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Chapter 140 Yuan Zhinü: Kill the King General? You'll need more money!

The night was as dark as ink, casting a deep silhouette over the abandoned warehouses in Kobe Port.

The sea breeze, carrying the salty, rusty scent, whistled and swirled through the broken windows in the empty factory, much like the whispers of the dead.

Genjiro's figure blended into the darkness like a ghost. He wore a gorgeous kimono with intricate patterns, which was out of place yet strangely harmonious with the dilapidated surroundings, as if he himself was the noblest and most dangerous monarch in this night.

As the leader of the Ghost Clan, with his lineage and power, any trap or ambush is nothing more than child's play to him; he disdains it and is fearless.

In his view, it was more like a boring night walk, the only pleasure perhaps being to snap the traitor's neck with his own hands and enjoy the desperate expression on his face before he died.

Thinking of this, Genji approached Sakurai Akira and finally entered the warehouse, like a noble inspecting his own territory.

However, when he pushed open the creaking iron door and entered the warehouse, the ambush he had expected did not materialize.

On the empty concrete ground, only one boy stood alone, his back to him, as if admiring the mottled graffiti on the wall.

Yuan Zhinü paused slightly, her golden eyes shining in the darkness like two burning stars, scrutinizing the slender figure.

The other person seemed to sense his arrival and slowly turned around.

It was a very young face, and for some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity with it.

What's even more surprising is that this person's eyes are unusually calm, so calm that they don't seem like those of a traitor about to be executed, but rather like those of someone waiting for a long-lost friend.

"call……"

The boy let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden. He looked Yuan Zhinu up and down, and in his eyes, which were also gleaming, there was a hint of natural relief.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Yuan Zhinv?"

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The indifference and languor on Yuan Zhinv's face froze instantly, and her burning golden eyes suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

This name...

A name buried deep in his memory, a code name belonging only to darkness and the past, a name that could never be known to outsiders except for the king and a very few others.

Why would this name come out of the person in front of me?

"..."

Yuan Zhinü did not answer, but the air around her seemed to be sucked out, becoming thick and oppressive.

An invisible killing intent spread like a tide, causing the temperature in the warehouse to drop several degrees.

Akira Sakurai felt the pressure that almost froze his soul, but he clenched his fists and forced himself to stand firm.

He recalled what Mr. M had said—because of the previous betrayal by members of the Ghost Gang, the enemy would only send out their trump cards next.

And the man in front of them was undoubtedly the strongest card.

"How...do you know that name?"

Yuan Zhinü's voice was soft, yet it carried a cold quality, as if each word was carved from millennia-old ice.

He had calmed down, but beneath that calm lay a raging storm capable of swallowing everything.

"My boss, I've been looking forward to having a chat with you."

Sakurai Akira suppressed the excitement in his heart, smiled, and took out a simple-looking mobile phone from behind him. The screen was already lit up and was on a call screen.

Yuan Zhinu stared silently at the phone, her eyes shifting between light and shadow.

This was a setup, a setup specifically designed for him.

The other party clearly knew him very well, even his deepest secrets.

This is not some foreign force as the king claimed, but a ghost that has been lurking behind them all along.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, stepped forward, and took the faintly glowing cell phone from Sakurai Akira's hand.

"Hello, it's great to finally meet you... Genji..."

A synthesized voice came from the other end of the phone, indistinguishable in gender or emotion, as if it came from the depths of the abyss. "Who are you? How do you know that name?"

Yuan Zhinü's voice grew increasingly cold; he had abandoned all pretense and asked directly.

You can call me M.

The voice on the other end of the phone was unhurried.
“I know not only you, but also the King, and... your brother who is in the Snake Clan.”

"Didn't you ever have any doubts?"

M's voice carried a subtle hint of mockery.

"Why did Tachibana Munemasa and the King approach you two brothers at almost the same time?"

boom!
The last sentence, like a thunderclap, exploded in Genji's mind!

His most secret suspicion, the thought that he had buried deep in his heart and dared not even delve into, was laid bare by the other party and exposed to the cold air!

"How...did you know that?"

Yuan Zhinv could no longer maintain her composure; her face darkened completely, and her fingers gripping the phone turned slightly white from excessive force.

He had investigated this matter secretly, but he could not find any clues.

He thought it would remain a secret forever, but unexpectedly, it was revealed by a mysterious person he had never met before.

"Every step leaves a trace."

M chuckled softly on the other end of the phone.
"There are no walls in this world that can't be sealed shut, are there?"

Genjiro took a deep breath, forcing her chaotic thoughts to get back into order.

He knew that he had completely fallen into the opponent's rhythm, and the only way to break the deadlock was to figure out the opponent's purpose.

"What do you want from me?"

he asked in a deep voice.

The other party set up such an ingenious trap to lure him here and expose his deepest wounds, not just for casual conversation.

"It's very simple..."

M's voice carried an unquestionable, commanding tone.

“Kill the king’s general.”

"Ah……"

Upon hearing this, Genji suddenly laughed, her laughter filled with sarcasm and disdain.

"You really dare to say that? Why should I listen to you and kill my teacher?"

"Oh? You don't want to?"

M's tone remained calm.

"No, my teacher taught me that in the world of dragons, all relationships are unreliable."

Yuan Zhinü's smile grew colder and colder. He stared into the empty air, as if he could see through the radio waves and see the face hidden behind the scenes.

"I want to know, what do I get out of doing this?"

"You think you can get the king's head without giving anything in return? That's a bit too presumptuous."

"Heh...it seems your teacher taught you quite well."

M seemed completely unsurprised by his reaction, and even spoke with a hint of approval.

"In that case, how about I pay a deposit first?"

"Do you want to know... the truth about you two brothers that those guys buried...?"

(End of this chapter)