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Chapter 1133 Why are there still three of you?

The current chief of the Special Agent Division of the Seaside Police Department is a professional demon hunter from the west coast of the Federation named John Logan.

Many people say that he is a useless person.

But it is undeniable that the situation in the coastal area is indeed very complicated. The overseas immigrant population exceeds 300,000, and conflicts can easily break out between immigrants from different countries, civilizations and races over trivial matters.

There were endless monsters and demons, and the Tianmen Customs and the Secret Service Bureau had deployed a large number of human resources for this purpose. Therefore, in many cases, he, the head of the Secret Service Section, did not need to rush to the front line, as long as he could survive and report the specific situation.

Compared to those special incidents that require high-end military force to resolve, such as the ridiculous thing about a giant whale flying in the sky, John Logan's main job is to deal with ordinary people who are affected by erosion and pollution.

It is undeniable that his simple image of a long trench coat, top hat, short blond hair and square face fits the foreigners' stereotype of a reliable tough guy.

Being in a foreign country, surrounded by locals with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, the language and customs are very different from those in my hometown. The invisible sense of fear is something that most people cannot understand at all.

At this moment, a tough gentleman who can speak English suddenly appears in front of me, and the sense of security I feel is beyond words.

Sometimes just using this face is enough for him.

"Ms. Yagyu, please rest assured, it's safe here."

Logan pushed a cup of hot water in front of the woman and said seriously, "We checked the scene and found that there were no casualties among the disciples in your gym. They were just knocked unconscious."

"……is that so?"

After hearing Logan's words, the stunned Junko Yagyu slowly came to her senses.

The past hour had been like hell for her.

No matter how quickly the Special Agents respond, they cannot instantly move to the entrance of the Yagyu Hall.

When she made that call, she was already mentally prepared for the gym's disciples to suffer heavy casualties or even be wiped out.

If a disciple dies, you can recruit another one, but if you sit in the wrong position, it will be a real disaster for the gym.

The Japanese are naturally strong-minded, and the so-called samurai spirit is to be proud of serving their lord and devoting loyalty.

The reason why Yagyu Dojo has been able to gain a foothold in Tianmen for so many years is because of two words - loyalty!
The Samurai Society for National Salvation is a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp.

The name sounds impressive, but in reality, they are just a group of scoundrels who carry knives and act tough.

The tattoos on the faces of naturalized Japanese people come from the protection of the Lord of All Changes.

At that time, the emperor, under the instigation of a cult, sacrificed all the citizens to create the Yamata no Orochi. At the moment the ceremony was completed, all the citizens, whether willingly or unwillingly, established a mystical connection with the legendary Yamata no Orochi.

Once they are out of the protection of the Master of All Changes, their souls will be eroded, corrupted, and devoured by the Yamata-no-Orochi.

Only people like Junko Yagyu, who were born in Ming and have half Ming blood, can ignore this curse.

In other words, those Japanese who refuse to get tattoos have their brains out of whack; don't expect them to calm down and do anything serious.

It would be fine if you really wanted to save the country, but a bunch of lunatics and scoundrels can't save a worthless country.

Junko Yagyu did not have much hesitation in her heart. She would not agree no matter how these old remnants threatened or bribed her. At most, she would just pretend to agree.

As for what happened later... the moment she put down the phone, she was hit hard on the back of her head, and her vision went black and she lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was already at the police station.

“My daughter…” “Your daughter is fine too.”

Hearing Logan say this, Junko Yagyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as nothing happens to my daughter, it's fine.

"As for issues involving the Samurai Nation Saving the Nation, colleagues from other departments will come to you to ask for details. Do you want to rest a little longer, or should I call them over now?"

"I have nothing to do with it. I can record my statement now."

Junko Yagyu's eyes were extremely determined. The sooner these scum were dealt with, the less risk the gym would face.

But...that guy didn't kill anyone. Although he looked very vicious, he was actually a very gentle person.

Recalling the experience of having her knife snatched away and being held hostage, as well as the hardness she felt on her waist and buttocks after sitting down, Junko Yagyu squinted her eyes while holding the cup of water.

Could it be that the guy is actually a novice?

The door that Logan had just closed when he left was pushed open again. Junko Yagyu subconsciously looked up and spat out all the water she had just drunk.

"Cough cough cough cough cough -"

The boiled water choked her trachea, causing her face to turn red.

"Are you surprised, Ms. Yagyu?"

Yan Yu'an walked in with two generals, Kuroda and Aoki, pulled over chairs and sat down, surrounding the poor weak woman.

Junko Yagyu was terrified. At that moment, she even imagined the content of a novel with more than 30,000 words and a wonderful plot of one hour and forty minutes.

After more than ten seconds, when she saw that the three people did not make any further moves, she calmed down and her trembling brain came back online.

"You are not from Japan?"

"No."

"That you……"

"It's to save you."

Yan Yu'an said this calmly, and at the same time took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Yagyu Junko.

"I'm Yan Yu'an, the leader of the Tianmen City Customs Emergency Response Team. Of the three anonymous membership cards I showed you, one was indeed given to me by your gym, but it was two years ago. I wasn't the leader at that time, so you may have forgotten about it. The other two were stolen goods confiscated from others."

"There was a major safety accident in the coastal area last night. I don't know if you heard anything. After our investigation at the scene, we have confirmed the identity of the deceased. You should be familiar with this person. His nickname is Umibozu."

"what!"

Yagyu Junko opened her eyes wide and cried out in shock: "How could Lord Umibozu..."

"He's dead. He was killed by someone with a single blow after he revealed his true form and was in his prime. Although we can't tell who did it from the marks on the body, a warrior with such great strength and who has not been officially registered, theoretically, there is a high probability that he is from the Samurai Association for National Salvation."

Yan Yu'an stared into Yagyu Junko's eyes and whispered, "You should know more about Kaifangzhu than we do. After all, we are doing the same business. It's just that your Yagyu Dojo is engaged in high-end marketing, while Kaifangzhu is targeting the bottom market. Just two days ago, a group of new people joined him, and after his death, these new people also disappeared. Now there is no trace of them alive or dead."

(End of this chapter)