aoki Jiro's death?"
With this voice, amidst the changing light and shadows, an old man with graying hair appeared at the head of the table.
The old man wore a black Taoist robe, his beard and hair like silver.
His face was covered in fine, dense wrinkles, his long hair tied in a braid, his forehead full, and eyes clear and bright.
The old man appeared at one side of the table like a ghost. If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would probably be scared out of their wits.
"Heh, what else can be done? He who kills should die, those who kill our Eight Gates Ninjas definitely deserve to die!"
A sharp-nosed, narrow-faced fellow spoke, seated at the second chair on the left.
He smugly lifted a teacup, took a shallow sip, then spat the tea leaves on the ground with a scowl.
"This tea is terrible, Mr. Sect Leader, have you deducted our military funds again?"
Such an impertinent question, yet the old man wasn't angry at all.
He smiled slightly: "Not at all, but the Military Department has been quite dissatisfied with us recently, even the military fund allocations have significantly decreased."
"Make do with this, this is Huaxia's famous Tea Biluochun."
"Hmph, I thought so, the money we've received these last few months has been decreasing too."
"After all, we are mighty Ninjas, shouldn't the Military Department's treatment of us be considered too much?"
As the conversation proceeded, across from the old man, appeared a burly man with a face full of horizontal grooves, looking very dissatisfied.
The old man chuckled, and suddenly his tone filled with mockery.
"I think, have we all forgotten the reason for the establishment of the Eight Gates Ninja Alliance?"
Upon these words, the sharp-nosed man and the burly man immediately adopted a solemn expression.
Both recited in unison: "Loyalty to the country, loyalty to the Emperor, bravely advancing for the country and the nation, willing to die countless times."
While they recited, suddenly many others joined in, reciting together.
As the sound of the collective recitation resonated, suddenly many more people appeared on the chairs beside the long table.
These people wore black Taoist robes and black cloaks, covering much of their faces, with only their eyes exposed, showing a faint cold glow.
The old man snorted: "It's impressive that you still remember the original vow."
"Look at yourselves now, except for still clinging to that little bit of funding from the Military Department, what else can you do?"
Hearing the old man's words, many of their faces turned very unpleasant.
The old man sighed and changed the subject.
"Of course, one can't entirely blame everyone; without orders from above, we have no way to be loyal to the country."
At this point, the old man's expression became serious.
"Now the opportunity has come, just today, the dignity of our Great Sang Nation has been severely trampled."
"Even the East Asia Martial Arts Alliance was expelled from Luoshanji; can we the Eight Gates Ninjas tolerate such an occurrence?"
"No!"
Seven or eight Ninjas shouted, unleashing a powerful Battle Will, each with eyes sharp like hawks.
The old man knocked on the table and said lightly.
"Very well, Longwei Martial Arts Gym has insulted the dignity of the Great Sang Empire; no one inside shall be spared."
"By the time the sun rises tomorrow, I don't want this accursed Martial Arts Gym to still exist."
At this moment, a Ninja hesitated to speak.
"But, Upper Ninja sir, as per the intelligence we've gathered."
"Master Jingtian Chuyi has already challenged Longwei Martial Arts Gym, inviting them to participate in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament."
"Shouldn't we inform Master Jingtian Chuyi of our actions?"
The old man shook his head: "The Martial Arts Alliance and War God Family have different ideologies than we Ninjas."
"I don't like their behavior; it's too sluggish and too pedantic. Since we are enemies, why bother with fair duels?"
At this point, he suddenly stood up, raising his voice.
"Warriors, for the Emperor, let's act. Bloodbath Longwei Martial Arts Gym, by any means, kill the enemies."
"Yes!"
The Ninjas responded loudly like thunder, and then in a series of light and shadow flashes, these Ninjas abruptly disappeared as if they were a group of ghosts.